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Reliving the Past - 1
by The_Nostalgic (thenostalgic@rocketmail.com)
***
While the following is a truthful recreation of my
life story, the names have been changed to protect
those involved. Some dialogue is recreated for story's
sake (some of this was a decade ago and I can't
remember every little detail of what was said) but
nothing has been exaggerated for the sake of cheap
thrills. While I've not been the sexual conqueror that
every man dreams, I've had my fair share of
encounters. These are what I share with you. (mf-
teens, youths, 1st)
***
Chapter 1: My First Time, occurs my senior year of
high school.
My story begins in my senior year of high school, from
fall 2000-summer 2001. Perhaps the bane of my
existence. I was about as popular as anchovies on
pizza. Sure, there were some people who liked me, but
the vast majority of the world would sooner drink
paint thinner than be friends with me. I was far from
the top end of the totem pole, which revolved around
the basketball players and cheerleaders.
It also didn't help that I was a walking pencil of a
kid at 16; long arms and legs with no meat on my
bones. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't the smallest
or skinniest kid in my class, but I'd say my physical
stature was around 30%.
It didn't help that I was one of the youngest in my
class, so I probably should have been in 11th when I
was in 12th, but birthdays decide the cutoff date for
kindergarten classes and I was on the tail end of
getting in that year so I was stuck with it for the
rest of my educational career. I suppose I should also
mention I have black hair, green eyes, and white skin.
Worse still, I was too smart for my own good. I was in
the advanced placement classes, which bored me.
I wasn't finding any challenge presented to me in
school work (except in math... I've never been good
with math) so my mind was always drifting to other
things. Of course, we all know what a teenage boy with
free time has on his mind: Sex. My problem was that
since I really had no mental stimulation, it ended up
being on my mind about 90% of the time (with video
games the other 10%). To top it off, the closest I'd
been to having sex was a vast collection of porn
pilfered from my father's stash.
So here I was, young, skinny, and frustrated. If that
whole emo-boy craze (skinny, black-haired white kids)
had only been eight years earlier, I'd have been a
pussy magnet. Unfortunately for me, such was not the
case. Even so, I was a generally nice person and it
scored me the friend zone with a handful of girls.
None who would go hand out with me after school or
anything, but some that would talk to me and hang out
in class with.
Now I know what you're getting at; I'm only two
paragraphs in and there's no sign of me getting
laid... Well, you're right. So far, high school sex
for me was the equivalent of looking for water in the
desert... There wasn't any. So going into my senior
year of high school, I was more than determined to see
that would change. I was so frustrated (and convinced
I was smart enough to pull it off) that I'd have
considered rape.
Thankfully, I was about as strong as a kid on
chemotherapy, so I wasn't about to force anybody into
anything physically. No, if I was going to get some,
it would be through the one thing I had going for me:
my mind. Or so I thought.
Now don't ask me why, but our high school was divided
into trimesters and they made you take gym twice. Once
in ninth grade (perhaps to scout potential basketball
players) and once in senior year. You can guess how
thrilled I was to be taking gym with other boys who
were much more physically developed than myself...
Thankfully, I wasn't the scrawniest so I managed to
avoid the majority of the scorn brought by the
bullies. Still, they forced us to wear school-logo
(read: school-assigned / distributed) t-shirts and
shorts. The shirts weren't too bad; white with red
lettering. The shorts on the other hand...
Well, let me interrupt for a second to say that I have
never found a pair of pants in my life that fit.
They're either the right size in the waist but too
short or long enough but made for someone about 8
sizes larger in the waist. So, it was either wear
short shorts or extra baggy ones... If I'd had my
choice, I'd have chosen the latter. No such luck;
short shorts assigned for me (based on my waist
measurement, I'm sure).
None of my friends had made into gym with me (they
were lucky enough to have it as the last class of the
day; I was stuck with it as the first because band was
always a final period class... more on that later.) so
I was essentially stuck with a bunch of acquaintances
for gym. Every day, the same crap... Wake up, go to
school, take gym first thing in the morning. Talk
about a nightmare for a guy who stayed up all night
playing video games who got five hours of sleep on a
good night.
I think you get the picture. Well, one day while we
were waiting for class to begin, I got approached by
one of the girls. (Yes, we had coed gym classes). Her
name was Amber. I'll be omitting the last name because
it's not relevant. Anyways, Amber was a solid 7/10.
She didn't have the supermodel-esque physique that
some of the girls had, but she wasn't heavy in the
slightest. She was 17, blonde, a cheerleader, and a
solid B-cup who was prone to not wearing a bra during
gym... Which she could get away with, much to the
boys' delight.
I personally had the luck of having her spot me during
weight-lifting. She stood close enough that her shirt
had drifted away from her flat stomach and I'd had a
great show of bra-less under-boob. If that doesn't
give you motivation to lift weights for as long as you
can, nothing will.
I'd always suspected that she'd done it on purpose,
because after I'd settled the barbell and Zach started
to lay down for his turn, Amber said she wasn't going
to spot him because she didn't want him looking up her
shirt. We'd talked some, but weren't really what
anyone would consider friends. More acquaintances than
anything. But back to the story at hand. Amber had
approached me while everyone was in their little
groups chatting and I was standing alone, trying not
to think about railing my cock into half the girls in
gym with their tight shirts. My raging hard-on was
proof of my inability to succeed with such a task.
"Hey Tom."
"Oh- Hey... what's up?"
"Nothing much. I was just wondering why you always
wore your shorts so high up? You always have them up
around your stomach it seems"
Wow... talk about awkward. Hardly the conversation
piece that I was expecting, and something that I'd
already been stressing over all trimester.
"They sit on my waist... They're just look higher
because I'm skinny so they're short."
Which wasn't entirely true either. I was wearing my
shorts a little higher, but that's because I was
afraid of my boner sticking out the top of them. If I
wore pants around my waist where they should be, I'd
be showing the world the top of my penis every time I
got an erection. I guess I lied earlier when I said
the one thing I had going for me was my mind. I'd been
blessed with an 8-inch cock since freshman year. I
guess my body had been so busy growing downstairs that
it'd forgotten to give me the awesome biceps, ripped
abs, etc. that I needed to score the ladies.
"Well why don't you just pull them down a little so
they ride lower?"
And it's right about here that I about had a heart
attack. As she said this, Amber leaned over and tugged
lightly at the bottom of my shorts, putting her face
right around my belly-button... Where the head of my
throbbing hard-on was now peeking out from atop my
shorts. So there I was with the top of my cock
sticking out the top of my shorts, and Amber's face at
crotch level looking right at it. I quickly pulled my
shorts back up as she stood back up. I'm sure my face
was as pale as a ghost as I looked around to see if
anyone else had noticed, thankfully, I wasn't popular
so nobody was paying any attention my way.
"I-I- just... like them where they are," I stammered,
unsure of what to do. I was sure she was going to
freak out that my exposed cock had been within inches
of her face.
Amber just smiled sweetly.
"Alright. Just trying to make you not look like a
nerd."
And with that, she spun and walked back over to her
friends. My mind was racing with what-ifs and if
anyone else had seen for what seemed like an eternity.
Minutes later, I saw Amber whispering to get friends
and girlish giggles. Man, talk about a self-esteem
killer. I thought to myself that I must have a tiny
dick for them to be laughing about it. In all
fairness, the only other ones I'd seen had been in
porn, and those guys could use theirs as fishing
rods... Looking back, I realize how little I knew at
the time.
I wanted to go crawl into my locker and die. Instead,
we had to go outside to run a mile on the track before
coming back inside for weight lifting. I slugged my
way through the mile-run that we had to do, coming in
last with my slowest time of the year instead of
third/fourth like usual. Thankfully, our school had
about the most lax teaching possible, and the teacher
and other students had already made their way back
inside from the outside track.
I walked back as slowly as I could deem reasonable. I
realized that the gym teacher would be in his office
instead of watching the kids and that it'd be okay if
I took my leisurely time coming back inside on the
warm fall morning. Just as I walked back through the
gym doors, if felt like I'd been punched in the chest.
Amber was sitting on the stairs that led to the upper
gym, smile on her face as I walked through the door.
Gods, she'd been waiting for me. She was probably
going to blackmail me into doing her homework for the
rest of the year or she'd tell the teacher about our
incident; except I'm sure she'd say I'd exposed myself
to her. Oh, this wasn't going to be good at all.
"Hey there."
"Hey."
"How about we go upstairs and talk for a second?"
"We really should get back to class."
"Don't be like that. Come on."
She rose and brushed the dirt off her butt, walking
slowly up the stairs. My eyes flickered nervously
between the hallway to the gym floor and the stairwell
where she sat. Reluctantly, I followed her up the
stairs. What else could I do? I followed her up the
two flights of stairs to the upper gym, where they had
the upper bleachers and kept the equipment. Everything
from padded mats to locked bins full of dodge-balls,
basketballs, etc. sat in a cluttered mess down the
dark hallway.
Amber hadn't said a thing, and I was dreading where
this was going because she'd asked to come upstairs to
talk. When we were half way down the storage area she
stopped and turned around to face me. I looked at her
in the dim lighting, her lovely face eyeing me with
what I assumed was evil intent. The silence was
absolute. I leaned against the wall, swallowing hard.
I felt like someone was
"So..."
Before I could say another word, Amber knelt and
pulled my shorts down around my knees, my limp cock
hanging openly in front of her.
"What are you doing?"
I panicked, reaching to pull my shorts up, but she
pushed my hands aside. Her gaze was locked intently on
my cock. Slowly, her hand wrapped around my semi-limp
dick and squeezed it before she started rubbing it up
and down.
"Listen, we really should get back to class. What if
someone comes up here?"
"Nobody comes up here except to do what we're doing."
The certainty in her voice reassured me enough that I
calmed down enough to realize what was happening.
Amber, a hot blonde girl, was on her knees jerking on
my slowly hardening dick. This couldn't be reality,
and even if it was, there was no way this was
happening to me. My cock stiffened to life quickly
enough and my mind reeled in the realization that I
wasn't the one pulling on my dick for a change.
Her hand worked its way up and down my cock while the
other rubbed at my balls, giving me my first real hand
job. "Oh my god," I murmured, my head slowly drifted
back as all thoughts of getting caught slipped from my
mind. And then it abruptly stopped. My eyes snapped
back to her to see what was wrong. Were we caught? A
rapid glance to the stairwell confirmed that wasn't
the case.
Amber stood and pressed herself against my chest, her
hand still tightly wrapped around my cock. I was
trapped between a wall and some tits.
"So here's the deal. My parents promised me a trip to
Europe when I graduate. Problem is, I'm not passing
chemistry. You're smart at it, so if you help me, I'll
help you."
I figured this was blackmail, but my brain was
functioning downstairs.
"What'd you have in mind?"
"You're a virgin, right? We can fix that." She
whispered, leaning in closer.
"Right now?" I managed in disbelief, throat was as dry
as the desert. By now my cock was fully aware of the
situation and was throbbing rock hard in her hand.
She laughed and stepped backwards away from me. Her
hands crossed her midsection, fingers ensnaring the
bottom of her shirt to lift it up over her head and
reveal her bare breasts. My heart was pounding in my
throat; I couldn't breathe, let alone believe what I
was seeing. Her small B-cup tits bounced slightly as
she brought her arms down and dropped her shirt on the
floor. She spun lightly on her feet, turning her bare
back towards me before bending over at the waist and
pulling her shorts and underwear to her ankles.
Her bare ass was small and firm, and as tan as the
rest of her body. She must not wear anything while
tanning. I watched as she struggled to get them off
over one of her gym sneakers, my cock aching in
anticipation of what was to come. Taking a few steps,
she knelt on one of the gymnastic mats and beckoned me
over with a finger like the succubus she was. I obeyed
quickly with short, scooting steps, my shorts around
my ankles. I pulled my shirt off quickly, tossing it
down beside her.
She lay back as I approached, her smooth legs parting
to reveal her shaved sex. I knelt between her feet, my
hands moving to the padded mat by her shoulders to
support my weight as I hovered above her. Her hand
reached between us, guiding my rigid cock towards her
wet sex. Nervously I thrust forward, but she shifted
her legs and pressed her hand against my hips to
prevent more than just the tip going inside.
"Not so fast!" She whispered angrily.
I stopped, worried for a second I'd done something
wrong. "Wha-"
She cut me off abruptly. "You're going to do all my
chemistry for the rest of the year... and you can't
tell ANYONE about this."
"Yeah! Of course!" I hastily agreed. I would've agreed
to anything at this point.
She slowly pulled her legs up, allowing me better
access to thrust towards her.. Which I did as quickly
as I could.
She stopped me quickly by shifting her legs again and
hissed at me. "Just sit still a second."
Mentally I scolded myself for my inexperience... After
all, my only experience was what I'd seen in porn.
Slowly she moved her hips up against me, pushing me
deeper in and out of her, getting my cock wetter and
wetter until she was comfortably taking nearly my
entire length into her. All the while, her eyes were
tightly closed, her mouth open and trembling as she
took deep breaths. By now, I could no longer simply
stand still and started pushing back against her. Her
legs wrapped around my waist, pulling against me.
Before I knew it, my chest was heaving and I was
laying on my forearms, our naked bodies mashed against
each other.
I leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her head,
burying it in my shoulder. I thrust as best I could,
losing the rhythm time and again in my inexperience,
but she compensated and kept it going. I knew I
wouldn't last much longer; it'd only been a few
minutes, but this was a billion times better than
jerking myself off.
I slammed my hips down against her, my full length
going deep inside her causing an audible yelp from
Amber. Her hands clawed violently down my back as she
sunk her teeth into my shoulder. I winced, trying to
keep going, but she twisted under me, forcing my cock
from the depths of her sex. Perhaps I was too close
already, perhaps it was the sudden feeling of the cold
air on my wet cock, but I came. All over her stomach,
crotch, and thighs.
Her hands pushed against my shoulders and I managed to
sit back on my feet, kneeling in front of her. My cock
was still dripping cum and I could feel her wetness on
it as it slid down against my leg. Looking before me,
I saw Amber was panting heavily, soaked in sweat, her
lower body covered in cum.
We stayed that way for a minute, both catching our
breaths.
Finally, she moved, sitting up and surveying what I'd
done to her.
"Damn it," she hissed, reaching for my shirt on the
floor beside her to wipe off her stomach and between
her legs. Clean as she could get, she tossed it aside
and started pulling her shorts back over her shoe and
up her legs.
I sat there, watching her, reeling in my first post-
virgin orgasm, until she got up and put her shirt on.
I made my way back to my feet and pulled my pants up,
wiping my cock on my gym shirt.
"Don't forget our deal." And with that, she took off
walking down the hallway towards the girls' locker
room.
I made my way quickly back to the boys locker room. I
quickly washed myself off at the sink and managed to
hide my cum-covered shirt and boxers in my gym bag,
changing back into my school clothes just before the
rest of my classmates came in to change. The rest of
my school day was spent reliving the morning over and
over again in my mind. I dare not tell my friends, and
I knew they'd never believe me anyways.
But that wasn't the end of things between myself and
Amber.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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