New Kid In School - 1. Chapter 1: "That Gloomy Day In March"

I knew in the 5th grade that I was attracted to boys. I don't quite remember what it was that turned me on all of the sudden, but when I was ten years old they became my number one obsession. Well...that and mom's oatmeal cookies. But now, only three years later, I've begun the long and agonizing journey into a full blown frenzy of hormones. I was in the eighth grade and it seemed like every boy in the whole damn school turned me on in some way or another. But it was that gloomy day in March that I met the guy who turned my life upside down.

It was raining outside that morning. I was getting myself ready for school and looking at myself in the mirror. There I stood, Randy Stephens, about 90 pounds of flesh with dark brown hair. My eyes were a piercing blue, but all they saw was a scrawny kid with a button down shirt and no pants on. I finished getting dressed and went on to what I thought was going be a normal day. I was wrong. My first period class was History (how I got stuck with that for a first period class, I'll never know!), and it seemed to be even more boring than usual. It was one of those days that I was glad to sit next to the window so that I could stare out at the falling rain in the school's courtyard. That's when HE walked in.

His name was Ryan. He was about my size, but more defined (or so I assumed). He had short hair that was that strange color between strawberry blond and light brown. His eyes were a sexy hazel brown and were stretched out at the sides. Kind of like Asian eyes but not quite. Anyway, he had just moved into town the day before and was going to transfer into my first period History class! (Another unfortunate schedule planned) He walked up to the front desk and the teacher told him to take a seat right next to me! I almost freaked! Whatever control I had over myself at that moment was gone. I felt an uncontrollable hard on growing in my pants and quickly put my bag in my lap to hide it.

"What's up?" Came a voice from next to me. Colud he be talking to me? No way. I kept fumbling through my bag like I was looking for something while trying to make my boner go away.

"Helloooo....?" Came the voice again. Geez, even his voice was sexy. It was that lustful pitch that only a young kid of thirteen could make, with just a touch of rasp to it. I looked over and locked eyes with the most beautiful guy I'd ever seen in my life!

"um...Hey..." I studdered. He held out his hand and I shook it. "My name's Ryan. What's your's?"

God, did this kid know what he was doing to me? Every word that he spoke made my hard on jump with more ferocity.

"I'm Randy...nice to meet you."

Nice to meet you? I couldn't have come up with anything better than that? I saw a look on his face like he wanted to say something else, but he couldn't quite think of anything. I was speechless at this point, but I seemed to get up some nerve when I saw one of the girls in the back of the class staring at him. Call it jelousy, but after that I had plenty to say. We cliqued instantly. We talked through the entire class, even with the teacher telling us to shut up every so often. At one point, Ryan drew a picture of our History teacher in some kind of spaceman get-up. Behind him was a ship shaped like a penis and a speech bubble that said "Take me to your peter!" We cracked up and were thankfully saved by the bell before getting kicked out of class.

As the day went on, Ryan showed up in three more of my classes. It got so bad that we couldn't even look at each other without laughing. As gorgeous as he was, there was more than sex to be had from this boy...he was a friend. However, there were a couple of times that I phased out and just began staring at his beauty. He had such a firm, yet delicate, appearance. And he had one of those mouths where you were content just with watching it form words without paying attention to them. I tell you, there was one moment in study hall that I had to fight hard to keep from just reaching out and kissing him! But after that, things went even further.

It was as if fate hate given me my first miracle. Ryan rode on the same bus as me after school. He even lived in the same neighborhood. He asked on the bus if he could come over and maybe play a few video games or talk without the interruptions. This made me nervous as all hell, but there was no way that I was going to turn this opportunity down! I still figured him for straight at that time, but I was hoping to get into a wrestling match and maybe get a cheap feel here and there. Hey, I was a kid...everything's erotic when you're a virgin. We talked, had a few sandwhiches that my mom left for me to eat (she works late), and battled out a few hundred bouts of Tekken 3. As hard as I tried though, I couldn't concentrate for more than a minute without staring at him. And a couple of times...I could have sworn that I'd caught him staring back. He was so cute!

Soon, the conversation switched to girls and I figured that I had lost him. I felt my heart sink when he mentioned the 'G' word. Ah well, better luck next time. Besides, there was always hours and hours of endless masturbation. I tried to play along, so I talked about the girls in school that I heard other boys talk about. I thought I was pulling it off rather nicely, but suddenly he got quiet. I looked up and he was giving me this look that melted my soul. It was like he was making love to me without even moving.

"You don't really like girls, do you?" He said.

"What do you mean? I love girls...heh heh...love 'em all." I stumbled. I was having trouble breathing and my hands were shaking. He was still giving me that look. Dammit! That look was just filling me with an overflowing sense of....of.....love!

I figured that I had better do something to break the mood. So I dropped the video game controller and shouted, "Are you calling me a liar punk?" like Clint Eastwood. And I tackled him onto the bed. I was expecting to get a few hands on one of those awesome ass cheeks of his and maybe a grab at his crotch so I could get an idea of what he was 'packing'. But he overpowered me and soon he was on top of me on the floor. I tried to get up, but he had me pinned. I looked up into his eyes, and there he was...giving me the look. Oh no! Don't get hard, don't get hard, don't get hard...! I tried to look away, but he kept following my eyes and staring deep into them. He wouldn't even say anything, he just kept looking at me. I felt a stirring in my loins and couldn't stop it now. I struggled to get up before he noticed, but he held me down by pressing his crotch into mine. A smile broke out on his face and I knew he'd felt it.

What happened next just blew me away! He looked down at me and whispered, "mmmm....there we go." And he began grinding into me slowly. I could NOT believe this was happening! Here I was, with the most gorgeous 13 year old in the world on top of me...and he was loving it! I suddenly let my paranoia get the best of me and figured that I should speak up. Just in case he was 'testing me' to see if I was gay. But as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, he put his hand up to my lips and whispered "Shhhhh..." Then he kissed me.

Thank God I was on the floor, because my knees felt so weak I would have fallen over had I been standing up. His breath was so sweet, his lips so soft...then he snaked his tongue in my mouth and I was lost in his embrace. I let go of all my sanity and simply let my body take over. And take over it did! Seconds later, our sweet kiss had become a rough and tumble tongue lock! He was grinding into me as hard as his muscles would allow and I was pressing into him by lifting my hips up off of the floor. We couldn't take anymore, and I felt an orgasm sent from heaven above on its way to my cock! Just then, the phone rang!!!

I hated to break the little wrestling match that we had going, but we ignored it as long as we could and it was ruining the moment. I picked up the phone frustrated and shouted, "WHAT?!?!" It was my mother. Oops. She told me she'd be late coming home...blah blah blah...dinner's in the fridge...blah blah blah...you know, mother's stuff. I tried to get her to hang up but she just kept talking for like ten minutes! Then I felt Ryan's warm breath over my shoulder. He wrapped two arms around me from behind and began grinding into me again while he kissed and licked the back of my neck. I looked around and noticed that he was completely NAKED!!! The hottest kid on Earth was in my bedroom, butt naked, kissing my neck, and all while I was on the phone with my mother! Could this be happening? Oh if this is a dream, PLEASE don't let me wake up until I get a piece of this kid!

I tried to talk to my mother calmly, but with Ryan basically giving me a hickey and undoing my pants, it was near impossible! That's when he grabbed my 5 inch cock and began stroking it. That's it! I might have been rude, but I just told my mom that I had to go and that was that! I hung up and attacked Ryan from the front. I stood next to his warm naked body and nibbled his collar bone as he proceeded to pull my pants off of me. I kicked them off and wrrapped my arms around him, placing my hands on the soft round globes of his ass. I squeezed and pulled him closer to me (if that were even possible!). We kissed again and he laid me back on the bed. I hated to let go of his ass. It felt so good in my hands. But what he did next felt even better!

He kissed his way down my chest, very slowly. While he was doing that, I felt his cock and balls rub my leg just above the knee. I moaned involuntarily, and I guess he got the message because he started a slow and rythmic grind on my leg while he sucked tenderly at my nipples. Then he kissed down to my belly button, and then...he went for the gold. He swallowed my cock all the way down to the base on the first try! His moist, red lips motioned rythmically on my pole as I watched it disappear into the warmth of his mouth. I was astonished when he looked up at me without missing a stroke. He gave me that look again, but this time it was more intense! I looked into his eyes and was full of so much passion that

I couldn't hold it anymore! I exploded in his mouth with what seemed like 100 spurts of hot teen juice! He tried to swallow it, but there was no way in hell he was going to be able to take all of THIS load! I arched my back and screamed a bit louder than I wanted to! I heard my bones crack and pop as my entire body became as stiff as a board! I almost got a cramp in my leg I was cumming so hard.

He finally pulled off after nursing my spent cock for a few minutes. He climbed up on my chest and waved that delicious piece of circumsized meat in front of me. I devoured it with my tongue going crazy on his cock. He began pumping in and out of my mouth and he started moaning loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. His sexy voice, his tool in my mouth, and then me grabbing a handful of those lovely butt cheeks was enough to get me hard again. He began to speed up the pace and he started to lose his rythm...I knew it could be any moment now! I had that quick second of fear go through my mind. What will it taste like? What if it makes me sick? And a billion other questions. But once I felt that beautiful cock expand in my mouth, all I was concerned with was not spilling a drop! He shouted out loud and shoved himself as far as he could possibly go into my mouth while I grabbed those ass cheeks hard enough to leave scars!!! I swallowed the first few jets of jism, but the rest overflowed onto the bed. The force of his orgasm set me off again and I lost another load which spurted up onto Ryan's back!

Both of us were exhausted to say the least. We were out of breath, and our muscles ached. Ryan scooted down next to me and we embraced in a kiss that must have beat anything I've ever seen in any movie ever. We just couldn't stop touching each other, or kissing each other, or holding each other. But it was almost time for my mom to come back and I didn't think that I'd have a fun time explaining me and a strange boy lying naked in each other's arms in my bedroom. So he got dressed, and I did the same. As I walked him to the door, I kept getting one last kiss, one last touch. We just couldn't stop! But he finally made it to the door.

I said goodbye and asked how he knew.

"I didn't..." he said, "...I took a chance. Thank goodness I was right!" Then he flashed me that exceptional grin of his and took off. I couldn't wait for the next day. We had so many more games to play!