My Life Beyond Fantasy: The Chase

Chapter One: “The Chase”- 

So, all the dreams, including the ones where he is fucking me in the bathroom, are only dreams. Figures. Who the hell would ever want to fuck me? Okay, I guess I can admit I’m not the ugliest person alive, but still – not having a six-pack in high school is like a sin…since everyone “cool” has a pack that could also be mistaken as a washboard. 

I’m Brandon. And I’m pretty much gay all round, but not. At the moment I pass as straight, but then again, I guess I kind of act and talk like any other straight dude. I have a close group of friends and I have angsty feelings like any other teen out there. And as you will learn soon, for some reason all the wrong people are attracted to me. Well, specifically girls. Apparently a dude with good clothes, who showers regularly, and with perfect sculpted hair - is considered attractive.

Okay, I guess that’s pretty much dead on…so why do I want to fuck this guy at my dads office, that’s twice my age, and could so completely be straight for all I know? It’s the chase that’s so interesting. I’m 18, and this guy is 32. His name is Carl. But seriously…fuck that! It’s something that no one in a sane mind would go after…but what you have to know is, taking risks is something that is in my blood- and really can’t be explained. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

--12:45pm: Cafeteria- 

She sits down, and I’m staring away from here. 

Jess. I love her. She is basically my best friend in the entire school. Saying she looks like a model, is an understatement. Guys flock to her like retarded pigeons. It truly amazes me.

“What?” I say while intently studying the idiot jocks pushing around some kids. 
That pisses me off. Man, I really hate bullies. 
“Brandon – you missed studying in the library…AGAIN. Thanks bitch, you’re really helping the both of us with this non-studying you got going on.”
“Jess…” I say calmly- and still staring away, “I forgot. I’m sorry studying really is the last thing on my mind.” I turn and look at her and see her face fuming.
“BRANDON! We made a pact! To NOT turn into our friendly issued amigo Fred the Flipper at McDonalds…please! I know you don’t want to be this years Scientist, but we need to do something about our marks, or we’re actually going to flunk, and I’m sure both our parents will LOVE that! But not only that, you ditched ME. I can’t believe it, you didn’t even call…or anything!”

God…I forgot how she talks more than Shakespeare’s soliloquies when she’s mad.
“I’m sorry…I feel really bad now. I honestly forgot..” Shit now I feel horrible. I totally ditched her. I think I made a kicked puppy dogface. Shit, I’m truly the worse friend.

“Meh. Whatever, I’m over it. I ended up hooking up with Mike in the back of the library anyways”, she says like no angerness was involved before. 
I look at her blankly “But you just said…”
“Ah, I just think you’re cute when you make that kicked puppy-dog look” she says with a little laugh. She reaches over and takes a sip of my RedBull. 

That girl knows me too well.

I look back at a few of the football jocks and they seem to have settled down. But then I see one of them tripping this short little guy, then yelling at him, making it seem like it was his fault. Fuckin’ dumbass. 

“So, we’re gonna try this again at 3:30, okay?…” Jess says while getting up from her seat, and finishing off my drink. 

“Yeah...sure--no problem..” I say, still staring at the jocks who need there ass kicked. One in particular. 

“Good” She replies and walks off. 
- - - - - - - - - - - 
“Oh, fuck yes!” He screams

--3:25pm: Locker Room-- 

He’s pushed up against me and I’m trying not to scream as loud as him. I push my fingers into his broad back & bring my hands up to his hair.
“OH, don’t..stop..fucking…me!” 
Did I mention I have –no- control when I fuck?
“AHHH--B, YOU’RE SO FUCKIN’ TIGHT…LOVE RIDING THAT ASS!”
I try kissing him on the lips but he avoids and starts kissing and nibbling at my neck and ear.
“Ohhh shit…Luke- fuck me harder dude!” 
“BB-BRANDON WRAP YOUR LEGS AROUND ME…”

Luke Waterson. 3:30. After football practice. He’s an amazingly “straight” guy. I know, sounds like a fantasy. Except completely not. One day I was kind of snooping around the change room…in other people’s bags…and the dude catches me. He’s 19, and his killer good looks make all the girls easy for him to fuck once, or twice. Pushing himself on me wasn’t that hot, until he took off his shirt and was standing in his underwear waiting for me to join him in the showers. 

This was two months ago. And luckily, still an on-going thing. But, were merely fuck buddies. Of course, I can’t really get over that.

“Faster, Luke, fuckin’ hell…you’re cock feels so g-oood” 
“I know, right?” he smiles his trademark smile while still fucking my brains out.

He takes off my undershirt and licks my nipples that become hard and keeps his hips thrusting into me like I was something that he needed to have. He kept pushing into me faster and faster, making me sweat even more. He spreads my ass apart and starts slapping it, because he always likes pissing me off while he’s fucking me hard.

“FUCK, GET OFF…ON YOUR KNEES” he gets me off his cock and shoves it in my mouth.
I almost choke. But get use to it fast. 
“Mmm…your cock is better…”
“Shut the fuck up B-dawg – and suck IT”
I do as I’m told and loving it.
“Shiiit…B, I’m gonna cum..you ready?..fuck, I’m cumming right…NOW”

His load shoots in my mouth, and I feel it hit the back of my throat and I’m in heaven. I love the taste of his hot cum in my mouth. He moans and pushes my mouth into his cock. While chewing his gum he says, “fuck, you rock Brandon” with a wink that I want to fuck. 

I swallow, and stand up. He starts putting on his clothes and checks himself in the mirror. The boys washroom, by the way can be both kinky yet, repulsing. He gives me a kiss on the cheek, and I just stare at him. 

I think I do that do much.

“What, cat caught ya tongue? Or was that just my enormous cock you swallowed, with my cum..?” he laughs at his own joke, while shoving his dick in his briefs. 

I start putting on my clothes…trying to make small talk, which he hates. “So, are you diseased of being the biggest asshole to people in our school, or is that another of your natural talents?”

He looks at me with a smile. “Nah, B – its all in good fun. Catch ya later…” He says walking away without looking back.

This is stupid. But I’m going to admit it here. 
I Like Him.
A lot. And I don’t know what to do about it, because Luke basically redefines asshole, and he would never be caught dead saying he fucks fags. He makes me so angry, but I guess all the sex helps. Which brings me to the question of “How the FUCK did I get so superficial?” 

--4:03 pm: School Foyer-- 

Fuck, I’m late for my pick-up. I hate running with thongs on. 

I see my dad’s car, which gives me dread, but a weird joy. He’s on the phone, like always, & I have to work for this son of a bitch at his company to make money, and that makes me feel miserable. I’ll explain my relationship with my father later…But my weird joy that I feel is when I see the guy sitting in the front seat.

Carl. Fuckin’, blue eyes, blond-ish hair, and a body built like a…well 30 year old hottie…it makes me want to jump him.

“Well, if it isn’t Brandon, the famous superstar!?” He says laughing while he opens the door and gets out for me to sit. He must be referring to my sunglasses. 

Fuck me. 

“You’re looking like a damn fashion platter today” he continues with a big smile. 

Fuck me harder.

“Thanks.” I say, making it not very convincing to him or myself.

“Don’t mind if I ride with you, do you?” 
I think I stutter. “NN-o, course not….so long as I get shotgun” I smile, and look into the rearview mirror. He smiles back. He’s naturally friendly to everyone. 

I swear to god – he winks at me. People do that too much. 

I realize now, I want to fuck him more than Pitt wanted to fuck Jolie when they first met. That scares me a bit. 

God, I hate hormones.

To be continued...