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Reliving the Past - 1
by The_Nostalgic (thenostalgic@rocketmail.com)

***

While the following is a truthful recreation of my 
life story, the names have been changed to protect 
those involved. Some dialogue is recreated for story's 
sake (some of this was a decade ago and I can't 
remember every little detail of what was said) but 
nothing has been exaggerated for the sake of cheap 
thrills. While I've not been the sexual conqueror that 
every man dreams, I've had my fair share of 
encounters. These are what I share with you. (mf-
teens, youths, 1st)

***

Chapter 1: My First Time, occurs my senior year of 
high school.

My story begins in my senior year of high school, from 
fall 2000-summer 2001. Perhaps the bane of my 
existence. I was about as popular as anchovies on 
pizza. Sure, there were some people who liked me, but 
the vast majority of the world would sooner drink 
paint thinner than be friends with me. I was far from 
the top end of the totem pole, which revolved around 
the basketball players and cheerleaders. 

It also didn't help that I was a walking pencil of a 
kid at 16; long arms and legs with no meat on my 
bones. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't the smallest 
or skinniest kid in my class, but I'd say my physical 
stature was around 30%. 

It didn't help that I was one of the youngest in my 
class, so I probably should have been in 11th when I 
was in 12th, but birthdays decide the cutoff date for 
kindergarten classes and I was on the tail end of 
getting in that year so I was stuck with it for the 
rest of my educational career. I suppose I should also 
mention I have black hair, green eyes, and white skin. 
Worse still, I was too smart for my own good. I was in 
the advanced placement classes, which bored me. 

I wasn't finding any challenge presented to me in 
school work (except in math... I've never been good 
with math) so my mind was always drifting to other 
things. Of course, we all know what a teenage boy with 
free time has on his mind: Sex. My problem was that 
since I really had no mental stimulation, it ended up 
being on my mind about 90% of the time (with video 
games the other 10%). To top it off, the closest I'd 
been to having sex was a vast collection of porn 
pilfered from my father's stash.

So here I was, young, skinny, and frustrated. If that 
whole emo-boy craze (skinny, black-haired white kids) 
had only been eight years earlier, I'd have been a 
pussy magnet. Unfortunately for me, such was not the 
case. Even so, I was a generally nice person and it 
scored me the friend zone with a handful of girls. 
None who would go hand out with me after school or 
anything, but some that would talk to me and hang out 
in class with. 

Now I know what you're getting at; I'm only two 
paragraphs in and there's no sign of me getting 
laid... Well, you're right. So far, high school sex 
for me was the equivalent of looking for water in the 
desert... There wasn't any. So going into my senior 
year of high school, I was more than determined to see 
that would change. I was so frustrated (and convinced 
I was smart enough to pull it off) that I'd have 
considered rape. 

Thankfully, I was about as strong as a kid on 
chemotherapy, so I wasn't about to force anybody into 
anything physically. No, if I was going to get some, 
it would be through the one thing I had going for me: 
my mind. Or so I thought.

Now don't ask me why, but our high school was divided 
into trimesters and they made you take gym twice. Once 
in ninth grade (perhaps to scout potential basketball 
players) and once in senior year. You can guess how 
thrilled I was to be taking gym with other boys who 
were much more physically developed than myself... 

Thankfully, I wasn't the scrawniest so I managed to 
avoid the majority of the scorn brought by the 
bullies. Still, they forced us to wear school-logo 
(read: school-assigned / distributed) t-shirts and 
shorts. The shirts weren't too bad; white with red 
lettering. The shorts on the other hand... 

Well, let me interrupt for a second to say that I have 
never found a pair of pants in my life that fit. 
They're either the right size in the waist but too 
short or long enough but made for someone about 8 
sizes larger in the waist. So, it was either wear 
short shorts or extra baggy ones... If I'd had my 
choice, I'd have chosen the latter. No such luck; 
short shorts assigned for me (based on my waist 
measurement, I'm sure). 

None of my friends had made into gym with me (they 
were lucky enough to have it as the last class of the 
day; I was stuck with it as the first because band was 
always a final period class... more on that later.) so 
I was essentially stuck with a bunch of acquaintances 
for gym. Every day, the same crap... Wake up, go to 
school, take gym first thing in the morning. Talk 
about a nightmare for a guy who stayed up all night 
playing video games who got five hours of sleep on a 
good night.

I think you get the picture. Well, one day while we 
were waiting for class to begin, I got approached by 
one of the girls. (Yes, we had coed gym classes). Her 
name was Amber. I'll be omitting the last name because 
it's not relevant. Anyways, Amber was a solid 7/10. 
She didn't have the supermodel-esque physique that 
some of the girls had, but she wasn't heavy in the 
slightest. She was 17, blonde, a cheerleader, and a 
solid B-cup who was prone to not wearing a bra during 
gym... Which she could get away with, much to the 
boys' delight. 

I personally had the luck of having her spot me during 
weight-lifting. She stood close enough that her shirt 
had drifted away from her flat stomach and I'd had a 
great show of bra-less under-boob. If that doesn't 
give you motivation to lift weights for as long as you 
can, nothing will. 

I'd always suspected that she'd done it on purpose, 
because after I'd settled the barbell and Zach started 
to lay down for his turn, Amber said she wasn't going 
to spot him because she didn't want him looking up her 
shirt. We'd talked some, but weren't really what 
anyone would consider friends. More acquaintances than 
anything. But back to the story at hand. Amber had 
approached me while everyone was in their little 
groups chatting and I was standing alone, trying not 
to think about railing my cock into half the girls in 
gym with their tight shirts. My raging hard-on was 
proof of my inability to succeed with such a task.

"Hey Tom."

"Oh- Hey... what's up?"

"Nothing much. I was just wondering why you always 
wore your shorts so high up? You always have them up 
around your stomach it seems"

Wow... talk about awkward. Hardly the conversation 
piece that I was expecting, and something that I'd 
already been stressing over all trimester.

"They sit on my waist... They're just look higher 
because I'm skinny so they're short."

Which wasn't entirely true either. I was wearing my 
shorts a little higher, but that's because I was 
afraid of my boner sticking out the top of them. If I 
wore pants around my waist where they should be, I'd 
be showing the world the top of my penis every time I 
got an erection. I guess I lied earlier when I said 
the one thing I had going for me was my mind. I'd been 
blessed with an 8-inch cock since freshman year. I 
guess my body had been so busy growing downstairs that 
it'd forgotten to give me the awesome biceps, ripped 
abs, etc. that I needed to score the ladies.

"Well why don't you just pull them down a little so 
they ride lower?"

And it's right about here that I about had a heart 
attack. As she said this, Amber leaned over and tugged 
lightly at the bottom of my shorts, putting her face 
right around my belly-button... Where the head of my 
throbbing hard-on was now peeking out from atop my 
shorts. So there I was with the top of my cock 
sticking out the top of my shorts, and Amber's face at 
crotch level looking right at it. I quickly pulled my 
shorts back up as she stood back up. I'm sure my face 
was as pale as a ghost as I looked around to see if 
anyone else had noticed, thankfully, I wasn't popular 
so nobody was paying any attention my way.

"I-I- just... like them where they are," I stammered, 
unsure of what to do. I was sure she was going to 
freak out that my exposed cock had been within inches 
of her face.

Amber just smiled sweetly.

"Alright. Just trying to make you not look like a 
nerd."

And with that, she spun and walked back over to her 
friends. My mind was racing with what-ifs and if 
anyone else had seen for what seemed like an eternity. 
Minutes later, I saw Amber whispering to get friends 
and girlish giggles. Man, talk about a self-esteem 
killer. I thought to myself that I must have a tiny 
dick for them to be laughing about it. In all 
fairness, the only other ones I'd seen had been in 
porn, and those guys could use theirs as fishing 
rods... Looking back, I realize how little I knew at 
the time.

I wanted to go crawl into my locker and die. Instead, 
we had to go outside to run a mile on the track before 
coming back inside for weight lifting. I slugged my 
way through the mile-run that we had to do, coming in 
last with my slowest time of the year instead of 
third/fourth like usual. Thankfully, our school had 
about the most lax teaching possible, and the teacher 
and other students had already made their way back 
inside from the outside track. 

I walked back as slowly as I could deem reasonable. I 
realized that the gym teacher would be in his office 
instead of watching the kids and that it'd be okay if 
I took my leisurely time coming back inside on the 
warm fall morning. Just as I walked back through the 
gym doors, if felt like I'd been punched in the chest. 
Amber was sitting on the stairs that led to the upper 
gym, smile on her face as I walked through the door. 
Gods, she'd been waiting for me. She was probably 
going to blackmail me into doing her homework for the 
rest of the year or she'd tell the teacher about our 
incident; except I'm sure she'd say I'd exposed myself 
to her. Oh, this wasn't going to be good at all.

"Hey there."

"Hey."

"How about we go upstairs and talk for a second?"

"We really should get back to class."

"Don't be like that. Come on."

She rose and brushed the dirt off her butt, walking 
slowly up the stairs. My eyes flickered nervously 
between the hallway to the gym floor and the stairwell 
where she sat. Reluctantly, I followed her up the 
stairs. What else could I do? I followed her up the 
two flights of stairs to the upper gym, where they had 
the upper bleachers and kept the equipment. Everything 
from padded mats to locked bins full of dodge-balls, 
basketballs, etc. sat in a cluttered mess down the 
dark hallway. 

Amber hadn't said a thing, and I was dreading where 
this was going because she'd asked to come upstairs to 
talk. When we were half way down the storage area she 
stopped and turned around to face me. I looked at her 
in the dim lighting, her lovely face eyeing me with 
what I assumed was evil intent. The silence was 
absolute. I leaned against the wall, swallowing hard. 
I felt like someone was

"So..."

Before I could say another word, Amber knelt and 
pulled my shorts down around my knees, my limp cock 
hanging openly in front of her.

"What are you doing?"

I panicked, reaching to pull my shorts up, but she 
pushed my hands aside. Her gaze was locked intently on 
my cock. Slowly, her hand wrapped around my semi-limp 
dick and squeezed it before she started rubbing it up 
and down.

"Listen, we really should get back to class. What if 
someone comes up here?"

"Nobody comes up here except to do what we're doing."

The certainty in her voice reassured me enough that I 
calmed down enough to realize what was happening. 
Amber, a hot blonde girl, was on her knees jerking on 
my slowly hardening dick. This couldn't be reality, 
and even if it was, there was no way this was 
happening to me. My cock stiffened to life quickly 
enough and my mind reeled in the realization that I 
wasn't the one pulling on my dick for a change. 

Her hand worked its way up and down my cock while the 
other rubbed at my balls, giving me my first real hand 
job. "Oh my god," I murmured, my head slowly drifted 
back as all thoughts of getting caught slipped from my 
mind. And then it abruptly stopped. My eyes snapped 
back to her to see what was wrong. Were we caught? A 
rapid glance to the stairwell confirmed that wasn't 
the case.

Amber stood and pressed herself against my chest, her 
hand still tightly wrapped around my cock. I was 
trapped between a wall and some tits.

"So here's the deal. My parents promised me a trip to 
Europe when I graduate. Problem is, I'm not passing 
chemistry. You're smart at it, so if you help me, I'll 
help you."

I figured this was blackmail, but my brain was 
functioning downstairs.

"What'd you have in mind?"

"You're a virgin, right? We can fix that." She 
whispered, leaning in closer.

"Right now?" I managed in disbelief, throat was as dry 
as the desert. By now my cock was fully aware of the 
situation and was throbbing rock hard in her hand.

She laughed and stepped backwards away from me. Her 
hands crossed her midsection, fingers ensnaring the 
bottom of her shirt to lift it up over her head and 
reveal her bare breasts. My heart was pounding in my 
throat; I couldn't breathe, let alone believe what I 
was seeing. Her small B-cup tits bounced slightly as 
she brought her arms down and dropped her shirt on the 
floor. She spun lightly on her feet, turning her bare 
back towards me before bending over at the waist and 
pulling her shorts and underwear to her ankles. 

Her bare ass was small and firm, and as tan as the 
rest of her body. She must not wear anything while 
tanning. I watched as she struggled to get them off 
over one of her gym sneakers, my cock aching in 
anticipation of what was to come. Taking a few steps, 
she knelt on one of the gymnastic mats and beckoned me 
over with a finger like the succubus she was. I obeyed 
quickly with short, scooting steps, my shorts around 
my ankles. I pulled my shirt off quickly, tossing it 
down beside her. 

She lay back as I approached, her smooth legs parting 
to reveal her shaved sex. I knelt between her feet, my 
hands moving to the padded mat by her shoulders to 
support my weight as I hovered above her. Her hand 
reached between us, guiding my rigid cock towards her 
wet sex. Nervously I thrust forward, but she shifted 
her legs and pressed her hand against my hips to 
prevent more than just the tip going inside.

"Not so fast!" She whispered angrily.

I stopped, worried for a second I'd done something 
wrong. "Wha-"

She cut me off abruptly. "You're going to do all my 
chemistry for the rest of the year... and you can't 
tell ANYONE about this."

"Yeah! Of course!" I hastily agreed. I would've agreed 
to anything at this point.

She slowly pulled her legs up, allowing me better 
access to thrust towards her.. Which I did as quickly 
as I could.

She stopped me quickly by shifting her legs again and 
hissed at me. "Just sit still a second."

Mentally I scolded myself for my inexperience... After 
all, my only experience was what I'd seen in porn.

Slowly she moved her hips up against me, pushing me 
deeper in and out of her, getting my cock wetter and 
wetter until she was comfortably taking nearly my 
entire length into her. All the while, her eyes were 
tightly closed, her mouth open and trembling as she 
took deep breaths. By now, I could no longer simply 
stand still and started pushing back against her. Her 
legs wrapped around my waist, pulling against me. 
Before I knew it, my chest was heaving and I was 
laying on my forearms, our naked bodies mashed against 
each other. 

I leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her head, 
burying it in my shoulder. I thrust as best I could, 
losing the rhythm time and again in my inexperience, 
but she compensated and kept it going. I knew I 
wouldn't last much longer; it'd only been a few 
minutes, but this was a billion times better than 
jerking myself off. 

I slammed my hips down against her, my full length 
going deep inside her causing an audible yelp from 
Amber. Her hands clawed violently down my back as she 
sunk her teeth into my shoulder. I winced, trying to 
keep going, but she twisted under me, forcing my cock 
from the depths of her sex. Perhaps I was too close 
already, perhaps it was the sudden feeling of the cold 
air on my wet cock, but I came. All over her stomach, 
crotch, and thighs.

Her hands pushed against my shoulders and I managed to 
sit back on my feet, kneeling in front of her. My cock 
was still dripping cum and I could feel her wetness on 
it as it slid down against my leg. Looking before me, 
I saw Amber was panting heavily, soaked in sweat, her 
lower body covered in cum.

We stayed that way for a minute, both catching our 
breaths.

Finally, she moved, sitting up and surveying what I'd 
done to her.

"Damn it," she hissed, reaching for my shirt on the 
floor beside her to wipe off her stomach and between 
her legs. Clean as she could get, she tossed it aside 
and started pulling her shorts back over her shoe and 
up her legs.

I sat there, watching her, reeling in my first post-
virgin orgasm, until she got up and put her shirt on. 
I made my way back to my feet and pulled my pants up, 
wiping my cock on my gym shirt.

"Don't forget our deal." And with that, she took off 
walking down the hallway towards the girls' locker 
room.

I made my way quickly back to the boys locker room. I 
quickly washed myself off at the sink and managed to 
hide my cum-covered shirt and boxers in my gym bag, 
changing back into my school clothes just before the 
rest of my classmates came in to change. The rest of 
my school day was spent reliving the morning over and 
over again in my mind. I dare not tell my friends, and 
I knew they'd never believe me anyways. 

But that wasn't the end of things between myself and 
Amber. 

To be continued...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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