WHEN I'M WITH YOU

WHEN I'M WITH YOU: PART 4

"You should hang round with George Mitchelles' son" my father started again, reffering to a guy he worked with, "He's in your year and from what I hear he's a real winner of a boy." If a real winner of a boy means a total nerd, who's extremely stuck up then Sam Mitchelles was champion. For the five years i'd known him he'd always had greasy hair and a lot of acne which showed no signs of clearing up. He showed off in class and was a snitch on other kids if they'd done something wrong, he thought the reason everyone hated him was down the fact that they were jealous of his intelligence and not the fact that he was a complete arse hole. To be honest i'd rather digged my eyes out with spoons then be friends with him. I left the house fifteen minutes earlier than I would of normally because I had to meet TJ.

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The day had been a normal drag of a school day and now I was getting changed back into my as football practice had finished. On thursdays we were the only team that had after school practice. But as it was tuesday the basket ball team were here as well, so the lockeroom was packed with atleast thirty teenage boys. When I took off my football shorts I could feel my pants had twisted a bit and were riding up the crack of my arse. As secretly as I could I tried to untwist them, pulling on the top and trying to turn the twist with my fingers to straighten them out. It was uncomfortable and I started to get a little impatient so I started yanking on them. All of a sudden their was a loud tearing noise and everybody looked my way and bursted out laughing. My pants had split all the way up my arse leaving a lot of my plump arse cheeks on show. I yanked up my school trousers, threw my kit in my bag and ran out the lockeroom trying to to put my shirt on at the same time. I could hear the laughing even when outside the door, I was extremely embarrassed and felt like crying.

I sat on the empty football pitch for a good forty-five minutes, I knew for a fact everyone else was gone by now, or so I thought until I saw a tall, toned boy walking up to me. I felt slightly easier when I realised it was TJ. "Are you okay? That looked kinda embarrassing" TJ giggled, but I could tell he was concerned about how I felt. I just smiled at him, I was pretty much over it. "How comes your still here" I asked him. "Came looking for you, you looked really upset when you left" he smiled at me again. TJ was extremely attractive, even if I wasn't gay I knew it as much as any did. To be honest I was lucky a guy as popular as him even gave me the time of day. I wasn't like Kai, Harry or Dan, extremely goodlooking, athletic and a hit with the ladies. But i' m glad they liked me. "I had a dream about you!" I suddenly blurted out. After i'd said it I thought, seriously Tyler why did that come out your mouth, he's going to want to know about it. And sure enough..."What happend in it?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know...TJ it doesn't matter, we were just, you know in the lockeroom at school" I stuttered.
"And then what?" he said.
"Nothing..." I blushed looking away from him.
"Oh my god...Oh my god you had some gay wet dream about me didn't you!" he laughed.
"Shut up!" I screamed shuffling away from him, for some reason my cock was hard.

TJ giggled and scooted closer to me and put his hands on the zip of my trousers. I tried to stop him but he just pushed my hands away, soon I was lying there with just my shirt, pants and socks on. I jumped as TJ pulled my cock out my torn pants. "Oh Tyler look how hard you are!" TJ said in a flirty voice, stroking my foreskin up and down, i'd never felt anything like it, it was great, but TJ was another boy. "Stop, its wrong..." I gasped but TJ wouldn't listen, he just looked into my scared eyes with his wicked green ones and kept stroking me, his warm hand sliding up and down my shaft was incredible, for a few minutes I forgot how sinful it all was. I started gasping and felt tingles all over my body, clear liquid was leaking out my cock and more was coming out as the feeling got stronger, it was then TJ stopped. I looked at him puzzled, "I don't want you to to cum just yet" he whispered and started un-doing his trousers.