Oh wow...

[ this story completely fictional. ]

Ok, so let's start this with an introduction.

My name is Terance. I'm 18 and a Senior in Highschool. Yay 2010.! I'm 6'2", black, with a slim body. As a matter of fact, the only visible muscle on me is my 8 pack abs. I am a kind of shy kid, until you get to know me. I'm really not masculine, but I'm definately not feminine. My style is unique I guess, I tend to wear, tighter fitting shirts, skinny jeans, and mostly Jordans.. I have always been very curious of what it would be like to be with a guy. Having said that, here is my story...

It was early on a Monday morning, I rolled over and checked out my alarm clock. It read 7:30am. "Jeez.." I said and rolled back over, throwing the covers back over my head. Just as I'm settling back into my bed, I hear my stepdad's voice yelling for me to get me "ass" out of bed.
With some difficulty, I manage to ease out of the warmth of my cozy bed and head for the shower. I do all my usual morning stuff, hop in my car, and I'm off to school.
As I pull up into the parking lot and get out of my car, I hear someone calling my name. I turn to see that it's Jesus, ( hey-soos, not Jesus, haha. ).

Now let me interrupt this story to let you know about Jesus. He is the absolute most gorgeous Puerto Rican man ever. He is 5'7", he works out a lot, so his body is amazing, he has the most gorgeous hazel eyes in the universe, and he has an accent that is too cute. His style is like "wow".! All his clothes fit him perfectly. He wears Jordans and Vans most of the time, some of the best jeans I've ever seen, and all his shirts fit just right across his chest and arms. I have never seen him look bummy.

Back to the story. :]

So I turn around and see Jesus walking across the parking lot towards me. I quickly look in the side mirror of my car to make sure I look ok, but I make it appear as if I'm just nonchalantly looking.

"'Ey man, what's good.?" he said, in his sexy accent, as he walks up to my car.
"Hey Jesus." I say turning around from the mirror.
"'Ey can i ask you a favor, man.?"
"Yeah, what is it.?" I ask, half knowing what he wanted.
"You did your homework for English class, right.?"
"Yea..." I said half laughing.
And, before he could even ask, I hand him my homework to copy.
"Damn man, you are a life savor." Jesus says as he quickly glances over the work.
"Yea, whatever," I say looking disapprovingly at him, "You need to get it together with this homework stuff."

There is an awkward silence and we burst into laughter, because we both know that he never does his homework.

"Dude, I couldn't even think about this shit last night," Jesus says still laughing a little bit, "I was busy last night getting some."
"Wow, Jesus." I say and shake my head.

With that, he turns around and starts to walk off.

"I'll give this back to you before class, a'ight.?"

"Yea, sure whatever." I say and watch him for a second as he walked away.

I then get my stuff out of my car and start walking towards my class.
The entire time, I was thinking about what Jesus had just said.

Just from that one remark, he had gotten me kind of excited. I could imagine him fucking a girl. And, for some reason I really wanted it to be me, instead of some chick.

The day flew past, and the entire time, I was zoned out. I couldn't stop thinking about Jesus and I, together.

"Pssh, that could never happen." I thought to myself.

Finally English class came along. Jesus met me outside the door and handed me the paper.

"'Ey thanks again dude, for real." He said as he hands it to me.
"Yea, it's good, no worries," I said, "you know we have a test today right.?"

His hazel eyes got wide.

"Are you fuckin' serious.?!" he exclaimed.
"...uhm, yes.?," I said, "Did you not study...again.?"
"SHIIIT.!," he said loudly, "dude, man, you got to let me copy your test.!"
"Jesus, copying homework is one thing, but a test, are you serious.?"
"Please Terance, I'm begging, dude.! I will owe you one for real.! Please, man, you got to help me out.!"

I looked at his desperate look for a second. I knew that I couldn't say no to that cute face.

"Fine," I said finally, "But you owe me.!"
"Damn, man, thank you.!" he said, and walked into the classroom.

In English class Jesus sits right beside me, but there is enough room for the teacher to very easily walk down each row. I had to try to get my test to him without getting caught. So after I finished my test, I pretended to sleep until I heard Jesus "psst" at me. I looked up and pretended to stretch, "accidently" knocking my papers off my desk.

I pick up my all of my papers except for the test, and slide it over to Jesus across the floor. Then I look up at him and he mouths the words "thank you". I just roll my eyes and actually fall asleep.

I woke up to Jesus pushing my shoulder. I didn't move though, because I liked the feeling of him touching me. He pushed again but a little harder.

"Terance, man, wake up, it's time to go." he said.
"Ok, whatever, so go." I mumble still half asleep.
"What the fuck dude, do you not remember that we're chilling today.?" he says.

I sit quiet for a minute, then i vaugely remember something about us planning to chill at my house today.

"Alright, alright," I say as I sit up, "Jeez..."

I looked around the class room and it was empty, except for the teacher.

"Uhm.?" I said blankly.
"Yea, they left when the bell rang... ten fuckin' minutes ago, you slept through it an' I been tryin' to wake your ass up the whole time... shit."
"Oh," I said, kind of embarrassed, "My bad."

So, I got all my stuff together, and we headed towards the parking lot. We joked and laughed like we always do the entire way.

So we got in my car and I started it.
Jesus looked at me for a minute like he had to say something.
"What.?" I ask.
"Nothin', I just wanted to say thanks, 'cus you really saved my ass about that test."
"Oh that, it's nothing." I say.
"Yea, it was dude, and i meant what I said about owing you, too. 'Cus you are always doing shit for my dumbass."

We laughed and there was an awkward silence.

I glance over at Jesus as he is looking out his window. I look at his entire body, and my eyes happen to stay on his crotch, for a second longer than necessary.

I looked up to see Jesus's hazel eyes boring into mine.

"Terance, man can I ask you something.?" he says after a second.
"Yea, sure."
"Don't take this the wrong way or nothing, but, like, are you bi or something.?"

This takes me by surprise. I never thought he would ask me something like that.

I look him dead in the eyes for a second.

"Why.?" I ask.
"'Cus, man, like I notice you looking at me and stuff, like checking me out, and I know you like girls, an' I was just wonderin'."
"Checking you out.?!" I said, trying to make myself not sound guilty.
"Yea, man, I mean I looked at enough girls to know when I'm checking one out, even if it's real discreet like. Ya'know.? And, I notice you doing the same thing to me."

I sigh, knowing that I got caught.

"Well..," I pause trying to find the right words, "I can't exactly say I'm bi, because I've never been with a guy, I'm just... curious."
"I understand, dude, I was the same way."

This comment spun my head. Jesus, sexiest guy ever Jesus, the guy that ever girl wants, this Jesus, just inferred to me that he had done something, something more than just chill, with a guy.

I just looked at him, trying to process what he just said to me.

"Well, just so you know," he said, "I check your sexy ass out sometimes too."

This through me for a complete loop. This had to be a dream. Maybe if I pinch myself I'll wake up.

"R-r-really.?" was all that could ecscape my lips.
"Yea, man, like when you wear your tight shirts, and your skinnys. Damn that is so sexy to me. I fuckin' love the way you sag 'em a lil bit too."

Wow, this was really happening.

By this point we were the only car left in the parking lot.

I was still staring at Jesus who was staring right back at me, looking as if he hadn't told me anything of importance. He looked like he just told me something like, he had eaten pancakes for breakfast. I couldn't understand why he was so nonchalant.

"W-why are you so calm about telling me.?" I ask.
"'Cus, man, I trust you not to tell anybody," he said, grinning, and showing he beautiful peraly white teeth, "so, I've been thinkin', and I know how I can repay you for letting me copy your test."

I just looked at him.

"I can help you figure out if you're bi or not." he said, grinning again.

With that he placed my hand on his thigh. I sat, still in shock about what was happening. He moved my hand up his thigh to the crotch of his jeans. It was then when I felt something move. I tore my eyes away from his grinning face and looked at my hand. He was making his dick move inside his jeans.

I looked back up at him.

"You like it.?" he said still grinning.

All I could do was nod my head.

"You want to see it.?" he asked.

I stared for a second, then nodded my head again.

"Well wait 'til we get to your place, a'ight." he said, and reached over me to start the car.

The drive to my house was five minutes. It was the the longest most silent five minutes of my life. Every time I would glance over at Jesus, he would just grin that sexy grin at me. Even though I was still at a loss for words, he was really turning me on.

We pulled up in my driveway, and Jesus gets out the car, and grabs his stuff from the back seat. He closes the door and waits for me to grab my stuff. Then we walk up to my door, I unlock it, but it seems like it takes forever for me to find the right key.