Boys Love Girls And Boys

Chapter 3

I was flooded with fear. I hoped that if I didn't respond, Alex wouldn't do anything. Regardless of what I hoped, he walked over and opened the stall. I sat on the toilet seat in embarrassment. I looked up and there he was. Six feet of solid Alex, staring directly at me. I needed to say something. I stood from the toilet.

"I wasn't spying on you guys! I'm not a pervert, I swear!" I said as quickly as possible. "I was just trying to get changed and then you guys barged in and-" Alex put his finger on my lips to shush me.

"Shh. It's okay," he said so calm it was scary. "I get it. I know. I've been watching you from the bench for a while. You always leave a few minutes before the game ends to change so that you don't have to deal with us. I get it. It's cool," he finished.

I felt so relieved, but still didn't think it was over.

"So," Alex started, "how much did you see?"

"Nothing!" I responded quickly.

"Tell me the truth," he demanded oddly like a big brother.

I sighed and looked down in shame. "Only a little. But," I swallowed, "mostly you."

I looked up and saw a mix of pride, relief, and shyness in his face.

"Oh," Alex replied, "okay then."

He grasped my chin with his thumb and index finger and said,

"Wanna see more?"

My jaw dropped and I felt myself blush. I backed away.

"W-W-What do you mean?" I stuttered.

Without an answer, he reached down for the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his torso, revealing his pecs, arms, and abs. I couldn't help but just gaze.

He grabbed me chin again and whispered, "It's okay, Jorden. I won't bite. Don't be afraid."

"I thought you were straight," I said as I pushed him away.

"I'm bisexual, you nerd. I just recently realized it too. I was just like, 'Hey. Girls are pretty hot. But so are guys'," he replied with a chuckle.

I gave him a confused and unbelieving look. He ignored it and grabbed my hands and put them at his hips. I held them there as he reached for my chin. He lifted my lips to his, then stopped. He looked intensely at my face, and I did at his. He has a cluster of freckles just above his left eyebrow I didn't notice until now. He moved in, but I pushed him away.

"Wait, wait," I interrupted. "That doesn't make any sense. That's not how it works."

"What? What do you mean?" Alex asked.

"You can't just suddenly think, 'Hey, guys are hot too,'" I imitated. "That's just not how it works."

"Well then how does it work? If you're such an expert." He exclaimed.

"I am an expert! I'm gay." I told him, whilst his pecs still resting in the cold, locker room air.

He huffed. "Whatever. Just please explain it to me, great expert," he mocked.

"Okay. It's, uh, it's like, uh," I stuttered.

"Yes?" Alex said.

"Well, it's just not what you said." I answered poorly.

"Oh, really? Is that so?" He mocked again.

"It's just not right! It's like you feel a desire for the other, or both, genders ever since you were born. You don't just one day turn bisexual. You're born with your sexuality. And you really can't change it. Sure, it may take a while to realize it, but not the way you explained it." I yelled.

There was a long pause. You could here the hum of the fluorescent lights that hung from the ceiling as we looked into each other's eyes.

"And it's thick headed idiots like you who are ruining the LGBT community!" I continued.

"So are you saying that you don't believe I'm bi? And what I just did wasn't enough to convince you," Alex asked, in a calm tone.

"Yes! That's exactly what I'm saying! I guess," I answered.

"Well, maybe this will change your mind." He said with a seductive look in his eye.

I gave him a confused look again. He reached for my hips and pulled me with him to a bench in the center of the room. He took his hands to my face and pressed his lips against mine. His tongue explored my mouth as I explored his. I was about to just stop this whole mess now, but I couldn't back away from him. I felt his warmth course through my body like a rollercoaster. Alex's hands drifted over my skinny body until they were on the hem of my shirt, pulling it over by tousled, blond hair. I started to fall backward, so that my back was touching the cold, metal bench. He laid on top of me, our naked torsos touching, still never leaving each other's mouths. 

Soon after, he started to slowly drift lower and lower on my neck, kissing it ever so passionately. His lips made it down to my chest. He looked back up at me a gave me a smile. I couldn't smile back. The euphoria was overwhelming. He lazily kissed a path down to my belt. He unbuckled it and pulled my pants down to my ankles, so that only my underwear (and a distinct bulge) was showing. He kissed the insides my rather large thighs. He worked his way up to the waistband of my underwear. He was about to pull them down, when he stopped. We locked eyes and he shook his head with a smile.

"If you want more, come back here on Saturday. Like we planned. And do you believe me now?" Alex said.

I nodded. He sat up, and so did I. I was dumbstruck with desire and disbelief. We kissed goodbye before he left without another word. He winked just before he was of sight through the door to the field.