Lust or Love?

Author Notes: Everyone's 18. Everyone's a senior. Also, a lot of this has happened to me, but the names are changed. Just a little sidenote...

Hello. My name is William. Will for short. I don't like the name Bill, it has nothing to do with the name William, so Will is what I am called.

For a while, me and my gal, Tiffany, or Tiff, have been going steady. I sort of caught her on the rebound, after Zach broke up with her, but who cares about that. Besides the rows of other gossiping females.

Ah, yes, Zach. Senior as well. Thin. Black hair. Beautiful. Well, so I think now, anyways. Strange thing was, Tiff apparently turned him gay.

Tiffany has long red-ish, blond hair. She's gorgeous, with baby blue eyes and everything. Her chest wasn't exacitally hot-air baloon size, but it certainly wasn't flat. Trust me. It wasn't.

This starts in Physical Education. My school, Lincoln, forces all of us to take it. Being the chubby, nerdy, funny type of person, I hated it. Always pure hell.

Back to the story. It all started with one thing: Deoderant. I brought mine. I used it. Someone took it. Lock needed, of course, so I brought one.

And, my brain shut itself off. I left my key in my jeans. I locked my locker. Bam. The end. No more. Well, I didn't tell anyone, except for Coach after the period.

We played kickball. It was too windy, so we went inside and played dodgeball. Got hit a lot. Oh, well, what are you going to do?

After class, I asked if I could go to the office and get the janitor lady. With her big, gigantic pliars, she was like a crusader marching into battle. But someone was inside of the locker room, and running water was going.

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Alright. A little back info here. Despite having a beautiful lady, I must go back to Zach. The thin one. So fucking gorgeous. He had a beautiful bulge nestled in the crotch of his wonderfully tight pants.

I've been staring at him unconciously. I was having...Thoughts. I was afraid that I was turning gay, so I didn't tell anyone, lest I dwell on it longer. But I couldn't stop thinking about his rock hard cock pumping in and out of my hot, wet mouth...Well get to that later. 

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Alrighty. So I was seeing who was in there. I agreed to take the pliars in, use them, and take them back to her. She was a female. Couldn't really charge into a naked pool of testosterone, could she?

So I twisted off the lock and brought the pliars back. She walked off, saying to get a pass from the office. I nodded and went back in. 

Water still going, I opened my locker, assuming that some moron had left the water run. Nobody showered after Phys Ed, and it was too early in the afternoon for practices to start.

But the water stopped as my shirt was going over me. Out of the corner of my eye, it looked as though a man was wearing a tan-and-brown striped swimming suit. I glanced up to see who it was, and had to think of naked congresswomen to keep my erection down.

Akin. Pronounced, Aw-Kin. Beautiful name, Akin. Beautiful man, Akin. He looked back. He was tan, but not too dark. Muscular, but not the discusting kind. He was the idol of every woman and the envy of every man.

And his cock was hanging meerly a few yards away. It was gorgeous. As though a firehose was taped to a large, black board, and hung on its side. A black circle, with a huge pipe leading off of it.

I turned my head back quickly. Oh, god, oh, god. He stepped into out of the shower, which was next to my row of lockers. I heard a scraping-sounding noise, and I turned slightly to see him using a large white towel to dry off. I quickly put my pants on, trying not to get hard, before putting on my hoodie and picking up my bag.

I turned. He was standing in full glory infront of my row of lockers. And I think you know what I mean by that.

feet spread, arms crossed, pecs heaving, cock ridgid and quivering, balls dangling. "Hey, Will," he said, "you're gonna be late.

I shook my head. "Nope, Akin. Office is writing me p-pass." My voice quivered as I looked at him. Grinning. He had black hair, which was dyed white. His eyes were...gorgeous. And his teeth were perfect. Straight, white, and shining.

"Oh. Me too. Means we can sit and talk for a bit." My mind drew a blank. Why? Did I even have any classes with him? No...

"About what?" Akin grinned, "About how to get my cum off of your hoodie. Now get your mouth over here." I blinked. I couldn't take it any more.

Almost jumping, I landed next to him, and kneeled. My eyes looked over its beauty. I licked it on the underside. It twitched! I licked it again. It was twitching more. I then grabbed his ass...Oh god, how long have I wanted to do that...and thrust his entire member into my mouth. He groaned.

"Fuck, dude, you've done this be- before." That was all that he said. He grunted in his deep, seductive voice. After about fifteen miniutes of this, he threw his headback and let forth a very large grunt. As if he was in pain.

But he wasn't. I felt his cock grow as it fired his warm cum into my mouth. I swallowed every bite. "Fuck, dude. You're one awesome queer. Don't worry, your secret is safe."

I stood. "I-I'm not a que-" I stopped my sentance as I found myself licking sticky cum off of my fingers.

"Thanks" I turned and left, popping mint gum in my mouth.

Now at this point, I'd like to say that I wasn't just accepting what I had done. I was wondering if I should try to win Zach over, to break up with Tiff, or to just give Akin the fucking of a life time.

I could, too. Not to brag, but I had a pretty nice cock, myself. Unfortunatley, I didn't have Akin's hair, eyes, muscles, abs, teeth, hair...I'm getting myself off. I'll get back on track.

I went to Study Hall very late. By the time I got there, it was halfway over. Oh, well. No matter. The bell finally rang, and I drove home.

Nothing happened that night. I played Diablo II a bunch on the computer, and I beat off a couple...hundred...times to the thought of Akin naked.

Next day, however, it was a different story. I sat next to Zach in math. New month, new seats. My eyes ventured all over his back when he was turned. I longed to see that back bare. And with my hands on the shoulders, but I knew that was too much.

I saw Akin later. Lunch. In line. He turned to me and a twinkle was in his eye. He went from me to the bathroom. I left the line and went to the bathroom.

"Now, I can't have you suck me, because someone could walk in here and see us. I know you want at least something, though." My eyes pleaded yes.

"Heh. Alright. Take it. Make me cum. Moment we hear footsteps, you turn to the sinks, I go for the urinals." I placed his hard cock in my hand. I stroke it. I pumped it up and down. Like a bike pump.

Pretty soon, we heard footsteps, and some freshman walked in. When he was done, we turned back.

"Why're you soft?" I looked at him. He shrugged. "I needed something to do while I was facing the wall. Sorry, man."

I sighed, turning to leave. Until he stepped forward and jammed both of his muscular hands into my pants, stroking my hot member. I moaned as he took it out, and pumped it just like I had done his. He placed his mouth on my dick.

I could have died then and been happy. His warm, soft lips went up and down on my rock hard cock. I moaned, before cumming into his mouth.

"Damn, Will. What do you feed that thing?" I blushed slightly. He left, me supposed to have left for a little bit.

Zach walked in. He turned to me. "Does it smell like spunk in here?" I blinked. "What does spunk smell like?"

Zach chuckeled. "You know. Even if you haven't jacked off, you'd still smell the bed sheets. Sounds like you're trying to cover something up." He blinked. I blinked. Shit.

He laughed. "Just kiddin', all kinds of spunk smell different. Err.." I patted him on the back. "No need to clear that up. You have a right to smell other people's spunk." He laughed. I walked out, followed by him a minute after.

Tiffany. I had to break up with her. I couldn't live like this. We went on a date, she sent me signals. I didn't respond. Even when she "Tripped" onto me, pressing her breasts into my arm. Nope. Nothing. My dick was limper than a dead fish.

So I did it. "Tiffany, I'm gay." Simple as that. Well, I of course turned into one of the new 'classroom queers', but who gives a flying fuck.

Akin, Zach, and Will. A strange love triangle, being not a single girl in there. Oh well. It was solved later. Akin moved. Kentucky. Far from our small Nebraskan town.

Leaving me and Zach. I asked him out. He said yes. We dated. Third date, we went into his bedroom.

It had been four months, and Akin encouraged me to work out before he moved. So I did, in his absense. I built up a pretty good body. Nothing like his. But I had biceps, abs, pecs, the whole lot. They weren't pulsating because they were so huge, like his, but oh well.

Zach and me would look strange. Two skinny men. One skinny man absolutley gorgeous, the other harpooning him with his rock hard cock in the ass.

In and out. It felt so good, just like Tiffany did. But Zach was tigheter. I thought that this entire gay thing was awesome until he brandished his cock.

Gigantic couldn't cover it. The bulge wasn't fake. In fact, his jeans seemed to lessen what it should be. Thick, long, and beautiful. And it was inside me.

We graduated, class of '05. Zach and I still keep in touch, and are dating. Akin and I talk on the internet. In fact, his IM box is opened right now. We don't talk about the few encounters that we had. Occasionally, however, he'd 'accidently' forget his clothing. Just like when we first met.

He came back once, and Zach and I met up to talk. orgy, of course. My cock in Zach, Zach's cock in Aiden's mouth, and Aiden's cock in Zach's mouth. Then we'd switch.

Cum after cum after cum. Beautiful cock firing off what would appear to be white silly string over and over again the entire night.

Tiffany and I lost connection. Rumor was that she changed her name to Trish. Oh well. And now, my highschool story is done. I like this site. I just thought that you should know us.

Meanwhile, Akin's IM box just switched to webcam. I'd better get going, lest I miss the show.

Goodbye.