You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or sex between two males offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is a coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in. Edited July 12th 2009: Kumani
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The door to the bedroom slammed open as the two eighteen year old boys fumbled into the room. They were too intent on ravaging each other and devouring each others mouths to watch where they were going. Kyle barely had the forethought to close the door behind them. As they shuffled towards the bed, Brandon's foot got caught in a pair of jeans lying on the floor and he began to fall. Unfortunately they were too entangled in each other to separate, that the sudden unbalancing of Brandon, brought Kyle down.
They landed on the floor in a heap. Brandon got the brunt of the fall since Kyle landed on top of him. "Ow!" whispered Brandon.
As they lay there catching their breath, Kyle began to laugh. At first Brandon seemed upset at Kyle for laughing at his pain, but then the comedy of the situation hit him and he began to laugh as well...
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I was new to this school. My family had just moved here over the summer and I was not a very happy camper. I was about to start my junior year at a new high school, with no friends and no idea what to expect. We had moved into a new community and most of the residents were new families. I had not seen a kid over ten years old anywhere in the neighborhood for the entire summer. So depressing!
On the first day of class I was very nervous, and I'm sure it showed. As I hurried up the walkway to the main school building there were new faces everywhere and most of them were looking at me. I must have had the "New Kid" lights flashing above my head. Most didn't stare, but they did look at me with a scrutinizing eye.
All the attention must have been getting to me, because as I was walking up to the entrance I failed to notice a big tree root that had broken through the sidewalk. My foot got caught on it of course, and I took a header right into the first set of stairs. A hand caught me inches from bursting my head wide open. It didn't save my knees or my shoulder bag from being thrown to the ground though, the contents of my bag went skating across the ground.
"Ow, ow, ow!" I whimpered, while rubbing my knee. Kids were laughing all around me.
"Hey, dude. You okay?" I looked up into what I would later think of as the most beautiful male face I have ever seen. He had short curly blond hair, just long enough to brush the top of his sparkling blue eyes. His smile was warm and friendly. It took me a moment to understand what he had asked me. He wasn't laughing, but he had genuine concern on his face.
"Um, yea... yea I'm okay. Thanks man" I looked back to see what had tripped me. "Damn, what the heck? A freakin' root!"
He chuckled, "I think every student in this school has tripped on that root at some point. Here let me help you!" He began gathering my books and papers. I grabbed a few and my bag, and we refilled it. "There you go." He helped me up and then offered his hand. "My name is Kyle."
"I'm Brandon..."
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The two laughing boys picked themselves up off of the floor and sat on the bed. The moment of nervous comedy over, they stared into each other's eyes. The look of amusement was replaced by the earlier look of passion that had consumed them. Kyle made the first move. He reached up and placed his hand on Brandon's smooth face. With this simple gesture he pulled Brandon closer. Brandon's hand reached around behind Kyle, curling around the back of his neck, thumbs and fingers stroking the loose strands of hair.
Their lips met again, but this time there was more feeling, and less of a rush. There was a passion coming through the kiss that told each participant that the other's feelings were true! Mouths opened up and sensual exploration excited nerves on tongues and lips. A low moan escaped the pairing, although from whom the moan came from was impossible to tell.
Kyle's hand slipped from Brandon's face, moved down his neck and onto his chest. Kyle felt the muscle there that he had helped to shape. He remembered the long hours they spent together in the gym. How his best-friend had transformed from a skinny weakling that most dismissed as a nerd, into the beautiful boy that chicks and dudes alike gave a second look.
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I remember that first time, having to drag Brandon to the gym with me. It was the start of summer, and next year we would be seniors. Brandon had had a rough time of it the previous year. This was despite my sticking up for him. He was the new kid, skinny as a rail, who wore nerdy glasses and button up shirts. The jocks couldn't help it. I became determined. I was going to bulk up Brandon a bit and push him into some better clothes.
That first day at the gym was amusing. I had to explain the smallest things to him. "No, no. Brandon, turn your arms like this when pushing the bar up."
"But what's the difference? I'm pushing the bar up, and my arms are burning already."
"Because, we already worked those muscles on the last machine, turning your arms like that will work these muscles and these in your chest. This is the only machine that will work them in here."
After walking him through the full routine and spending fifteen minutes on the treadmill to cool down, we headed into the locker room to change and hit the steam room. I remember it was my first time seeing Brandon naked. He was really skinny, but there was a hint of muscle that wanted to come out.
We went into the sauna with nothing but towels on. I remember I was the first one to shuck my towel and lay it on the bench to sit on. Brandon looked nervous but followed suit. We were just two guys in a sauna. It was just something you did after working out at the gym.
I remember his short ebony hair was spiky from all the sweat. The sweat pouring down his milky white skin was showing off just a hint of definition in his body. His muscles were there, they just needed some coaxing to come out. Brandon had just a few veins that were taut on his arms from the workout.
The sauna became a place after our work-outs that I couldn't wait to go to, most of the time it was just me and Brandon. He didn't even worry about it when other guys came in. Sometimes they would be wearing shorts or underwear, but a lot of the time they would just come in and sit naked with us. I watched his body fill out over the summer. Slow at first, but soon his arms chest and legs really started to take on definition and shape.
I think I really started to fall in love with Brandon over those summer workouts...
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Kyle slowly pushed Brandon back onto the bed, and then he lay down across his new boyfriend. They started to press and grind their hardening cocks against each other. As Kyle broke the kiss, he gazed into the endless pool that was Brandon's green eyes. They stared for just a moment, just gazing into each other's souls.
Brandon smiled up at his best friend turned boyfriend, as he reached back and placed his hands on Kyle's ass. He pulled Kyle in and ground his cock into him even harder. Kyle smiled, and leaned down kissing him once again. Their tongues danced, lips caressed and slight moans escaped one mouth or the other. After a brief moment, Kyle leaned back again and let just the tips of their tongues move against each other.
Then he sat up and moved his hands up under Brandon's shirt, feeling the now firm muscle of his building six-pack. Brandon leaned up so that he could pull the shirt off. The knowing smiles played off of their faces as the first of many articles of clothing had been removed.
As Brandon helped his boyfriend out of his shirt, he marveled at this boy he had fallen in love with. 'How had he been so lucky?' he asked himself. He admired Kyle's chiseled running-back chest. Those powerful arms that rocked the baseball bat and stiff armed the would-be tacklers. How had a skinny geek like him, attracted a star athlete?
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Had it only been a week ago? Kyle was playing in the state championship. We had the better season, so we had the home field advantage. It was fourth quarter, fourth down and goal. The other team was up by four points and there was only ten seconds left on the clock. The visiting team had stopped us three times already and this was the last shot. No time left.
The ball snapped, the blur of motion mixed into a wall of flesh as the lines collided. The quarterback took a few steps back, surveying the situation. It didn't look good... then all of a sudden a human bullet broke free on the far side. Kyle was dashing for the goal line. Just as he got there he turned and jumped into the air as he crossed the in-zone.
Silence hushed the crowd as the ball went flying through the air. On target, it slammed into Kyle's chest. He cradled it as he fell just on the other side of the line. A referee ran forward with the touchdown signal waving in the air. The crowd exploded!!
That night at the after party, I was so proud of Kyle. He was the man of the hour, and I was there to help him celebrate. What was so cool... was that, it was because of him that I could even come to a party like this. Last year, it would not have mattered that he was my best friend. Last year, I was just the new kid and a nerdy new kid at that. I was amazed at the changes Kyle had brought to my life.
My new physique, I would have never thought about going to a gym. Now, I don't know what I would do without my daily workout. And best of all... my new outlook on life. I have confidence now that I never had before. Without that confidence, I don't think I could have gone ahead with my plan that night.
The party was awesome... and as happens with these high school parties, somehow beer and a few other choice alcohol had found their way to the party. It was a good thing too! The slight buzz I had going made the plan easier. What was the plan? To spill my guts!
I couldn't pretend anymore. 'Tonight is the night!' I told myself over and over. Over the last six months or so I had come to realize that I really didn't care that much for girls. I mean sure they are pretty... but I just don't really get turned on by them. A few months ago, after our eighteenth birthdays, we rented a porno. It was so cool that we were born just few days apart. As we watched it together, I started to realize that I was more interested in the guy and his cock in action, than the girl with her tits bouncing all over the place.
