Modern High - 1. Chapter 1

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Anyone who doesn't understand or accept underage sex or situations should not read this story or series! Thank you in advance,

Remijay

Chapter 1

The alarm clock kept going off next to my ear. Every few minutes it would go off again, and I would have to hit the snooze button just to get five more minutes of sleep. What is so special about an alarm clock if it never stops going off? Geez, it drives me crazy; just when I thought I could go back to sleep the stupid annoying thing would go off again. I just wanted to slap it off the nightstand and make it shut up, but I didn't want to have to explain to my parents that it broke because it got annoying.

Instead, I rolled out from under my warm sheets and blankets, missing the heat already. I wanted to dive back into them to get more comfort, but I knew that I had to go school.

I got up out of bed and leaned over to the dresser to find something suitable for the day of school, only to look like a total nerd who stuck out. Who would want this? No one, that's who! I'm Zackary Martin, I'm 5'9 or 5'10 at 15 years old, but that’s normal for my age, I guess. I have blondish brown hair, deep blue eyes that I've been told stick out, along with a somewhat cute ass. But I don't pay attention to my parents, who say it a lot. I grabbed my shirt and pants plus boxer briefs for school that day and headed for the shower.

When I got there I shut the door and locked it, just so no one would sneak in on me or flush the toilet when not needed. I reached over and turned on the shower to get it warm enough. While that was happening, I looked in the mirror at my reflection, the same mixed hair color, the same eye color, the same body weight, and same build. Why does it seem that from day to day nothing ever happens to my body? Why?

As I got tired of looking in the mirror I stepped in the shower; that shower never felt better. Oh, how the simple warmth of water can cure me for a moment of time. As the water went down my back it sent a sensation up my spine and to my brain that overwhelmed me and I was lost for a moment, you could say.

I soon got over the sensation and scrubbed some shampoo on the lufa to get it ready to use on my sleek but slender body. The scent that the shampoo gave off was cocoa butter and cinnamon mixed together. I worked it into my body and it left a smell that tickled my senses. As I was washing my body and my most privates parts, my member started to rise from beneath, only to make me crave a jack off session. But what's the use of a hand? It's a tool that I love to use sometimes, but today I wanted the real thing. But I was reminded that I couldn't get what my body desired - a guy around my age or a just a little older. I would love to just cuddle or do anything to get the pleasure of sex with a teen boy around my age - if only that were possible!

My member got harder and harder until I couldn't stand it anymore. It was aching to be released, twitching and spazzing for true pleasure only to be brought by my hand. 'Left or right?' I thought.

'Maybe both, I'll just switch off and on,' I giggled. Once I put my hand over my sensitive head, it twitched and throbbed for more. I wrapped my right hand over the shaft and started to work it, pumping for the fluids to come freely. I arched my back until my ass was sticking out, I wanted something in there so fucking bad that it killed the mood, but I still jacked off for the time being. As I came closer and closer to the orgasm it took hold of me and didn't bother to let go. It felt too damn good to just leave it hanging anyways.

I started to take in more breaths, short and quick. I could tell that I was getting closer by the way my body spasmed and trembled from the pleasure I was giving myself. It felt like heaven to be jacking off in the shower, the water hitting my dick with warmth that drove me crazy. The more I worked my organ, the more pleasurable it became; sooner than later I felt the orgasm coming. It started at my loins and shot up through my steel member; before I knew it I let out a great moan and let the orgasm take me to bliss. Shot after shot it came, I knew it would be over soon. I let it take me, for the pleasure was too great.

Once I came back down from the high of cloud nine, I was so relaxed that nothing could get me tense, or get me hard for that matter, until later in gym or in the cafeteria at lunch. I jumped out of the shower and looked at my reflection. My hair was wet, but still resembled the same two colors; my eyes were a bright blue that I have never seen before. My body always looked better after a shower, but never before, at least I thought so.

I got dressed and, slowly but surely, I made my way downstairs. My nose was entertained by the food my mother was cooking - scrambled eggs, ham, bacon, and probably orange juice or milk. I entered the kitchen to find my parents sitting at the table, my father reading the newspaper and my mother sipping coffee out of her coffee cup. I walked up and gave Mom a kiss on the cheek and gave Dad a hug. I sat down on the other side, not really wanting to hear what they were going to tell me. I scooted in and looked at the food on the table, telling Mother, "This looks great, what's going on for this?"

"What do you mean, I can't cook for you?!" she said looking at me with a smile.

"Yes you can, but usually there's a reason. What is it?" I asked with questioning eyes.

"Nothing you need to worry about, Son. After school, come home so we can talk about something that is going to change your life!" my dad added, with not so much as a smile.

"OK, I guess it can wait. This smells sooo good, Mom, thank you."

"No problem, sweetie!"

I ate my breakfast and put the dishes in the sink with a rinse or two, and after that I grabbed my bag and gave both parents a kiss on the cheek and a hug to last all day. I left the house and started to walk to school, thinking about after school and what was going to happen. Are they going to tell me that they found out about me? Are they going to tell me that they don't want me? What about moving - hopefully not!

When I came back to reality after thinking about this situation, I was basically at school. Wow, I walk fast when thinking! The winter cold air hit me with everything it had. I went through the double doors. The school always smelled stale and thick, it was overwhelming at first until you get use to it I guess. I saw very few people in the hall; usually it's full to the capacity, but not today.

No one even noticed me, not even teachers. It was like I was nothing but a student who they didn't have any interest in. I walked to my first class; History - why they gave it to me is a question and a half on its own. I can't say that I didn't like it, but it wasn't my favorite out of all 6 classes... well maybe seven, if you add lunch.

I sat at my usual desk by the window. I really didn't mind, at least there was something to distract me from this class, the day was wonderful... well maybe outside, but not in the class room. The teacher lecturing us on History always seemed boring, I really didn't care! So I looked out the window, outside had changed into a thunder storm. The rain mixed with thunder is so calming to me. I don't know why, but it is. I looked at the rain hitting the window, tapping at it. It was more soothing than anything at that moment, but I still couldn't get over the fact that my parents wanted to tell me something after school. So I can't be late, especially if they are telling me that we are moving, or that they found out about me... or they don't want me anymore.

I didn't pay attention for the whole class, even when the teacher asked me if I knew what was going on in class. I looked at her and I said, "No, sorry Ms. Grousin, just thinking about something, but I'm here now. I’ll catch up, sorry to take up your time," with a roll of my eyes.

She just went back to teaching. I opened my book and glanced at it without actually reading anything. I looked at the clock and it said 10 minutes till I'm out of this class and on to the next.

When the bell rang it didn't take me long to travel to the other side for Science, maybe like 3 minutes. I like to walk slow when I'm not in a hurry. People finally said hi to me, but that was just something they do, nothing comes from it. I'm lucky that they didn't find out about me yet! That would be a disaster; that would ruin me. I looked down the hall and there stood a guy who was downright gorgeous.

He made me hard in a matter of seconds! I tried not to look, but what can I say? My eyes betrayed me. I walked a little bit closer, going as slow as possible without getting caught gawking at this blonde God in front of me. As I was trying my hardest not to look, I stole some glances at him. Blonde hair down to his temples, hazel eyes with a sparkle or two, great complexion, nothing but flawless. His lips were what I couldn't stop looking at, they were ruby red, plump, and just gorgeous.

My mouth watered to taste him. I wanted to just grab a handful of that ass of his. You could see somewhat right through his pants, even though they were black and tight. Omigod those pants looked so goddamn hot on him, I just wanted to rip them off and go to town. My member started to go crazy over the image that brought this on. The way he would twist his hair in his finger looked so sexy. I wanted to keep looking, but with all of those girls around him I couldn't. I missed looking at him when I passed, even though I could basically remember his build and eye color and his hair. Omigod, how I just wanted to have the most craziest sex with him.

I went to class right next to where he was, but I didn't notice him follow me in. I just wanted to get to my desk to hide my raging hard on, so I sat down and he sat right down next to me. I couldn't help but to steal precious looks at him. Every time he would catch on, he would look and I would look away, distracting myself with something else for the time being.

I started the "catch me if you can" thing. He knew what I was doing at the time, so he passed me a note asking me why I was staring at him. I wrote back something sarcastic: "Who said anything about me looking at you, maybe you were in my way and I was looking at something else!" and passed it back.

Waiting for him to write something took forever. When he did finally pass it back it was intercepted by the teacher, who asked if her class was so boring that we had to fill it with passing notes. We both shook our heads and looked at the page, while she opened the note and read to herself and looked at us. I couldn't help but look at her while she read it, the way her facial expression showed was funny, but I couldn't laugh.

She told us that we were to stay after class and put the note back down on my desk. As she turned away from us, I sighed in relief of her not reading it aloud. The kids around us started commenting on how every time they wrote notes and passed, she would read them. So what makes us so special? The teacher told the class that this is her class, and that she is the only person that has that say so.

Kids around us were looking at me and this blonde god next to me. I wanted to sneak a peek at him, but I knew for certain that he would look right at me this time. I tried my hardest not to peek or stare, but in the end, I started peeking again. Who am I kidding? I was practically drooling over him. If I weren't so afraid of getting caught looking at him, I would have.

I opened the note to read it. It said, "OK, whatever makes you keep looking over here do you want to trade spots? Also what's your name?!" I wrote back, saying, "No, I'm good where I'm at thank you! Also my name is Zachary Martin but you can call me Zach-OK?!" Throughout the whole hour of being there in the room with him, I couldn't get him out of my mind, I tried everything from not looking or peeking at him to reading my book or putting my head down on the desk, nothing worked!

So he wrote back 5 minutes before class was over asking, "Hey sorry to keep passing notes, but do you know your way around here? I'm kinda new and I don't want to get lost. I will wait for you after class to give me my answer!"

I folded up the note and stuck it in my book just for good measure. The bell rang shortly after and after we were told by the teacher that we would learn more if we “followed the class instead of passing notes,” I met the hunk outside the room. I took one good long look at him and I was mesmerized. I didn't stop staring at him until we were into a conversation that I don't even remember starting.

"Hey Zach, you there? Anyone home?!" he said looking confused.

I just watched his lips move, those succulent juicy lips fully waiting to be kissed. I was cut short when he smacked me in the arm playfully.

"Are you going to answer me or just stare? Dude!"

"Um... I-I'm sorry, I forgot! Yes I do know my way around here, gimme your schedule. I’ll see what class you have next!" I said, thinking that hopefully it was with me so I can watch him and his beauty.

"Sure, here!"

"Ah-OK, you have biology next! I have the same class; let's go before the teacher, Mr. Breig, gets mad. He doesn't like it when we’re late and he will give you a detention for no reason, so let's go!"

He followed me up the stairs to the second floor. Luckily we didn't have gym, that's on the third floor. We got to the room and I took my seat waiting for the blonde. Dammit, I keep forgetting to ask him his name! I can’t keep calling him a blonde god, even though that is what he is, right? He gave the teacher his schedule and sat right behind me this time.

When class finally started by the bell, Mr. Breig started talking, putting us to sleep already. I decided to pass a note to the blonde one this time. "Hey sorry, I know that we had to quit last time for this, but can I have your name? It's kinda weird saying you're the blonde one all the time!"

It took him like 5 minutes to write back, literally 5 minutes! When he finally got done taking forever and passed it back I opened it and it read, "My name is Toby Smith, nice to meet you *giggle*" and next to it, it showed a drawing of a rocket ship with Mr. Breig strapped to it, and the ship looked like a penis. I couldn’t help but to snicker at it, it looked fucking awesome. The bubble for the teacher also said "I'm blasting off!" I literally had to put my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. It was priceless to say the least.

I wrote saying, "Is someone bored? Fucking nice drawing!" I drew a smiley and added, "Nice to meet you too, I suppose! What class do you have next?" He couldn't write back because the teacher wanted to stand next to us for 10 minutes just to make sure I was not having fun while he was lecturing, so I played along with this dummy of a teacher. After the teacher walked away finally, Toby passed the note saying, "It's not that I'm bored! I just don't like a teacher that has to be mean to get to the point!" I wrote back, saying, "Yea I know what you mean, but hey, at least you get to pass notes somewhat without being caught."

After that I guess he didn't feel like passing notes. I just sat there daydreaming of the most craziest sex with Toby. Wow Toby! What a hot name, hopefully I get to have lunch with him today. That made my day, just thinking of him, even though every thought brought on a slight hardon that I had to cover with my hand or a book. I felt so embarrassed at that moment, when the bell rang I ran out of that class to my locker, only to be holding onto it.

The more I held it, the more my hardon wanted to tent. I couldn't do anything until it was gone. I had to stop thinking of Toby for the moment, but when I finally did, the image of Toby flashed before my eyes just to make my dick start up again. Every time that happened it took even longer for it to go down. The more I pressed it, the more it wanted the attention, so I gave up and went to the bathroom, checking all the stalls, making sure no one was in there at that moment.

I finally gave in and went to the next stall, and pulled down my pants to relieve my raging hardon. I took my cock into my hand and worked it for what it was worth. About the time I was going to cum, the bathroom door opened and two boys came in talking, not realizing I was in there. I put my feet up and put them on the door. Luckily I had locked the door or it would’ve opened on me; I really didn't have an excuse to be jacking off right now.

I listened very carefully to them. They were saying something about the kid Toby, and that he was stealing all the ladies from them. "I wish I could be as hot as he is - I would give anything to be him right now!"

"I know, right? But hey, at least we still have some girls flirting over us for the time being. Am I right?!"

"Sure, whatever you say. We have to find out what his trick is for picking up all these fine ass girls!"

When the late bell rang, they left and I was still in there with a raging hardon wanting to be released from the pressure building. I was moments away. Anyway, I took it back into my hand and started jacking off again. That's when the door opened again to find someone standing there right in front of the stall I was in. He looked around, but didn't find anyone else in there with him. Moments later he asked, "Anyone in here? I can hear breathing!" I knew that voice, it was Toby. I didn't want him to find me in the stall like this, so I pulled up my pants and unlocked the door and stepped out for Toby to see me. I went over to the sink to rinse off.

He asked, "Hey you, I thought you ran away from me. What were you doin’ there?!" I had to think fast, but nothing I thought of would be a good enough excuse for him. He looked down and obviously saw that I had a tent growing with anticipation of being locked away again.

He rubbed my front and made me gasp for air! Every last bit of air escaped my lungs. I wanted to breathe again but couldn't - that alone made me weak in the knees. I can't believe he's actually touching me right here in the bathroom!

I didn't know what to do, being weak in the knees didn't help, plus looking into those beautiful eyes of his made me melt. I just wanted this moment to last forever, but of course it didn't. He let go right when I couldn't take it anymore. My balls were aching to release the juices in them. If only he would take me right here right now, I could die and go to heaven!

"Hey! You ok? Did you like what I was doing? Do you want me to continue or do you want me to leave you to your aching cock to tend to it yourself!?"

"I-Um-Ah-!" I couldn't talk! It was like I was stuck in a dream that only lead to my aching balls. I wanted pleasure, but I didn't know how far he was willing to go.

"Speechless I see!" He giggled. "Well I could help you. Just give me a nod if you want me to continue with our session."

I nodded so helplessly, wanting him to take me for all I was worth or more! I kept nodding until he put his hand under my chin to stop me. I think he thought it was funny how I couldn't even speak.

He pushed me back into the stall, not caring if it was class time or not. He took it upon himself to unzip me and pull down my boxer briefs just a little bit. Toby grabbed my aching dick and started to stroke slowly, making me melt again just by the touch. I moaned softly into his shirt, wanting him more. But he wouldn't go faster, he kept that rhythm up for as long as he could.

Toby started to unbutton my shirt to kiss and lick his way down to my member. When he finally got my shirt all unbuttoned, he pressed his lips to my chest, sending sensation upon sensation up and down my spine, tingling and trembling plus squirming a bit just from the touch of those so juicy, plump lips. The way he worked his way down further and further with a lick or two, I went into heaven and died from it. I moaned so helplessly wanting him just to go faster.

He was being such a tease with me, I groaned in pleasure when he licked a little bit more. When he was upon my naval he would circle around it with his tongue, giving it a kiss or sucking on it with a nibble. I couldn't stand it anymore; I grabbed his hair, pulling it playfully to get his attention. He looked up at me and gave me that oh so precious smile that could melt an iceberg. I melted with it, while his eyes and sparkle sent me to cloud nine and beyond.

Toby broke the eye contact and went back to the task at hand. When he started up again, he licked and kissed his way down to the treasure marked with a raging hardon. I didn't want this to be over, but I could already feel my orgasm coming. If only I could hold a little bit longer; if only he would stop teasing me with that god of a tongue, I could last. Who was I fooling? His tongue and lips pressed against my private spots was too much to handle!

He finally made it to my raging dick, but he didn't take it into his mouth. He hovered over it with a smirk, licking those seductive lips of his. I wanted to feel them on my steel member just to feel the heat from his mouth. It was taking forever for him to go down on me, I guess he loved to tease and sensed he was my first. My hormones were out of control, taking my body over with that tingling sensation just waiting for him to take me into that lovely mouth!

When he thought I couldn't take anymore, he moved his mouth away from my aching steel member and moved it to my balls, putting each in his mouth. That sucking sound made me moan even more, I had to put my hand over my mouth to not be heard through the bathroom door.

My moaning could still be heard perfectly throughout the bathroom. Toby started laughing because he could hear my whimpering, and as my body shook and trembled, he continued. It was torture but pleasure at the same time. Rubbing my inner thighs only made the pleasure more exciting for my arousal.

The more I wanted to whimper, the more pleasure at twirling his tongue around my balls brought me to orgasm. By the time he let up on my balls, I was taking in quick and short breaths. I started to see stars, literally. It was fucking awesome. I never wanted the feeling of being in absolute bliss to go away. He soon began to lower himself onto my steel member, which was thumping with the beat of my heart.

He put my tip in his mouth, the heat of his mouth made me grab either his hair or the stall's walls. My body went numb from what he was doing. I felt weak, and my knees started to give, but I pushed through it with him holding onto my ass and kneading it. It made me still want more of him, I just didn't know if he would let me do him next.

The orgasm started to come. The more he put my dick in his mouth, the more he swallowed, inch by inch, until he hit my base and sniffed my pubic hair. It must have smelt good, because he started to bob up and down, up and down faster. I took hold of his hair, lightly pulling, making him moan in return. My orgasm shot up from my toes, leading to my loins, then to my balls and from there it just shot up through my cock before I could say anything. My body tightened, I started to shake, tremble, and squirm. The cum came out, shot after shot after shot.

Toby tried to take it all, but I could tell that he couldn't get it down fast enough. He was drooling out the sides of his mouth. He let up on my cock, which was twitching from the orgasm. Let me tell you, regular jack off sessions have nothing on that orgasm. I slid down to the toilet, sitting there. I was still breathing heavy. I couldn't even try to make my normal breathing come back, that orgasm was way too much. But I can't complain. Shit, that was fucking awesome, hands down.

He finally smiled at me after licking up the rest that he didn't catch, kissing me on the lips. His tongue pushed through my lips, and we started to French. Well his kisses were even more enjoyable than the oral he just gave me! Those beautiful juicy lips were heaven on earth, taking all the air out of my lungs every single time. I didn't want to stop kissing him.

When we did stop, only for a second to look at each other, that sparkle was still there in his eyes. I could never get tired of looking at his beauty. I could tell that he was horny, but when I tried to reach for it, he smacked my hand away, saying, "I only did that for you to show how cute you are! No need to return the favor. OK?"

"Oookaaay! If you say so. So what class do you have right now? I have math right now then gym. After that, lunch, thank god. After that blowjob I am so fucking hungry, but too weak to get up even!" I giggled.

"Oh?! Hehehe sorry, couldn't help myself. You are very delicious, if I may say! Your cum is sweet and tangy, I loved it! So yea gym, me and you next class, shower time? Hehehe!"

"OH definitely!!!" I giggled.

We walked out of the bathroom about the same time classes got out. Luckily we finished, or there would have been trouble if anyone had heard me moan in there. We both laughed as we walked down the hall to put our books in our lockers. Then we had to go through the door leading to the locker room for boys.

We split ways, he went one and I went the other. I got to my locker opened, and changed into my gym shorts and shirt. While I was changing, I couldn't help but remember the session that Toby gave me not long ago. That alone made me smile and start to giggle. If Toby and I were in here alone, believe me I would give him the same treatment. I laughed out loud for that one.

Soon it was time to go up three flights of concrete stairs. Toby was right behind me, smacking me on the ass telling me, "C'mon slow poke, you're keeping us!" He laughed and I went faster, but a part of me wanted to stop and let the others go ahead so I could ask Toby what made him do what he did in the bathroom.

Edited By Pete!