When I Met Kyle

“The New Kid Is Also Gay”
[Chapter 1]

Most of the boys at my school either already have a girlfriend (or boyfriend), aren’t that attractive, or are extremely shy around other guys when they’re naked (as I’ve observed in the locker rooms before and after gym class.) I just wish I could find a good lover to spend the rest of my high school years with. And I found that lover in 17-year-old Kyle Thompson. My name is Jerry Lewis. I am 17 years old as well. And this is the story about how Kyle and I met, and became inseparable bi-sexual lovers for life.

Late September. The known bf/gf connections from last year were hooking up again, along with the gf/gf and bf/bf connections that everyone knew were present. They walked down the hallways holding hands, and you could find them occasionally kissing in the hallways, just as long as there were no teachers around. When a boy/girl couple were kissing, you would just walk right by them completely ignoring them. But whenever you happened across the rare boy/boy or girl/girl make-outs, you couldn’t help but stand there and watch for a little bit. It’s just so hot watching two girls kissing (for a guy). Anyway, I had to stay late in my English class because my teacher wanted to talk to me. I walked quickly down the hallway to the locker room so I could change into my gym uniform and make it to gym actually on time today. My gym teacher told me that she was done with my “lame” but always somewhat true excuses, and said that if I were late again I would fail her class, no matter what.

I skidded into the locker room just in time to hear the late bell. After the late bell, there’s another bell that rings about 6 or 7 minutes later, which means that we better be upstairs and ready to start gym class by then. I threw my stuff down on an empty (or so I thought) bench and quickly shuffled through my gym bag and found my shorts, t-shirt, socks and shoes. I threw my flip-flops into an empty locker, and quickly took off my pants and threw them in there as well. That left me in only my t-shirt (which I then took off and tossed into the locker as well) and my underwear. I looked down at my underwear and saw a tiny wet spot where the tip of my penis was and assumed it was just pre-cum. “Must have gotten a little turned on when I walked past Stacey and Kelly making out” I murmured to myself. I spun my head around to look at the clock. 11:54 am. I let out a sigh of relief. “Ok. This means I still have about 6 or 7 minutes to change” I said quietly to myself. “But they can go fast,” a voice behind me said. I quickly turned around and noticed there was someone else on the bench! I could feel my face blushing.

“Oh, I’m so sorry…I didn’t see you there,” were the only words I could get out. “S’okay. Happens all the time.” He said back. I laughed quietly out loud, but mostly to myself at the faint hint of sarcasm I picked up in his response. Then he noticed me staring, or rather sneaking glances at something right next to him on the bench. He looked down in confusion, and then realized I was looking at his either 6 or 6½ inch rod which was just sort of hanging in the air.