Marcus, My True Love Forever

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Without a doubt, I will never forget my first gay experience. It all started when I walked into Mrs. Guttman’s class on a crisp early April morning. There, in the front row, sat the most handsome guy I had ever laid eyes on. He was more than handsome in my mind. He was adorable!

His eyes were dazzling baby blue. A divine wave of dark brown hair hung neatly down just above his brows. His cheeks were ever so slightly sunken in perfectly just below his nostrils. His cute little pointed barbed nose was so pleasantly compressed and his scanty ears dainty crested outward. He had to be an angle from heaven, I thought to myself.

While I still didn’t quite fully understand my sexuality, nevertheless I developed an instant crush on him. In fact, it was more than a crush. It was a fixation. 

When the bell rang to start the begging of class, Mrs. Guttman stood up with his folder in hand. She opened it and said, “Class, we have a new student. As she carefully looked him up and down with a slight smile on her face as he sat straight up in his chair, she said, “Please welcome Marcus Stevens who has just moved here from Chicago”. 

Mrs. Guttman then asked him to stand up and tell the class a little about himself. The minute he arouse to his feet, he displayed flawless confidence. He cracked the cutest smile (dimples and all) and told us how he liked camping, the beach, reading, roller blading and sports--especially baseball and the Chicago White Sox.

When I glanced across the room, I counted at least six girls with their mouths wide open and almost in a drool. Who could blame them, I asked myself. 

I knew he was going to be an instant hit at school, especially with the hot looking girls and popular guys. 

Needless to say, I didn’t remember a word Mrs. Guttman said that day even though American history was my favorite subject. My mind wondered and I couldn’t help but glance over and admire him almost every two minutes.

After the bell rang ending first period, naturally a flood of students came up and introduced themselves as he walked down the hall to his next class. He had only been in our school one hour and was already just about the most popular student on campus.

Given he had so many people around him, I didn’t bother introducing myself. I figured I would wait a few days until all the fuss clamed down and then I would get my chance. Besides I was a big White Sox fan too, and wanted to mentioned it to him. 

But I sure couldn’t wait until third period. That was PE class. Certainly he would strip and take a shower like most of us guys did after gym and then I would get a chance to check out his naked body from head to toe. 

Unfortunately, I was in for a big let down because when gym was over, he just changed back into his slightly faded jeans and crisp yellow button down Polo shirt which made him look so damn preppy. But at least I got to see him in his underwear. His body was as smooth as a baby’s butt just like mine. 

By lunch time, and just like I figured, he was already hanging around with the David Ambers, Justin Southcliff and Geoff Ramsey crowd who were the most popular group of guys at school. I knew I had no chance of becoming good friends with him, so I didn’t get my expectations up. Even though most people considered me to be fairly good looking, I was just a regular guy who blended right in with everything and everyone. 

By sixth period, all I wanted to do was go home and masturbate fantasizing over him fucking the best looking & most popular girl at school, Christina Farah. Of course all I would focus on during my hand-job session was his gorgeous male anatomy. 

Just after the final bell and I began my short walk home, I ran into my cousin, Trisha, who was the same age as I. Right away she asked if I met the new guy, Marcus Stevens yet cause everyone was talking about him. Her question only depressed me, but I sure didn’t let on. Rather, I just shrugged my shoulders and pretended that he was no big deal. 

But in my mind, I wondered how the good lord could have made me attracted to guys and then tortured me by dangling this beautiful human, Marcus Stevens, right in front of me just like putting a person on earth for the sole propose of eating candy in front of a baby. And that baby of course was me. 

Even though I never thought of myself as being gay, I wanted him so badly that I would have kissed his sweet, darling, precious lips in a New York Minute if I thought I could have gotten away with it and no one would have found out. 

By the third day, rumors were are already swirling around school like a raging fire burning through a red barn loaded full of dry hay that Jamie Sanders, one of the most popular girls at school, had already broken up with her boyfriend hoping that Marcus Stevens would ask her to go steady with him. Again, who could blame her or any girl like her , I asked myself. 

After PE that day, I decided I would finally introduce myself. I walked up as he sat on a bench in the locker room putting his sneakers on and said, “Hi, my name is Steve Adams”, as I extended my hand outwards.

Immediately, he looked up at me with a smile on his face and replied, “Hi Steve, I’m Marcus, glad to finally meet you”, as he extended his hand outward to shake mine.

So that he didn’t think I was a prick, I quickly added I would have introduced myself earlier, but he had so many people coming up to him over the last few days, I thought I would wait. 

He just laughed, gave me the cutest drop-dead smile on earth and told me not to even worry about it. 

“Good,” I said to myself. Now at least he knows I am not some guy with an attitude. 

Right away I informed him that I was a big White Sox fan and that my dad was originally from Chicago and had taken me over the years to at least twenty of their games at Comisky Park whenever we were visiting my grandparents in Illinois. 

I even added that I had an actual spectator’s chair as a souvenir from the old Comisky Park before they tore it down and built the new stadium.

Needless to say, his face really lit up and the next thing I knew we began talking about all our favorite players as we walked into the cafeteria. I noticed we were almost the same size (he was slightly taller) both height and physique wise. He invited me to sit with him and we talked about White Sox baseball while we ate. 

After that day, Marcus and I became casual friends. While we didn’t hang out together because he was too busy running around with the most popular kids at school, he would give me a thumbs up everyday before class if the White Sox won the night before or a thumbs down if they lost. And occasionally we would chat in the library during study hall. 

And while I still couldn’t get him out of my mind and was envious as all hell, nevertheless I was grateful every time we got together and talked even if it was just for a few minutes or so. He made me feel so alive inside, especially when he gave me one of his drop-dead gorgeous smiles that he so often did. And he called me, “Stevey” which I kind of liked just because it was coming from him.

Then, about two months later, I was sitting by myself in the library on Wednesday afternoon just before the upcoming long Memorial Day weekend. I was working on a paper for history class about the American Civil War.

Suddenly, in popped Marcus. He came right up , turned a chair around backwards so he could get almost in my face and sat in it. He gave me one of his drop-dead smiles and asked in a kind of devilish but really sweet & cute tone, “Watcha doing, Stevey”? 

I looked up at him and kindly explained I was working on our assignment for Mrs. Guttman’s class. 

Abruptly, he asked, “Watcha got planned this weekend since we’re off on Monday?” 

I replied probably not much (even though it was my birthday on Saturday) and that my family was going to BBQ on Sunday or Monday. 

Right away he informed me he was leaving Friday afternoon straight after school. He said that he and his parents along with his little sister were going to his father’s annual company outing down at the Disneyland hotel in Anaheim through Memorial Day. He explained that once a year, his father’s company reserved the hotel for all their employees & families and paid for everything including entrance to the amusement park for the entire three days. He went on to add that they were leaving on Friday rather than Saturday because the White Sox just happened to be in town for a three game stand against the Anaheim Angles starting on Friday night. 

I replied, “Geeeze, that’s so awesome, Marcus. I really hope you have a great time which I’m sure you will.” 

Marcus eyes wondered around the room as if to make sure no one was around and then gazed me straight in my eyes with those beautiful baby blue ones of his along with the cutest smile in the world. He said, “Well, the reason I asked Stevey what you are doing this weekend is because I want to know if you would like to go with us--we’ll go to all three ball games this weekend just you and me cause I got us tickets. And when we are not at the games, we’ll hang out at Disneyland or the hotel-- my parents and my little sister will stay in one room and me and you in the other.” 

At first I couldn’t believe what I had heard. Immediately I thought, “A whole three days with Marcus the most adorable guy in all the world & universe just to myself--even our own room to ourselves? Have I hit the lotto or what? Am I dreaming this? This is too good to be true--I need to get my ears fixed---he’s got a ton of friends much more popular than me. Why me? --have I heard this right?” 

I didn’t know how to reply. So I asked almost in bewilderment as I gulped, looked around the room as if he meant someone else and pointed to my chest, “Me, Me, are you sure you want me to go with you Marcus? You don’t want to ask one of your good friends”?

He looked me again straight in the eyes and said, “Heck yes I want you to go with me. And don’t be silly, Stevey. If I wanted someone else to go, I would have asked them. But I’m asking you--we’ll have a great time together especially going to the Sox games---you’ll see”.

I couldn’t believe what the good lord had done for me. So, immediately I accepted his offer. Of course I told him that I had to ask my parents first, but I was sure that they would let me. “They better let me or I will just die and melt away,” I told myself. 

Marcus replied as he reached his hand across and squeezed my shoulder, “Hey Great, ask your parents tonight and then let me know tomorrow--Oh, and Stevey --keep this on the QT cause I don’t want to hurt someone else’s feelings cause I didn’t invite them. I can only bring one person and I want you to go with me”.

I causally replied, “Not a problem, I won’t say a thing.” 

He said that would be great. 

We talked for a few minutes until the bell rang and then headed to our final class together. I wanted to kiss him so bad that I couldn’t concentrate on math that day even though I made straight A’s in algebra. I don’t think I could even add 2 + 2 together cause all I could think about was him as I looked over and admired his adorable face almost every second. 

Just as the final bell rang, Marcus came up and handed me a slip of paper. He exclaimed, “Stevey , here’s my number. If your parents need to call mine, have them call tonight--OK see you tomorrow, buddy”.

On the walk home, all I could think about was Marcus. I was definitely on Cloud-9 and the first thing I did when I put my books down was hit the bathroom and jacked-off fantasizing over Jenny Kalabe and Caroline Hart stripping off Marcus’s clothes and kissing & sucking his body all over. 

Of course that night at dinner, when I asked my parents, they were excited and allowed me to go. But my mom said that she still wanted to speak with Marcus’s mother first just to make sure it was OK with her. My mom had already heard all about Marcus through my cousin, Trisha. According to my mom, Trisha told her a few weeks back that Marcus was considered the “dreamiest” guy in school by most of the girls. 

My dad stated that we could always have my birthday party when I got back early Monday evening and even gave me an extra fifty bucks for spending money. 

For the next two nights, I could hardly sleep I was so excited. I was going to have Marcus all to myself. “Just he and I for three full days with no one around to bug us--especially girls. Would I finally get to see him without his clothes on like maybe stepping in and out of the shower?”, I thought. 

I really didn’t care what happened or what we did just as long as I was going to be with him. 

What seemed like forever, Friday finally arrived. I was beyond excited for it truly was the happiest day of my life. Just after the last bell, Marcus grabbed me and said, “We’ll pick you up in an hour--so be ready cause I want to get there in plenty of time before the game starts at seven o’clock--we’re going to have the best time together this weekend, Stevey, just you and me”.