Josh... (Boy X Boy ROMANCE)

PART 1

"Laying silently in the warm bed, our feet touch and his body is warm. I feel somewhat content, but I never can be. I don't know why, but I will always crave more."

It's Friday! Already as a freshman, I've become a homecoming representative and an attendant. Can life get any better? I'm extremely popular, and I have so many friends. I've even seen the manhoods of several of my middle school crushes. You would imagine that after seeing all of your crushes naked glistening body that you would be somewhat content; but I wasn't. Anyhow, the homecoming football game was tonight which meant that I would be the center of attention in everybody's eyes. That said, everyone I knew and still had yet to meet were going to lay their eyes on me. I don't know if you've already noticed, but I am a WHORE for attention.

The game's starting soon so I go and join my friends on the bleachers. Josh, Maryam, Jack, Kyle, Landon. I've always started to get awkward around Landon ever since the 'incident' (See The Sleepover). Regardless, he was different, and he would always be 'more' of a friend. I sat in between Josh and Maryam. No matter what, I always got a certain vibe from Josh; and yet after everything that's happened in my life, I couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad one. See, Josh wasn't hot but, he wasn't ugly either. I shouldn't let these thoughts get into my head. I keep telling myself this but it never really seems to work. I distracted myself from him and started to focus on the game. Maryam had gotten this disgusting shaved ice that was revolting because she put WAY too much cotton candy syrup on it, yet we still laughed and ate it anyway. Maryam and I had been best friends ever since we were both in 8th grade. It was totally fate because we both had zero classes together but somehow became the best of friends.

The game was slowly approaching halftime, and I wanted to see the halftime show, but I decided to freshen up first because I was hot and sweaty. By now, all my friends had dispersed like a school of fish that's been disturbed. I walked into the restrooms, took a handful of water, and splashed it all over my face. This night was perfect, and it was just getting better. I turned off the faucet and stared silently at my features; at my chestnut brown eyes, the luscious pink lips, my long dark eyelashes, and my chiseled nose. As I was about to leave, I started to hear a soft, fast clapping. At first, I thought it was coming from outside, but I began to train my ears to locate it. It was coming from the stall. In my mind, a million things started happening. Was this guy jerking off in a fucking bathroom stall during the Homecoming football game? I could tell he was close to cumming; his breaths were shaky and fast. The gaps in the door were significant, so I slid my fingers in silently and unlocked the door. As soon as I opened the door, the boy gasped in surprise and turned around and came all over me. I stared at the sticky mess all on my shirt. In my anger, I looked up to see who this mysterious boy was and my face drained.