The Girly Classmate: Episode One

 I was in high school when this happened to me. I was young, a teenager, and terribly horny, like everyone else in the class; the testosterone was just surging inside us.

There were plenty of attractive classmates, and from other classes too—the school was full of hot girls. The only problem was that almost all of them were taken. Unfortunately, for every girl there were at least six guys, so they were snatched up quickly, and since I was much shyer than the others, I couldn’t compete with my peers.

I jerked off more and more at home, increasingly desperate to experience the warm touch of a woman’s body, but as soon as I mustered the courage to ask a girl out, she already belonged to someone else.

Then one day a new classmate joined us; at first I thought it was a girl, but when he introduced himself, he said a boy’s name. It surprised everyone, because his voice was extremely high for a guy, his body was slender, his hair long and black, and his face was cute—if you can say that about a boy’s face.

The only empty seat was next to me, so we became desk mates, and I felt a bit awkward around him, because even his scent was girly—I could have sworn he was wearing women’s perfume.

I couldn’t quite place the whole thing; a strange situation developed, because I started to like this boy, even though I’d never had gay thoughts before. I found men repulsive, masculine features especially—perhaps because I hated my father so much; he was a typical deadbeat who just yelled at my mom all day and then stared at the TV while drinking beer.

This guy was different, almost so girly that you couldn’t see him as a boy, and while the others avoided him and mocked him behind his back, I wanted to get closer, because he was the perfect prey—no one wanted him. Of course, many girls liked him, but he visibly brushed off their advances, so they had no chance with him.

When we already knew each other a bit better and sometimes copied homework from each other, I asked if he’d like to come over, because we could play on the PlayStation—I’d gotten a few new games. He liked the idea and said yes.

That afternoon we met in front of my house, and I was quite surprised by how nicely he’d dressed up for the occasion. Around that time, the so-called “emo style” was becoming popular, which made boys look very girly, and he was wearing something like that, and he’d even put a little makeup under his eyes. Almost no one could have told that the person standing in front of me was a boy.

I invited him into the house; luckily, no one was home, because it would have been pretty awkward to explain the situation to my dad—he would definitely have judged a guy for looking like that.

In my room, I turned on the console, and we started playing Mortal Kombat. I’d practiced a lot, but he still kept beating me.

During a sudden move, he accidentally dropped the joystick from his hand; it fell right next to me, and he apologized and immediately reached for it.

As he reached for the joystick, his thin, girly hand brushed the tip of my cock, and with that, he’d already made some blood rush down there.

We kept playing, but he noticed the bulge in my pants, and it made him smile. He had such a cute, girly aura, and that little smile made his completely smooth face incredibly charming.

All of a sudden he said I should practice a bit against the computer, and he’d like to watch, so I agreed—I had no idea what he was planning.

While I was playing, he started stroking my cock, and I didn’t stop him, because it felt really good. I kept playing as if nothing was happening.

He started pulling down my zipper, and with his thin little fingers he easily slipped inside to my cock, then freed it from there, and my dick stood erect in front of him, uncovered.

We looked at each other for a moment; he grinned, then suddenly shoved his head under the hands holding the joystick and took my cock into his mouth.

He handled my dick very skillfully: he stroked it, slapped it, and meanwhile licked and sucked it.

I couldn’t concentrate on the game—it was impossible to continue—so I put the joystick down on the floor so I could stroke his head, which he really liked.

I moaned loudly as I came in his mouth; then he sat up and spat my cum into his palm. He promised to swallow it next time, but that didn’t really bother me.

There was a brief pause, and then I realized what he’d said: “next time.” Yes, things didn’t end here, and I was very much looking forward to the continuation.