Chris
She moaned every time I thrust in her. Bitch had already come twice. However, I was still waiting for my own orgasm. I guess I was just not on the right mood. I pushed out of her and took off my condom. She whined with dissatisfaction, but I seriously did not care. I did not even know her fucking name. I pulled up my pants and left the room, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep smoke. Truth is, I always enjoyed having sex with both girls and boys. I guess you could call me a bisexual or whatever. I don't give a fuck about labels. Plus, I never even kept it as a secret. All my close friends know about it. I told my mom too but she did not say much. She doesn't really say much at all.
I always enjoyed sex and never really got attached to partners after it. That's how it always was and that's how it should be. Then why did I stop liking it? Actually, I do know why but it's way too much for me to take. I guess I should start from the beginning.
I wanted my senior year to be fun. I would just stay in Cali and open a restaurant or some shit like that. College is for losers anyways. So, I decided to relax and enjoy my last high school year with my friends. Everything went smoothly till that new exchange student got transferred to my English class.
His name is Grig. I remember the first time I saw him. He was sitting with some brunette chick in the front row. He didn't even look at me during the class. I sat in the back and could not take my eyes off of him. He was the sexiest guy I had ever seen. His slightly long golden hair barely touched his shoulders. He looked at the teacher with his big blue eyes and when Mr. Ebron asked him something, he spoke in his sexy accent giving me a quick boner. I could no longer concentrate on the lesson, not that I cared, but still. Every time he sucked on his pen with his full red lips, I imagined it was my dick instead.
"What the fuck is up with you, bro?" Oscar asked, staring at me.
Oscar had been my mate since my freshman year. Yes, he could be a little slow sometimes but he was a good friend and fun to be around with. You could always depend on him.
"What?" I turned around facing him.
"You've been zoned out for like whole class. Did you fucking smoke without me?" He growled.
"Fuck off. I'm just tired" I tried to act as if I had not gotten any sleep.
I suddenly heard a giggle. I turned around and it was Marissa, my other best friend. She was a really beautiful, black-haired girl that Oscar was in love with. I tried to have sex with her my sophomore year, but then I found out how my friend felt about her. Soon, they started dating and I became friends with her. Now, she was one of my best friends. The thing about Marissa was that you could never hide anything from her.
"I think somebody's been a creeper today." she chuckled and pointed at Grig.
"Shut up!" I grunted, "I'm just tired."
"Yeah, I bet" she smiled and drew a little heart on my notebook.
"You are such a bitch!" I laughed and erased her "art work".
After the class, I got a better look at the Ukrainian guy. I nearly gasped when I saw him move in his skinny jeans. I felt a horrible urge to walk over to grab his round ass. Instead, I looked around, blushing, and left the building to go to the cafeteria. Lunch was pretty boring. Everyone at the table was talking about my crush on the new kid. I stopped denying it because it had become too obvious.
That night, I could not make myself fall asleep. I lay on my bed, smoking and slowly stroking my dick. I came couple of times, fantasizing about Grig screaming my name while my cock was about to explode in him. I had never felt like this about anyone before, and that made me extremely uncomfortable. I thought it was because of the weed and it would go away in the morning. However, something even weirder happened. I actually looked forward to going to school for English class, just to see him and how he'd look that day.
"Why don't you just talk to him?" Marissa asked, walking to school.
"I don't know. It's just fucking weird." I shrugged and entered the main hall.
That day, the teacher decided to group us up and I got Marissa and my friend Brad. My mate Oscar was lucky enough to be with Grig. Well, his girlfriend was in my group so I bet he thought the same about me.
I was just laughing with Marissa about how Oscar was giving a hard time to that blonde chick, when I suddenly saw him stand up and run over to Grig. I had seen that expression on my mate's face and I knew he was up to no good. I was about to get up when I felt Marissa's hand on my shoulder. I sat down, all tensed and sweaty from nervousness. It was like Oscar felt it too and he looked at me. He knew that punching Grig would not be a smart decision and sat back down.
Soon, the bell rang and I waited for everyone to leave to talk to Oscar in private.
"What the fuck, dude?" I muttered.
"That Grug or Grag or whatever is a fucking bitch." he snapped. "No one has ever talked to me like that and I won't let that Russian asshole do that ever again! Do you hear me?"
"Calm the fuck down right now." I answered in a completely calm voice. "First of all, he is Ukrainian and his name is Grig and then ..."
"Oh, whatever. Who gives a fuck?" He yelled and went to the door, "Fuck him and get it over with."
The next week or two was less crazy. I never really found an appropriate time to talk to Grig and he did not seem that interested himself. I still fantasized about him in class though. I had to go to the restroom couple of times to masturbate 'cause he got me too horny.
I was surprised when I got an invitation to the party from that blonde chick. She stayed after class to talk to me. She was wearing a tight cheerleader uniform, as if she was trying to show off her boobs and ass. There was nothing to show off though, really.
"So, come if you can." She smiled. "I'll be waiting."
"Waiting for me, or for my little friend?" I asked.
"Who is your lit ... Oh, I get it." She blushed, "Jeez, Chris, that's nasty."
"My penis is nasty? That's kinda insulting." I answered in my deep voice and moved closer to her.
"Yeah ... I mean ... It's not like dirty nasty. It's just ... Why are you making me do this?" She whined, not taking a step backwards.
"It's just that how can you tell if it is nasty if you've never felt it?" I whispered in her ear, sliding my hand in her underwear. "Never felt its length, warmth, thickness."
"Teacher might walk in." She moaned "Follow me to the restroom."
She grabbed her backpack and walked in front of me, teasing her round ass. We entered the girls' restroom and in no time she was on her knees deep throating my length. I quickly came in her mouth, but she spat it out. I pushed my dick back in my boxers and zipped my jeans. I opened the door and as I was leaving I heard her unsatisfied grunt.
"I'll finish you at the party, if you behave." I growled and left her.
***
On Friday, as usual, I picked up my 12-year-old sister after school, dropped Oscar off at his house, and went back home. My mom had fallen asleep on the couch with empty beer cans in front of her. I picked her up and put her in bed, covering her with the blanket. After that, I made a quick meal for my sis and asked her what she did at school.
My father was a cop and he was killed 6 years ago. Things were way better back then. I didn't really love him, but I respected his authority. You couldn't call him a constant abuser, but he had his bad days and those days usually became worse for me. Overall, it was still better than what was to come. He was shot by some drug addict and died two days later in the hospital. The government started covering some of our bills and expenses and his friends helped us out. My mother had never worked and she had no clue what to do. However, people soon started forgetting us and my dad's friends decided they had helped enough. My mother got a job as a waitress and we still managed to survive. She would always sob at night, hugging my sister and me. Years went by and she started hugging empty bottles instead. Her alcohol addiction did not go unnoticed and she was fired. She got another job and was fired in less than a month. That's when I started working for a furniture moving company. We were still pretty tight on money, but I managed to buy a crappy car and could afford some stuff for my sis. I can even sometimes afford shit like weed, cigarettes or pills.
I was not working that day, so I decided to go to that blonde chick's party. I called Oscar and told him to be ready for me to pick him up. It was around 10 o'clock and sis had gone to sleep. I changed my clothes, showered and got in the car.
We were a little late to the party. I looked around and suddenly saw Grig. I got a tingling feeling in my stomach from just looking at him. My hands got sweaty and I felt sudden urge to talk to him. That's when I saw Nick talking to him.
I do not like that guy. Actually, I didn't give a shit about him. Even though he was gay, he was definitely not my type and I never cared enough to even become friends with him. On the other hand, I would not let him work his fucking charms on Grig. I just would not. I don't even know why.
I walked over and said hi to both of them. I could not even look Grig. It felt as if he was peeking at my soul with his stare. I looked away and continued talking with Nick. Fortunately, some chick called the boy and I was left alone with my rival.
"I will make this short." My smile disappeared, "Just stay away from him. It will be best everyone"
"Or what? Are we in 2nd grade?" That bastard decided to be a smartass with me.
"Ok, looks like the short way is not enough for your slow brain." I scolded angrily, "You leave that boy alone unless you want to get hurt, really hurt. Aren't you trying to get that football scholarship?"
"Yeah, so?" He barked.
"It would be way fucking harder to get that if your legs are broken, wouldn't it?" I stared at him, intimidating him even more.
"Why do you give a shit?" He asked, confused and afraid.
"About what?"
"About that exchange student." He looked away, not daring to look me in the eyes.
"He is my biological brother. I am actually Ukrainian." I laughed, "It's not your fucking business. So, move on. Now!"
He mumbled something and hurried away from me. I chuckled to myself and took out a cigarette. I started walking towards the beach house. I guess I had a bad rep at school. I beat couple of footballers up back in freshman and sophomore years and since then, no one even tried to confront me.
I was still thinking about Grig and his red, full lips. I needed to feel them so badly I decided I was finally going to talk to him. I still thought it was ridiculous that I was being shy in that kind of situation, but he somehow managed to expose sides of me that were well hidden. I wanted to keep it that way, but I could not help myself. I had to see him. I was about to go back to the beach, when I saw couple of juniors taking pills in the house. I walked in and asked them for one. They refused at first, but when they realized who I was, they quickly gave me one and rushed to leave.
