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There he is, my current crush. The one boi who invades all my dreams and is
the focus of all my fantasies. He's a nineteen-year-old five foot six well
built boi. He has spiked locks of golden blond hair and silver-blue eyes. He
looks like a character out of some Japanese cartoon. The fact that he is
also on in our university's kendo club just adds to that appearance. But in
short, Shane is every thing that I could want in a boyfriend.

But why would he want me? I'm eighteen years old, six foot even, barely
weigh 180, and I'm skinny as hell. I'm not scrawny but I'm not built well
either. My reddish orange hair is a mess of tangled curls when it gets more
than half an inch long and my eyes are a dull gray-blue. In short, I'm one
of those persons that you try to overlook and if you can't try to ignore and
forget. At least I am forgettable.

But hey, if I can't have the guy I want, at least I can look at him, right?
And I look every chance I get. Which is on average, 6 or so times a week.
Like I said, he's in the kendo club and so am I. And all the kendo club guys
wound up with lockers near each other when we went to rent lockers this
semester. So at our two meetings each week I get every glance. Once when
we're changing before practice, once in the shower, and once after the
shower when we're getting dressed after practice. And with each glance I see
a 4 inch flaccid piece of marvelous manhood. And his balls are fairly large,
though they don't hang that low. Occasionally I'll get to see his member
semi-hard in the shower, but not often. It's hard not to pop up rock hard
then.

So anyways, it's Thursday. Second meeting of the week and its nearly over.
We all finish up the set we're working on and go over next meeting and a few
other things. Fundraiser this, community support that. Just boring crap. And
as we're leaving I don't know how it happens but I just spit out as Shane
walks past. "Hey dude, I was having trouble with the new technique. Got any
time to help me with it?"

Shane looks back at me, slightly shocked. This is, in both his and my
memory, the first time that I not only spoke to him but spoke period. I've
never talked during the meetings/practices nor in the locker room or shower.
NEVER. And then he smiles. I get ready for it. I just know he's gonna laugh
or say something that basically boils down to, to hell with you. But
instead, "Sure Evan. I'll help you. You know me, anything for the club."
(That's not an exaggeration folks. He once, as a fundraiser, did strip
dancing for all the gay guys in the school. We charged a fair cover and he
managed to be given over two hundred dollars in tips in just ONE show; we
had three shows) He motioned me to follow him. We stopped by one of the rec
center offices and he grabbed a scratch sheet of paper and scribbled an
address. It was an apartment just off campus. "Can you come over tonight?
Say around 8 or 9?"

Not expecting any of this I nodded before saying, "Yeah I can be there at
8." After that we both headed to the locker room and showers. As we showered
I noticed that this was one of those rare times that he was semi-hard. And
damn it, I couldn't help it. I started to stiffen up, and damn quickly too.
I hightailed my ass out of the shower so it didn't show to anyone and made
my way back to my locker. As I changed Shane walked up behind me, slapped my
back, and smiled then went over to his locker and proceeded to get dressed.
Since his locker was on the wall adjacent to mine, he dressed with his back
to me. Can't see his cock very well that way, but his ass was a nice sight
indeed. Perfectly round and (surprisingly) just as tanned as he was (which
was a light gold). I so wished that I could reach out and just grab it. But
it was truly my forbidden fruit.

As he leaves, he got dressed a lot quicker than I did, he turns back and
says, "See you at 8 tonight." I look at my watch and silently curse. It's
only 4. Four agonizing hours to go. I grab my crap and leave. Four more
hours and I'll be working one on one with my personal Adonis. Too bad it'll
only be for kendo practice.

Eight o'clock rolls around and I pull into his complex, grab my practice
sword and walk my happy ass up to his apartment. Lights are on and some
music is playing. Good sign I figure. Ring the doorbell and wait a few
minutes. Finally Shane answers the door... in his boxers! Woah. It takes all
of about 2 seconds for me to bone and from the looks of it, Shane's not in
that much better of a predicament than I am. Looking into each others eyes I
finally say, "Interesting practice clothes. Well, gonna let me in or are we
gonna practice out here?"

Shane smiles (was that a sneaky smile I saw?) and steps to the side. "Come
in. Go ahead and leave your stuff on the couch to your right. I want to show
you around the place first." So we take a grand tour of the apartment. For
those who don't know, a one bedroom apartment is not big. Quite the
opposite, there is very little to see. The tour ends in the back of the
place, in his bedroom. Where there is junk everywhere. An dvd case with no
cover sits open, upside down in the middle of the floor while there is
clothing covering every surface imaginable. From shirts on the desk to jeans
on the bed and even underwear on the bookshelf. "Not much room for
practice," I comment quietly under my breath. And I also begin to wonder,
Shane is the best in the club. He would KNOW that we need more room. So why
invite me here?

Finally it hits me. Or rather Shane does. He knocks me onto the bed and as I
try to sit up he jumps onto me, still only wearing his now greatly tented
underwear. Before I have a chance to ask what the hell is going on he mashes
his lips to mine while grinding his crotch into mine and we fall into a
rather uncomfortable make out embrace. Little while later we disentangle
ourselves and I finally get to ask, "What the hell?"

Shane looks sheepish (?!) and says, "I know you're queer. And I know you've
got the hots for me. I KNOW it. Well you blind dumbass, I've been TRYING to
get you to talk to me or flirt with me for nearly 6 months! Ever since you
joined the club. But NO you wouldn't say anything, you shied away when I
looked at you pleadingly. Nope, YOU wouldn't respond to anything. I'd nearly
given up hope of ever getting you over here. Oh by the way, I'm just as
queer as you."

Damn, I wish Shane had taken my picture then. I know how completely
non-plussed I looked. He had figuratively overturned nearly my entire world
with that mini-speech/lecture. And since I didn't respond quickly enough he
decided that was the moment to make things more interesting. Specifically he
began to strip me. I was wearing a wife-beater a shirt tank top thing. You
know, they sell them in packages of 3 at K-mart. So he just ripped that off.
Or rather, ripped it to shreds. They were still hanging on. With it
sufficiently ripped he began to suck and lick on my chest before he moved to
my pants. Typically I wear blue jeans and a rather forgettable belt. Today
because I expected to be working out, I was wearing sweat pants. So he just
grabbed those at the hips and gave them a tug. That left me in the shredded
and tattered remains of my shirt and a pair of incredibly terribly tented
boxers.

"Ooh, fancy drawers!" Shane joked. It was sorta true though. They were shiny
polyester with dragons and Japanese symbols printed on them. His comment
just made me blush. "It's not fair though. Your shiny boxers make mine look
plain and ordinary. I demand that you strip yours off this minute! he mock
ordered. "Yes sir," I said as sheepishly yet playfully as possible. He may
have started the game, but I'd be a willing participant. So he let me up an
in a flash I was standing there in nothing but a shredded shirt. He began to
advance on me and as he got to me we began to make out again but because he
was being more forceful, we ended up falling onto the bed, again. At that
point we stopped mouth fucking and he moved down to my nether regions and
began to orally service my rock hard prick. Oh, in case you're wondering I
was gifted with nearly 8 inches of hard cock. And he was taking every last
inch down his throat. Oh was I ever in the throes of pleasure as he serviced
my cock. Never had I a better blowjob than that. After a bit he released my
cock from his mouth and throat and began to simply play with it with his
tongue. I think that he knew what was about to happen and wanted to see it
for himself. What happened was while he was tonguing my prick I began to
shoot stream after stream of thick cum. And most of it landed in his hair or
on his face. And he just smiled and smiled. Finally he stood up, with a bit
of a groan and I decided to make my move.

Fast as lightning I got up and spun him around. I shoved him onto the bed
and he looked shocked. He later admitted to me that he thought I wouldn't be
this forceful during our first sex. But I was and I was also very hungry.
For his cock that is. I went down on him. He was still in his boxers so I
started by sucking through his shorts before I teased them off of his hot
body. All he knew at this point was that he was in pleasure heaven and I was
the cause of it. And for the curious, fully erect Shane measure just over 9
inches. And I tried to take it all. It took a few tries but I got each and
every lovely inch down my throat. And as much as I enjoyed it, the moans he
couldn't keep under control told me that he was enjoying it as well. We
continued the fucking of my face for a bit before I pulled off. I pulled him
off the bed and he knew what I wanted. I wanted his nine inches up my almost
virgin ass. I knew it would hurt, and so did he. I didn't give a damn.

So he laid me back onto the bed, gently. He lifted my legs, somehow we both
knew that I didn't want to do it doggy style. And then he positioned his
cock right at the entrance to my hole. I tried to relax. His cock was well
lubed with my spit and my ass wasn't tight as a virgin's. But when he
punched it (at my insistence and request) it hurt like hell. And I screamed
but I urged him on. And he began to fuck me. Long and hard. He varied it
sometimes. And after I had gotten good and loose he began to pull out and
punch in again. Just before he came though I stopped him and asked, in a
raspy breath, "Shoot over my chest." So he complied and pulled his dick out
and he jacked himself like two times before jets of creamy cum began to
spray forth. He made me look like a child with how much he shot in
comparison to me. It went everywhere, but mostly it landed on me. From my
hair to my cock, I was literally covered in creamy white boi cum. I loved
it. It is the best feeling in the world in my opinion, to be covered in the
cum of so hot a boi toi as Shane.

When he finally stopped we glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost
10. What seemed like only a few minutes had somehow escalated to two hours.
We had the whole night ahead of us. And in the end, we made use of it! :)