The Hottest Guy in School (Patreon)

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Let me start by saying this was never my intention. I didn't think I'd get to this point, not now, not ever. It was absurd. It was crazy, insane, ridiculous, but it was happening, and now it was too late to do anything about it. The question was, did I even want to do anything about it?

I'll rewind a little. In fact, I'll rewind a lot, because to understand how we got to here, you'll need a bit of background.

I had a pretty standard childhood, and a slightly less standard time during my teenage years. I'm not going to bore anybody with some corny backstory, the fact of the matter is that I'm gay, and no, it was never a big deal.

My parents were great and other than a few assholes in high school, nobody had ever really been too bothered about the whole thing, and why would they be? It's the twenty-first century!

My closest friend in the world was your typical token gay. Kai was flamboyant, sarcastic and fabulous, but this story isn't about him, though he did have a pretty big part to play. This story is about Ethan Russell.

Ethan looked exactly how you'd expect a guy called Ethan to look. He played on the football team, of course, and in doing so, had the interest of almost every student in the school. He was ridiculously hot. I'm talking stupid hot. He was tall and rugged, his shoulders were broad and strong, and his ass... Holy shit, his ass.

Naturally, every chick in the entire city had their sights set on Ethan. Not only was he the star of the school football team. Not only had he already been offered a full scholarship to continue it in college. Not only was he annoyingly hot, but he was freaking loaded.

Rumour had it that his dad owned some big Hollywood production company, and nobody had any reason to doubt it. Ethan was so god damn immaculate that I was convinced he had a personal stylist to prepare him for school every day. FUCK, he was hot.

Anyway, people like Kai and I could only dream of ever even being noticed by someone like Ethan Russell. For one, neither of us had giant tits and a vagina, and two, Ethan was the straightest guy I'd ever known... Or known of, anyway.

"I need him to destroy my ovaries" Kai groaned as we watched him drive from the school parking lot with one muscular arm hanging over the door of his Audi convertible.

"Maybe with a wig and some makeup" I shrugged, and Kai groaned again.

"It's not fair" he said, as we unlocked our bicycles from the rack, "how can someone be blessed with the looks and the money!"

I shrugged.

He was right. It was a difficult pill to swallow, but that was life and there wasn't much that either of us could do about it. As we cycled home, I found myself thinking more and more about the handsome football player and what it must be like to be so perfect.

"I've got an entire bottle of vodka with our names on it" he told me as we reached the turn toward his house, "how about you come over later and we can par-tay!"

"How did you get an entire bottle of vodka?" I asked, cocking a brow, considering both of us were eighteen.

"My sister bought it" he shrugged, "but she was being a bitch this morning, so now it's mine".

I sniggered as Kai cycled away.

"See you tonight, asshole" he called back and I returned home.

Friday nights had gotten a bit dull over the last few years. We were too young to go out partying and too old to do pretty much anything else. Occasionally, Kai managed to steal some alcohol, and tonight was one of those occasions. I arrived at his for eight.

"My parents are gone out" he said, "my sister is probably sucking dick somewhere".

I followed him up to his bedroom and we began our evening of chatting, drinking and eventually having those deep meaningful conversations that only happen when you're drunk.

"Okay, okay, enough about me" Kai hiccuped after explaining his most bizarre fetish, "if you could fuck one person on the entire planet, but you could only fuck them for the rest of your life, who would it be and why?"

I didn't even have to think about it. Nor would Kai have had to think about it if the question was posed to him.

"Ethan Russell, of course" I scoffed, and gulped a fiery mouthful of vodka.

"You're such a hoe" he waved, and I smirked.

"You should text him" he added, and I laughed loudly.

"Yeah right, and say what? Hey Ethan, I'm that quiet gay kid who secretly jerks..." My voice trailed off as Kai gawped.

"You dirty dog!" He laughed, slapping my arm.

"I'm kidding!" I lied, angry at the alcohol for forcing me to confess my sins.

"My ass you are. Do it, text him".

"I'm not texting Ethan Russell!" I laughed, "he doesn't even know who I am!"

Kai grabbed his phone and began to tap the screen frantically.

"Here" he said, "take his number"

"How do you have his number?"

"Um, I'm gay and I have an insatiable secret crush on him, how do you not have his number?"

"I'm not texting him" I said and Kai sighed and threw his phone on the bed.

"He could be into you" he shrugged, "you won't know unless you try".

"Into me?" I smirked, "I wish. Plus, he's straight".

"He says he's straight. How many straight guys secretly like a bit of dick every now and again?"

"Probably not many" I laughed.

We dropped the subject, but that wasn't the last time we spoke about Ethan that night. As the bottle of vodka drained, our confidence increased until finally Kai sat up.

"I bet you can't get him to kiss you" he said, and I lowered my brow and agreed.

"Yeah, I bet you're right".

"Oh come on you gigantic pussy!" He groaned, "just try!"

"Why don't you try?! You like him, too!"

Kai flicked his wrist and looked away.

"A big, sweaty, rude jock?" He scoffed, "yeah he's hot, but this queen needs a king, not a football player".

I laughed, but Kai persisted.

"You have until the end of the year" he pressed.

"And what do I get if I do it?"

"Um... A fucking kiss from the hottest guy on the planet!"

I couldn't argue with that. "Fine then" I said, but I knew as well as he did that the likelihood of being successful in my secret mission was zero. A big, fat, fucking zero.

By Monday morning, I'd all but forgotten the mission. We'd been drunk, and very rarely did drunk decisions make for good ideas. I didn't even think about it as I arrived to school, until Kai rushed me at the door.

"So, what's your plan?" He asked excitedly, and I gawped at him.

"Plan?"

"Yes, your plan?! How are you going to get his attention?"

"Oh" I mumbled, "I uh... I don't know, I'll say hi or something".

"Hi? What are you, six? You need to make yourself fuckable, Corey!" Kai grabbed my ass and seemingly tried to lift it. I pushed him away.

"I've got this, okay?" I lied, and the bell rang as we headed to our classes.

The more I thought about it, the funnier it began to sound. I knew I had absolutely no chance of winning the bet, but what was the harm in trying? If nothing else, it would give us something to laugh about the next time Kai stole a bottle of vodka from his sister.

It wasn't until lunch time when I ran into Ethan. Literally.

"I'm really sorry!" I groaned as I ploughed into him leaving my math class. The bottle of water that he'd been holding had now exploded over the two of us, and Ethan didn't look happy.

"God damn it" he growled, pulling his white football jersey away from his muscular body.

He turned and walked toward the toilets, and considering that I, too, was soaked, I followed him. Suddenly the idea of trying to somehow seduce this very large, very hot, very straight young man was more terrifying than I had expected. I decided to abort the mission there and then.

"You gotta watch where you're going, bro" he mumbled, and my eyes widened as Ethan peeled off the wet shirt and stood topless before me.

"I... I um... I... Yeah"

He barely acknowledged me. He rolled up the jersey and used it to wipe the moisture from his absurdly beautiful pecks. His body looked like it had been carved by gods.

"Are you wet?" He asked, and the question created butterflies in my stomach.

"Oh... My shirt... I um... Yeah... I'm wet". I cringed. He cocked a brow.

I couldn't help it. My eyes seemed to have gotten stuck on his body, and no matter what I did, I couldn't take them off him.

"Are you good, bro?" He asked, staring at me.

I nodded.

"Right"

Jesus, the one time I managed to speak to the guy and now I was acting like a complete fucking freak show!

"So wet" I drooled, as though my mouth had disassociated from my brain.

"Yo Ethan!" Someone roared from outside the restrooms, "practice in ten, bro!"

Ethan looked at himself in the mirror and gasped. Finally, I was able to pry my eyeballs from him.

"Fuck" he hissed, a look of pain on his perfect face.

My voice was shaky and nervous, but I still managed the sentence. "What is it?"

"No clue" he groaned, dropping his left hand over his right shoulder and trying to rub his shoulder blade. "Think I pulled something in my last game".

I could see the small patch of redness just below where his fingertips could reach. It appeared to be the only blemish on the entirety of his body.

"I could um... I mean... I can see where it is" I gulped, and I waited for him to kick me in the face or call me some hurtful slur, but Ethan seemed relieved.

"Awh, could you, man?" He sighed, "it's been killing me all weekend!"

I couldn't believe my luck. Sure, we weren't getting married, but this was the next best thing! All I had to do now was not fuck it up.

I reached for his powerful looking body. My palms were already sweaty, my heart felt like it would explode from my chest, and I had absolutely no idea what the fuck I was going to do once I reached him.

I felt the heat from his body. My fingertips brushed across his smooth, tanned skin, and my mouth had become so dry that my tongue was stuck to the roof of it. I pushed my thumbs against the painful area, and Ethan sounded as though he had just orgasmed.

"Oh fuck, bro" he groaned, "that feels freaking amazing".

Who was he telling?! I continued massaging his large shoulder, feeling my own body become excited, until he checked his phone.

"Shit, I gotta go or I'll be late" he said, and pulled another jersey from his bag. "Thanks for that, man, I owe you one".

I watched, half in awe and half in disappointment as the beefcake footballer hurried toward the door. Just before he reached it, he turned back to me.

"Yo, what's your name, man?"

I forgot it for a second. I simply gawped at him until my brain kicked into gear again and I spluttered "Corey" at him.

He raised a brow and flashed his beautiful gleaming grin at me.

"You're a funny guy, Corey" he laughed, "see you around".

I forced a laugh back, but Ethan was gone.

"See you around".

Did the entire scenario fuel countless orgasms in the week that followed? Yes. Yes it did. I relived it so many times with various different outcomes that eventually I began to forget what actually happened. When I'd remember that it was in fact, nothing, I'd almost cry.

"Why is he so fucking hot!?" I snapped at Kai as we sat in the canteen.

He slurped at his soup and grinned.

"I think you're in love, Cor" he said to me and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not in love" I sighed, "I just... I just wish I could... I don't know –"

"Suck his dick?" He asked.

"Yes!" I laughed, "I wish I could suck his dick!"

"Whose dick are you sucking?" The voice hit me like a freight train. I'd only heard it properly a few times, but I didn't even have to turn around to know that Ethan fucking Russell was standing behind me.

Kai's expression was one of shock. His mouth fell open as soup dribbled down his chin, and when I turned around, I choked on air.

"Oh... Hi... I um... I meant... I wish I could pluck a chick... You know the um... The chickens, baby chickens, chicks..."

Ethan cocked a brow again. Oh god, he even looked hot when he was confused.

"Right" he nodded, "anyway, I was wondering if you could do that thing for me again, with my shoulder?"

My eyes almost bulged from my skull.

"Yes" I said simply and he laughed.

"Great, come down to the locker rooms after school. There's a massage table in there".

I couldn't reply. I couldn't even breath, I simply watched as the hottest man in the world strolled across the canteen and out the door.

"Did that just happen?" I asked quickly.

"Yes"

"Did he just ask me to–"

"Yes".

"Oh my god".

I'd never been to the football locker rooms before. I had no business in such a manly, masculine place. I trembled like a leaf as I crossed the football field which was now empty and nervously pushed open the doors.

The stench of young man hit me immediately. It was a pleasant smell that I sometimes imagined in the throes of self passion. The air was thick with sweat and deodorant. Each breath filled my lungs with teenage hormones, and I had to adjust my crotch as I walked down the mucky hallway and found myself standing in the middle of chaos.

Naked young men walked freely around the room. Some of them had towels over their shoulders, some had them around their necks, some even had them draped over their heads, but nobody seemed to have them around their waists!

I gawped at cocks of all shapes and sizes. There were big cocks, small cocks, fat cocks and skinny cocks, their were white cocks, brown cocks, black cocks and red cocks! I saw bushes and stubble, smooth and hairless. I saw big balls, small balls, and everything in between.

"Oh hey, Corey!" I heard from the middle of the bustling crowd, "over here!"

My eyes fell on him, and my heart blasted in my chest. He was naked, but unlike everybody else, he kept his large hand covering his manhood. I desperately wished that he didn't, but I walked toward him like a zombie, becoming lost in the crowd of naked men.

"Just through here" Ethan said, pointing toward another door and walking ahead of me so that I had a perfect view of the most amazing ass I had ever seen in my life.

It jiggled with each step he took. It was completely flawless, and now I could think of nothing better than burying my face between his cheeks. I adjusted my throbbing erection again as we entered a much more private room.

It was dark other than a small glimmer of light from the thin window above us. The bed sat in the centre of the small room, and all I could do was stand there as Ethan lifted one of his thick legs up, parting his butt so I got a fleeting glimpse of his most intimate area, and lay down on his stomach.

"Thanks for this, man" he groaned, laying his head flat, "you've got a special touch or something".

I felt somewhat star struck, but I got to work as quickly as I could. I pushed my fingers into his tight shoulder blades and felt him relax and loosen up as I worked his muscles. I had never in my life given a massage, so I was completely winging it.

"Fuck" he moaned, and I was glad he was face down because my pants were now tenting. "You're good at this".

I continued in a trance. All I could do was stare lustfully at his naked backside. It still baffled me how someone could be so perfect, but when Ethan spoke again, I almost came.

"Any chance of a happy ending?" He sniggered into the leather bed.

"Yes" I blurted and he lifted his head up.

"I'm kidding, bro".

"Yeah!" I snapped, "me too".

I cursed to myself. Why did I have to go and make it fucking weird? I continued the massage, but now I knew that Ethan would think I was the world's biggest pervert. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.

Another ten minutes went by before Ethan raised himself up and sighed contently. I stepped back and awaited my marching orders, until the blood drained to my feet as the hunk of amazingness slowly turned his naked body around and lay on his back.

"I heard you talking to your friend" he said, closing his eyes as he relaxed. "So go ahead and pluck my chick".

The words and the action didn't register with me for a moment. All I could do was stare at the beautiful cock that lay across his left thigh. It was exactly what I had imagined it would be. Long, thick, and delicious looking. He had a small splash of shaved pubes, and below his meaty rod, a set of loose, low balls hung.

When I realised what the young man had just said, I almost gasped.

He opened one eye and looked over at me.

"Well?" He smiled, "do you want to?"

I had no response for him. Did I want to? Did I fucking want to?! I simply nodded like a mindless corpse, and slowly approached him again.

He was so confident in himself. He wasn't even remotely bothered by his stark nudity, and honestly, I could see why. He had absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.

I stole another glance at him. Part of me expected the door to burst open and the entire football team to burst into laughter. I reached out my hand, still watching for his reaction, and a moment later I felt his warmth.

He didn't flinch or twitch, he just lay there as I closed my fingers around his thick, flaccid pole. It felt like sparks of electricity were darting up my arm. I had no idea how things had gone from a massage to this, but I certainly wasn't complaining.

I slid back his foreskin to reveal a large, pink cock head, and now I was pouring pre-cum into my underwear.

"A... Are you sure about this?" I asked nervously, barely hearing myself over the beating of my heart.

"Do I look unsure?" He grinned, keeping his eyes closed.

I allowed myself to squeeze him slightly, and watched his large frame as it rose and fell with each deep breath.

My mind was exploding with thoughts, but I needed to relax. I needed to do a good job. I inhaled deeply and slowly began stroking the cock of the sexiest man on the planet.

After a few minutes of jerking him off, his cock remained flaccid. This wasn't good. I needed to up my game or he was almost certainly going to get up and leave. I tried another technique. I wrapped both my hands around his rod and double jerked him. A few minutes later, nothing.

"Sorry" I groaned, but Ethan didn't answer.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

After another few minutes, and with no response from his cock, it was time to pull out the big guns. With one more deep breath, I did something that I had only ever dreamed about before.

I leaned forward, my hands shaking, and ran my tongue across his velvety glans. Ethan shuddered and groaned.

Yes!

Again, all the way around his smooth helmet. I could taste the light saltiness from him, but the young man was so clean I could have eaten my dinner from him. That gave my cock another twitch.

Over and over again I licked Ethan's growing cock as though it was a delicious ice cream. I licked up and down, side to side, back and forth. I licked hard, I licked soft, I tickled his cock with the tip, and then finally I took his erect tool into my mouth and I moaned.

Ethan sniggered and clasped his hands behind his head. He was watching me now, and I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I was under even more pressure to preform now, and boy was I going to preform.

With my hand wrapped around the base of his large shaft, I swirled my tongue around as I plunged down on him. I did everything in my power to suppress my gags, but it was useless. Ethan's cock must have been at least eight inches of pure, stiff meat, and it pushed into the back of my throat and made me choke.

"You don't have to kill yourself, bro" he smiled, still watching, "go at your own pace".

He was kind. Why did he have to be kind and hot. Surely you can only be one!

I slowed down and heard him moan. Yes, yes, this was it. He liked it slow. Slow and deep. Slow and wet. Slow, slow, slow.

I made love to his cock. I ran my tongue gently up the underside until I reached the tip. I pressed my lips against his bulging cock head and kissed it passionately. I felt his frenulum against my bottom lip, and toyed with it as I pleasured him.

Ethan's moans became faster and harder. He was biting his lip now, but his eyes remained firmly on me. His large, dark, hazel eyes.

I took him again. He was wet enough to slide into me with ease. I didn't gag, I looked back at him instead.

I could see it begin. I watched as his face scrunched in concentration. I heard his breaths become sharper and deeper. I could see his fingers close through his hair and then it happened.

Ethan let out a long, low rasp and bucked his hips upwards. I took more of his meat into my mouth, my hand took his heavy balls and I felt them begin to churn. The orgasm rushed through his sweaty, muscular body. He tightened up, groaned and moaned, and then his cock swelled inside me and I received my first thick rope of cum across the back of my tongue.

"Oh fuck!" He grunted, thrusting, "oh Corey!"

Hearing my name coming from his mouth at such a moment made me weak with pleasure. He was filling me with his seed, fucking it into my throat with each explosion. In my hands, his balls crawled and twitched as they emptied themselves, and I continued to swallow everything he gave me.

After six or seven large ribbons of sperm had gushed from his cock, I felt him soften in my mouth, and I watched as the footballer slumped back on the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

His beautiful body was slick with sweat. His eyes were closed again, and as I licked up any of the cum that I'd missed, I heard him laugh breathlessly.

"You know something, Corey?" He said, keeping his eyes closed, "I think that's the best blowjob I've ever had".

I couldn't think of a better compliment. Reluctantly, I let his cock go and wished that the moment could have lasted forever. He stayed in place for a minute before sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge.

"What are you doing Friday night, Corey?" He asked, and in that moment, I could have kissed Kai.