I’m so sorry for this

 I was in my first year of high school and I was a loner. I had started to notice that girls didn't do anything for me, so I was avoiding people in fear of someone finding out and bullying me. I didn't think that I was gay. I just didn't like girls and I had never felt any attraction to a boy. I decided to go to weight-room one day. I'm not overly sporty or anything but I had extra energy so I went. As I was dressing i caught myself in the one full length mirror. I'm average I guess, five foot six, safire blue eyes, raven black hair that shines blue- black in the right light, and not to thin at 154 pounds. No abs but I don't have flab either. I sigh and turn away wishing I could be better looking and date someone. Then I wonder who I would date since I didn't like girls. I was troubling myself and I wanted to get out my energy before they closed up. I pull my shirt over my head and lace up my shoes, and walking out the door, and into the workout area. With a start I realize I'm not alone. Another guy is in the corner lifting weights. He's got to be at least five foot eleven, with bright red hair that must be died, and turquoise color eyes that had a nice big almond shape making him seem like he was innocent and making you want to talk to him. I meekly raised a hand in acknowledgement to him before going to another area and getting on a treadmill. I glance over at him and he smirks at me in a knowing way. I look away quickly confused and keep running. Spacing out I don't realize that he has moved to the treadmill next to me until he speaks.

"What's your name kid?" I jump my attention switching over to him and I stutter my answer. "I-it's Bl-Blue Sh-Shado-w." I choke out, and he laughs quietly and almost respectfully at my voice. He smirks and shakes his head at me before speaking.

"You are super cute." He says earnestly. His voice has a high tenor to it and flows like caramel across your skin. Then I stop picking apart his voice and the realization of what he said hits me. "Wait what?" I ask confused. His face flushes red.

"Oh well it wasn't meant to be weird or anything... It's just that you are cute for a boy." I laugh. "Well I get that a lot- just usually from girls." I look over to him and smile. He smiles back at me and wipes the sweat from his brow using a small towel wrapped around his shoulders. My eyes follow one drop from his hairline to the corner of his mouth. Then suddenly i can't look away from his lips; watching as they form words that hit my ears seconds later.

"That makes sense. Sorry if I scared you by saying that." Mentally I have to drag my thoughts away from his lips and what kissing them would feel like. slowly the claws that latched themselves on those evil thoughts let go and i can give a coherent answer.

"N-no it's fine i wasn't scared i was only surprised. You are just the first guy to say that." My face is flaming and i want to know if he noticed my lapse in normal human behavior. Desperately I glance at him from the corner of my eye trying to gouge how much he saw, only to have him send me a kind close eyed smile. I go to look away only to have my eyes catch on his lips again and how soft and plump they appear to be. Then i think back to how his face formed a smile and began to wonder what kind of face he might make while being pleasured. I dash my eyes to a random area in the room as my face heats up. I run faster to hide the lump forming in my pants. The friction furthers it and my face burns brighter. I want to shower and force it away

 but I'm worried what he might think if i just run out of the room. I see something shining near him and turn out of curiosity. It's my doom, he's smiling and what I saw was the light refracting off of his teeth. My boner throbs but i smile back carefully before turning away. I start to grit my teeth from the pain of not doing anything for myself. I push past it and decide to try my luck at hanging curl-ups i​ n hopes that it would hide the rage in my pants. I walk over resisting the urge to cover myself with my hands. I hook in my feet and hang there for a moment before starting to do the curl-ups. As I did i crushed my member and the pain was excruciating, yet still i attempted to keep an expressionless face. After some time i couldn’t endure anymore so i excused myself and went to get a bottle of water and get in the showers. I take off all of my stuff my except my underwear, the locker room, then wrap a towel around myself before heading into the shower. I hang up my towel, turn on the water and take off my last piece of clothes. I step under the torent and begin to try and relieve myself. Using just my hand and keeping my thoughts clear doesn’t help much so i begin to think of him. I stumble then hold myself up on the wall trying work away at it. Slowly my thoughts spin out of control and I suddenly find myself imagining what it would be like to have him hold me. I fall to my knees and try- for the first time- fingering

myself. I push one in carefully. I hit something deep inside and a gasping moan escapes me. It’s followed by footsteps on the tile. Irrationally i want him to find my like this- before reason comes back to me. I slowly stand up and turn off the water. I slip one arm through the curtain and grab my towel slipping it on. Then i open the curtain only to walk past him. He waved and smirked, almost like he knew what i had been doing. I wave back and blush. After i rush back to the locker room. All of his stuff is right next to mine. As the sound of the water hits my ears i grab his sweat towel and hide in a corner. I let my towel drop to the floor and start to stroke myself with his towel. It’s not enough so i stick my fingers in my mouth and soak them before inserting one inside myself slowly. I push it in further searching for that spot. I hit it and suddenly i’m cumming. My whole body is racked with the shudders. As i catch my breath i hear laughter. I turn to see “Hammer Hank”- he was dubbed that by the upperclassmen for his right hook. I cower in my corner. He laughs louder and steps closer to me.

“You.” He says harshly and i jerk away. “Are fucking disgusting!” Then he grabs a fist full of my hair and tugging my head to him by force. He crouches and looks me in the eye. “You like dick right?” He smirked evilly before unzipping his pants and stuffing himself down my throat. Tears are pouring down my face and i can’t breathe. He pulls me off and glares. “Why the fuck are you crying? You practically asked me to do this to you.”

“P-p-please let me go-go.” I beg hiccuping through my tears.

“Hey!” I hear and he throws me aside. My head bangs into the lockers and i just curl into a ball crying harder. He runs off and by the time the person that scared him away has come back to me i’m lying in a puddle of my own spit. My silent sobs shake me as that person pulls me into their arms and holds me. I clutch at them and sob into a naked chest. Soon i calm down enough to look at the person i'm burdening. It’s the guy from weight- room. He smiles at me kindly using his sweat towel to dry my tears, and spit off of the floor. I go to pull away looking at the wall my

 face red with shame. His grip tightens and he pulls me back to him. That is when i notice that he is only in a towel. I harden slightly even with what i just went through. I move to hide it and his hands stop me gently.

“It’s fine blue. I like guys and i really like you. I know what you did in the shower, and with this-” He holds up the sweat towel. “I’m sorry you probably don’t like me and i’m terrible i left the towel out in hopes you would use it. I want to hold you and spoil you and hog you from everyone else.” He sighed and wen​t to let me go.

“Wait!” I said and he froze. “I’m not mad i did my own share of things i shouldn’t have. The towel helped me cum.” I blush at that. “And so did the thought of ummm... of you holding me.” I blurt, my face burning.

“Can i hold you now?” He asked breathless.

“In the showers.” And before i was finished he had lifted me bridle style, and started to carry me to them