The Strongest Type of Bond (BoyxBoy)

I'm so gay.

I looked back down at my schedule. Ugh! I have PE. Although I can play sports, gym isn't exactly something I like. I mean, most of those teachers don't even know how to teach. I said my goodbyes to a girl named Olivia I met whose nice and really talkative. I needed someone who could fill in the silences that I had. I spun around to walk into the doors of the gym when she grabbed my arm tightly. Dang, for a small girl like her, I didn't expect for her to have such a strong grip. I looked down at her questionably. She was looking up at me with a amused expression.

"What?" She smiled.

"I can't believe you have PE." My eyebrows furrowed.

"Why not?"

"Well, it's just that you have Mr. Simons as your teacher."

"And...?"

"Good luck, he's an asshole if you get on his bad side." I nodded as she let go of me, walking down the hallway to her next class. I opened the door to the gym, noticing people spread throughout the bleachers. I sat far away from everyone and listened to my iPod. The door slammed and a familiar voice called out to the class.

"Okay class, it looks like we have a new student. Would you mind introducing yourself?" I looked up at the same man who had kissed me this morning. Looking at him, I knew I hadn't imagined the tingles I had felt from him this morning. I blushed.

"I'm Adam." I was surprised he had heard what I said, I could barely hear myself.

"Adam, we are playing soccer right now. You can sit out until you pay for your uniform." I nodded and waited in the gym while everyone else who decided they were dressing out today went into the locker room. It was twelve dollars for a uniform. I got out my wallet and sighed. Looks like I'll be missing lunch for a while. I ran my fingers through my hair. "Adam?" I looked up to find Mr. Simons standing in front of me.

"Yes?"

"Are you having money troubles?" He said in a low voice, which I was thankful for. He looked concerned but I didn't know why he would be, we know nothing about each other.

I said barely above a whisper, "I-I-I...I uh...yes I am. We didn't have much money to spare before my mom...died and now we don't have any..." I didn't know why I was telling him all this. I couldn't look him in the eyes. I looked down at my converses. It was quiet for a while and the whole time I felt him staring at me. Everyone had come into the gym when he finally spoke.

"Come into my office and I'll give you your locker number and combination." I nodded and got up. He spoke louder and to everyone else, "Go ahead and stretch but wait until I get back to do anything." They all grumbled as we walked out of the gym. I followed him silently to his office. When we got there, he closed the door. He brought me into a hug. It should have been awkward, considering I don't know him, but strangely it was comforting. "I'm so sorry." He said this in a tortured voice. I didn't really know what to do. I hugged him back. I don't know why, but I liked being close to him. I haven't been hugged since my mother died and it was nice to know someone cared. Being in his arms felt natural. At that thought I pulled away from him. He looked hurt. I knew I was blushing terribly.

"Thank you, but it isn't your fault." He frowned.

"I could have been there." This guy is confusing. I didn't know why he cared so much but I couldn't help but feel happy that he did.

"It's okay, i-it happened for a reason." He kissed my forehead and pulled back only slightly for his lips to linger near my face. I couldn't stop myself as I reached up and pulled his lips down to mine. He kissed me back enthusiastically. He traced his tongue over my lips. I moaned softly. This was only my second time being kissed, the first time was when he kissed me this morning, so I was surprised when he thrusted his tongue inside my mouth. I gasped and he took the opportunity to taste every corner of my mouth. He pushed me against the wall roughly but also carefully so that he didn't hurt me. He grabbed my wrists and put them above my head. I knew I couldn't move out of his grasp but I didn't want to. He trailed kisses from my lips, down my neck and nipped at a spot. I moaned loudly.

I was already extremely aroused so when he grinded against me, it felt like I had fire racing through my veins instead of blood. I gasped. The feeling foreign to me but I enjoyed it. I grinded against him to and I knew I looked like a clueless virgin, which I was. He didn't seem to care though and grinded harder against me. He abruptly stopped and rested his forehead against mine. I felt unsatisfied as he didn't make any further moves. He let go of my wrists and took a few steps away from me. I whimpered. Did he not want me anymore? It was silent for a few moments, except for my heavy breathing. He finally spoke.

"It's not you. I'd really love to continue, but I know if I did, I wouldn't be able to stop. We have to get to class..." I nodded, knowing I was blushing like crazy. He gave me all the stuff I needed for gym.

The whole class period, I was sitting out watching him... I know, it's sounds stalkerish, but I couldn't help it. He looked so sexy at whatever he was doing. Whether he was praising a student for good work or yelling at them in a disappointed tone, he was still sexy. By the end of class, I knew one thing for sure: I'm so gay.