Rick and Dave

"Dave...Dave, Dave!" shouted my teacher. I was woken from my nap and was asked to open the door. It was the Principal with a stranger behind him. He arrived in the midst of class. The door creaked as it opened and through it a tall (about 5'11), black curly hair, green eyed guy came in the classroom. My classmates whispered amongst themselves, I just stop and stared at him. His name was Rick Cardeen, a native Flordian who had just moved back to Texas and lucky was in my school. My school was a private Catholic school, very orderly, prestigious with excellent students to fill the classrooms.

I had attended that school all my life it was not boring but it was no party neither. Our teacher, Mr. O'Reilly, a very tall red head, with a great physique and a bulge that could be seen a mile away, sat him in the row next to mine in the first desk. I was lucky to be in the second desk so I got a great view of the fresh meat. Rick was a snob as he introduced himself. I hated him immediatley, even though he was so good looking. His Flordia tan made him look like a model, he was built well enough, a deep, raspy voice that made me weak, his scent was strong yet sexy, a mouth so perfectly made I had to get a piece of it. Rick quickly fit in with the girls and most of the guys, except with me. We clashed like the color red and a bull constantly disagreeing with each other and always talking shit behind each others back. I enjoyed his bickering at me every once in a while, I liked how he would loose his breath as he argued with me.

I was 6'0, black wavy haired, dark colored, tan skin, and fairly built. I was considered (and I did too) one of the cute guys in the class. I had a couple of girlfriends through out Junior High and High School, but I've always had something for guys. Rick was just another guy I would have crush on I thought. I had Rick for all my classes and sat near him in all. It was bittersweet when we were paired together for work. In physical education or P.E. our lockers faced each others, I loved it. He arrived with the scent of Ermenegildo Zegna, his curls softly moving, with his blazer over his right shoulder. As he undressed I would always stare discretely with my iPod as if listening to music. I was really getting the image that would pleasure me at night. His body was the best out of the guys, he was a swimmer back in Florida so he had a broad, muscular back, his biceps were perfectly shaped, his legs were smooth and hard as steel, his washboard abs popped out and he had the sexy, V-line leading to his boxers, I could never notice his bulge because he wore such baggy boxers. I was so amazed by his body that it made me hate him even more. I wanted to grab him and just caress him all over and feel him up, kiss his perfect lips, have his perfectly tan skin all over me. I knew it would never happened so I would quickly snap out of my sexual fantasies. Throughout the school year our progress of becoming friends did not improve.

We were worse since the beginning of the year, hardly even spoke at all, eye contact was out of the question. Everyday I wondered what it would be like if we were friends. Graduation time came around and everyone was excited to be leaving. Each year the Senior class would take a class trip to a ranch in San Antonio. I wasn't excited to be going to a ranch I had to admit. Nature and I did not mix at all. During class, our teacher assigned our seating chart in the charter bus that would take us to the ranch. All my friends were paired up with each other which left me alone. I didn't care who I sat with just as long it wasn't with Rick. Dare I thought that, I was paired with him. I dreaded this ranch trip even more now. The tension between us was bigger than ever. I didn't even think he was hot anymore, I couldn't stand to be around him and now I was forced to sit next to him! The day finally arrived to leave and everyone was at school at 3 P.M. I entered the charter bus and looked for my seat. Lucky me I got the last seat with no window with Rick next to me. I was not looking foward to this six hour road trip. Rick arrived with his usual egotistic attitude, acting like if he owned the bus. "You're in my seat," he said. "Sit next to me if you want to, I'm not going to move," I replied. He opened his mouth as if he were going to say something back but paused and quickly sat down. We both argued (once again) about the pillows and blanket situation.

Mine were invading him and his were invading me. It was a solution less problem so we both gave up and went to sleep. I woke up and it was 6:05 p.m. and a black sky grazed over the bus already. Everyone was sound asleep, I turned to my left and there was Ricks face. His face looked beautiful as he slept, his mouth appeared even more perfect and kissable than ever. He hadn't shaved so he donned a 5 o'clock shadow which added to his sex appeal. I started to think of gym class and how perfect his body was. His arms, legs, pecs, scent all came to my mind. I could feel my penis erecting and it was unstoppable since I hadn't masturbated in three days. I began rubbing it and felt the greatest pleasure ever. All of the sudden, Ricks head fell to my left shoulder and I gasped. I his forehead was touching my neck and his hair my cheek. I tried to move around but I did not want to wake him.

Fidgeting on the cramped seats I felt a sudden rough surface agaisnt my calf. It was Ricks muscular leg, I started to move my leg slowly up and down his and thought of him again in the locker room. My hard on quickly returned and I closed my eyes and stuck my hand down my pants feeling my light patch of pubic hair and then my bulging dick, I began to play with it, thinking of Ricks body once again, pleasuring myself. I felt a cold hand interlock with mine and quickly woke up and turned and saw that it was Ricks. I looked up and our faces were less than an inch apart. I tried to speak but he shushed me and moved his, cold, bony hand up my thigh. He placed his blanket over us and started to massage my ballsack and I began to breath heavily. This was the best moment ever. Under the blanket he pulled out his semi-erect cock and placed my hand over it.

It was about seven inches with a nice patch of pubic hair, his balls were soft and shaved. I could not grasp the now fully erect cock with my left hand. We both sat on our side facing each other, our thighs interlocked, our faces staring deep at each others, our eyes making contact while we stroked each others cock. Rick leaned foward and intended to give me a kiss on my lips but missed and his kiss landed on the edge of my lips. The cock stroking continued and I felt Rick bite my left shoulder as he cummed under the blanket. A warm, glop of cum ran down my hand and Rick spasmed with relief. I bit my lip as a cummed trying not to moan, my load was blasted all over the blanket. Rick and I were both full of our man goo and quickly wiped it off, pulled our pants up and sat silent the remainder of the trip. Awkward was the feeling between us now.

We finally got to the ranch and were greeted by the counslers. The ranch was truly beautiful and much better than I expected. There was a girls side and a boys side, each with several cabins. I was so exhausted and tired just like everyone else but we had to wait until we got assigned to a cabin. The girls got assigned first and they all ran, dragging their luggage across the rocky ground. The boys side was next, Javalina Haven was the cabin being assinged. "Aaron, Luis, Edward, Rick and Dave," said the counsler. Rick and I both looked at each other and smiled.

TO BE CONTINUED...