Ben and I

I’m just a fifteen year old boy, in high school. I live in an idiotic small town, and I’m the biggest outsider there is. I’m a homosexual. The small diversity in the town is what really kills me. If I tell someone I’m gay, they usually just look at me with open mouths.

Well anyway, I am about five feet and six inches. I’m rather short for my age. I have short brown hair, and dark brown eyes. I’m rather in shape, but I’m not bulging with muscles like I would like to be.

The story starts off as a normal day of school. First I sit threw a boring lecture of The Raven. Then I go off into some lame algebra junk. Finally end up in English class. I waited as my eyes were glued to the clock on the wall. Not even a minuet left then I was off to band class. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a band geek, it’s just the only class I look forward too, and it’s not because of the stupid music or the instruments either. The same moment the bell rang, I was half way out of my seat and on my way to the band room. I strutted threw the crowed, talking to the few female friends I had. As we entered the room, we separated into our instrumental sections, and that’s where I meet him.

Ben was about six- two. He towered over me, and he was in great shape, better then what I would ever hope to be anyway. Our hair looked alike (unintentional) and his eyes were a deep crystal blue. He and I played the same instruments. Drums. He played almost every song because he was a senor, and seniors over ruled the sophomores. It didn’t matter, I had no musical talent anyway. I would much rather sit there and watch him flex his arms as he started to “bang” on the large bass drum. In-between songs, Ben would say loud, humors things to the class, and had the teacher scold him wile the rest of the class rang with laughter. Ben was one of the “popular, gets along with everyone, and is fuck hot” group. Since I was the only other drummer, he always talked to me the most in the class. I always had to act “straight” so I wouldn’t scare him off. Friend ship was the only thing I would ever ask.

All too quickly, band was over. We were sent to lunch and I meant up with my friends again. They moved on to talk about something, and I let my mind wander aimlessly. Suddenly the bell rang and I was broken off of my fantasy. I had to make a quick “adjustments” in my pocket before I could stand up and head to my next class.

I hated history above all the other classes I had that day. But it was my class to start thinking of other things. Other day dreams. Suddenly I was snap back to reality and I had the same problem I did at lunch. I raised my hand wile the teacher was in the middle of a lecture.

“Yes, Mr. Ray?”
“Can I go to the bathroom?”
“ ‘May I go to the bathroom’”
‘obviously I can’t if you don’t let me’ I though quietly to my self.
“May I?”
“Go right ahead.” I jumped out of my seat and I started my way to the bathroom, or the boy’s locker room which was quicker.

As I walked in, my small member gave a jump. I don’t know if it was the fact that other males undress in here, or the sweet sweat smell that filled my lungs, but it always seemed to happen. The locker room was in poor shape. The lockers were small, cloths where on the floor, and the ceiling looked like it would fall. For some odd reason there were a few ropes that were hanging from it. I quickly ran to the nearest stall and pulled my pants down. Ah. Freedom. Right now, it was the best thing ever, until I wrapped my hand around my own shaft, then that was the best thing ever.

Before I could even do anything, the locker room door entered. What the hell! No one ever came down here unless it was football practice or something like that. I hated doing anything when someone else was in the room. I quickly “went to the bathroom” and then stepped out of the stall, and there was Ben, no shirt, in shorts. Sweat made his body incredibly sleek. His treasure trail was the only hair I saw, besides his underarms. I took a huge gulp as I recomposed myself. It wasn’t until seconds after he caught me, I noticed my mouth was wide open.

“Hey,”

“Hi.” I said in an even voice. He started to wipe himself down with a towel. I tried not to watch as I washed my hands, and then started to walk out.

“Damien?” I quickly turned around at the sound of my name.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t… take this as an insult or anything.