Hung High School Senior

“Seth, oh Seth. Fuck me! Fuck me! Please! Please-“

I woke up with a start. I was sweating profusely and was rock-hard. I looked down at my shirtless body. I had cum soaked through my boxers surrounded by a tee-pee that stuck out, made by my twitching dick. It stuck up a full 5 1/2″ from my body. Surrounding it, a nice bush of pubes and two even sized balls dangling below it, with little hair on them.

It was only a dream. A dream I will remember for ever. Seth, had walked into my room, and had his way with me. He had forcefully made me lick him up and down, stuff me into his pubes and shove his full ten inch dick into my mouth, making me stuff it down my throat. I licked every inch of his long, beautiful shaft and wrapped my tongue around his dark pink head. He did not cum in my mouth, because he told me he wanted my ass. I smiled and turned over and stuck my tight virgin hole out. Even before his dick even touched my hole, I screamed,

“Seth, oh Seth. Fuck me! Fuck me! Please! Please-“

But the sound of my alarm clock’s beeps then woke me up with a start. I was so close to having Seth fuck me raw.

Seth. Oh Seth. Drumline captain on our school’s marching band, most outgoing senior, and all ’round sexy. He had light brown, bushy, short hair on his head, a smile face with a smile with a smirk that made me go weak at the knees. He was fairly built and fairly strong with a distinct six-pack and tough pecs right above it. I had recently developed sexual feelings for him. Before, I had just seen him as a very talented drummer, but then, I had soon looked at him in a different light. He had smirked at his friend and looked over at me. I turned to make eye-contact with him for about two seconds until he looked away. I melted. I had almost gone dizzy wishing he came over to me and took full control of my body. That night I got home from marching band practice, and jacked to him. I had never came so hard in my life. I was hard for hours after I came to him. That night I slept well, dreaming of Seth’s smirk that he gave me, while I stared at him looming only about 1 inch higher than me. I had woken up the next morning whispering,

“Seth, Seth, Seth, Seth….”

But this all happened during the marching band season, and now it was the first day of spring break. I had looked down at my wet crotch area. I knew I had to clean it off before my cum caked on my bush. I jumped out of bed and ran to the shower. I tore my boxers off and up jumped my still rock-hard dick. I turned on the water and waited for the water to get warm while I cleaned off the cum with toilet paper. I looked at myself in the mirror. I guess I was satisfied …? I mean, I think my brown wavy hair, high cheekbones, and rather tan skin with blue eyes looked nice. I had muscles and a six pack too, but I was really skinny. I stood at a nice 6’ but I had a pretty tiny cock. Meh, it’ll grow.

The water soon got warm and I jumped in. Soon my pubes were clean and I finished my shower. I toweled off and went into my living room. My parents gone to work, it being a Monday, and I was home alone all day. Nothing to do. I did not set my alarm clock to not wake me up last nigh, so I was up and awake at 6:00 am. The most interesting thing on TV this early in the morning was either infomercials or the morning news. I decided on none of them so I turned off the television and lied down on the couch. I stared at the ceiling with my dream still crowding my mind. I moaned at the lust for Seth. I wanted him, I needed him, inside of me. I couldn’t stand it. The fact that I considered myself Gay and I knew he was straight, was killing me inside. I am glad that I am still in the closet, or I wouldn’t have a sliver of hope for Seth. I never had been fucked, even though I wanted to, but the closest gay thing I have ever done was compare dicks with my cousin and jack right next to each other. I loved every minute of that, but that was all that happened that day…

I wanted Seth out of my head now! There was no way for me to do that here, so I decided to go for a walk. I got up, threw some sweats on and went out the door.

I was then greeted by a cold chill of the cool March morning. It made its way through my sweats, and to my body, making me shiver. I exhaled and a long rope of steam extended out from my mouth. I thought to myself, ‘Its the beginning of March and I can see my breath…’ But really it wasn’t that much of a surprise. The past year, in November, I wore short sleeves and flip-flops for Thanksgiving, and I was outside all day.

Anyway, I got my shoes on and started walking down to the creek near my house. I had to cut across my neighbors lawn to do so, but soon I was in a very wooded area. A creek ran through from up the street to drain into a river downtown. My favorite part was the valley it cut through that had a ranch with a few horses. It was simply beautiful. I was walking down the hill to the creek when I spotted someone near the creek side. They were just sitting there pondering on a rock and looking at the creek. Who the hell is up at this time of the day!? They had their face burring into their hands so I could not see their face, but they wearing something that I recognized immediately. The vibrant purple and gold colors where hard to miss anyway. It was my school’s varsity jacket. I got closer to see what it was for, without making any noise.

I got closer and closer to read what was on the back.

‘Drumline Captain’.

I froze. It was Seth. I could soo tell by his hair. I now stood about ten feet away from him and he looked like he did not want to be messed with. I could only imagine his muscles that I saw during bad camp when he took off his shirt when it got really hot. I can still hear the girls giggling when they saw his muscles. I did too, on the inside, of course, but it was hard to hide my boner while marching. But now I was scared that he might hurt me if I messed with him, so I slowly backed away, so he couldn’t hear me and know I was here. I was a few steps away from safety, but I was lost in thought. Why was he here? Did he live near and I never knew? Why did he look sad? And also how much I wanted him

Even thought I was mere feet from hiding, I stepped on a small twig that made a faint crack, but I was so afraid that Seth would see me that it sounded like a grenade exploding. I looked down at the broken twig then back up at Seth. He was now looking up from his hands, but then turned to look over at me. We made eye contact and I melted. I was staring into his deep brown eyes, ones that I was soon lost in.

Seth just stared back at me. Confused and little aggravated. I bit my lip hoping that he did not think badly of me. He got up and looked over at me.

“Devin?” He asked. His voice had a very nice deep tone to it and it wooed me. I could only nod at the question. “What the hell are you doing here?” He spat.

I tired to answer, but all the words were stuck in my throat. I couldn’t help it, I was too mesmerized by perfect by his perfection. From the bushy hair on his head too his, deep, deep brown eyes. I also noticed that underneath his varsity jacket he had a shirt that was black and one size too small for him. His nipples were noticeable because of the cold march air and were ever so sexy! He had baggy jeans on so I could not see his bulge but I knew it was something big down there. I just knew it.

“Did you hear what I just said?!” He said with much hostility and his voice. I then grew really scared because I knew those muscles had a lot of power behind them, and so did Seth. I remember seeing him show of his karate skills at camp.

Once again the words are stuck in my throat. I really did try to utter what I was trying to say, but I could not. I was too mesmerized by his perfection and overcome with fear at the same time.

With all the emotions and thoughts rushing through my head, I did not realize that Seth had made his way over to me. Once I snapped back to reality, he was then standing a foot away from me. I could then see his features in much more detail. He had bags under his eyes as if he had not gotten any sleep last night. I could also see some hair that he had grown on his chin. I could barley make it out because it blended so well with his skin.

“Are you going to fucking answer?” he spat, with hostility in his voice. I finally grew a pair and answered him.

“I live just up the hill … what are you doing here?” I answered, almost stuttering.

“That’s none of your fucking business. I asked you what you were doing here. No fucking reason for you ask me what I’m doing here, bitch!” He spat once again, venom dripping from his mouth. My blood ran freezing cold and I began to back away, telling him that I would no longer bother him. He seemed to understand that I was doing that. With daggers coming from his eyes coming straight towards me, he turned around, attitude written all over his face. However, something came over me. Something that, to this day, I have no idea what compelled me to say it, but I did….

“What the hell is your problem?”

He stopped dead in his tracks on the path that led into the woods. He then slowly begin to turn around. The expression on his face was much worse and much more hostile than when he first turned around. At that point I was legitimately scared. Maybe it was my total loss for him, or maybe it was the fact that I was just feeling daring.

“What did you just fucking say?” He hissed with the familiar venom dripping from his mouth. For some odd reason, that did not hinder my daringness.

“You fucking heard what I said!”

Then he looked away. He looked away and then a smile came onto his face. After that, he slowly started to pace towards me and that time I did not lose my confidence.

“So…” He said almost playfully. “Little faggot freshman thinks he’s tough?”

“I’m not a fucking fag!”

“Yes you are,” he chuckled “all freshmen are faggots!”

“Well, I’m not a fucking fag! Fuck, I probably been laid more times than you ever will!” I yelled at him. By now, and with his slow pacing, he had made his way over to me and now stood a foot away from me.

The next thing I know, I go from Seth’s ever so beautiful face to an instant pain interrupting from my cheek. After that, I’m on the soft grass but all the wind has just been knocked out of me. I lay there gasping and choking for breath. Even before that could happen, I felt another blow erupt from my stomach. Seth had just kicked me.

I girt my stomach with my arms as I’m turning over on my side. I moan from the pain and shut my eyes tightly to try and get my mind off of it. I once again and left trying to gasp for air, but after a few seconds I already feel like I’m about to pass out. However, I calmed myself down and take a deep breath.

Once I opened my eyes, I’m met with a beautiful face once again. Seth was now standing over me. He looked just as mad as he did before he looked like he wasn’t done hurting me. Little did I know, that he wouldn’t hurt me, but give me the best pleasure I ever had.

“Get the fuck up!” I couldn’t get up. I was in too much pain. “Get. The. Fuck. Up!”

“I…” I let a cough. “can’t….”

Seth let out a heavy sigh. “Oh my fucking God!” He hissed out. Suddenly, I was plucked off the ground by my collar. The next thing I know, I’m shoved up against a tree. A new wave of pain resounded through me like a timpani and a very attractive musky scent came over me. Then, a strong hand wrapped itself around my neck very tightly. “Listen here, you little fucking piece of shit…” Seth hissed into my ear “I’ve been waiting here all night. My girlfriend told me to wait here and she’d give me the best fucking time of my fucking life. We’ve been on the rocks for the past six months. I never lost hope. I waited and waited and waited and waited but fucking nothing! Nothing! I haven’t busted a nut in a year!