My first day in an American school wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be. I’d been convinced people would make fun of my accent and had spent the days leading up to my first day of school practicing an American accent. No matter how hard I tried, I still sounded Australian. Hadley, on the other hand, took to it like a duck to water and was instantly switching between the two with ease.
I’d marched into school with my head held high, though I was just waiting for someone to point out that I was different. I spent all day waiting for the negative comments, but got none. All I heard was girls telling me my accent was nice and different groups of guys asking me to join whatever club or sports team they were part of. One girl even asked me out. On my first day. Yeah, I was gonna be a heartbreaker for sure.
I found John at lunch and he introduced me to his friend Brent. Yep, the Brent. Within minutes the two of us were best friends, and had already he decided he was staying at mine over the weekend. We extended the invitation to John when he pouted at us and the three of us started planning things as if we were fucking girls.
Hadley’s first day, however, was a lot different. The second he’d introduced himself, he’d been laughed at for his accent. So as a result of that, he hadn’t made any friends and his trust issues started to develop. He’d come home from school in tears and asked why school couldn’t be like it was for me. And when I couldn’t give him an answer, he just cried more. All I could do was hug him and tell him everything would be alright in the end. Poor kid.
As time went by, my affections for John only increased and I spent more time than was healthy plotting ways to murder his new girlfriend, Lisa. Luckily for me, it didn’t work out and she left him after three months. John’s parents were more than pleased when she left him. They wanted him to marry a nice, pure, Catholic girl and make their priest happy by raising their kids Catholic. John, on the other hand, didn’t give a flying fuck whether he went out with a Catholic girl or not. He didn’t care much for religion as it was, but he wanted to make his parents happy so he’d started up a Catholic bible study group at school to see which girls were okay for him to date. Let’s just say his chances were pretty slim.
Actually, it was around the time Lisa broke up with John that I had my first gay experience. See, there was this exchange student, Paolo, and everyone made fun of him for being bisexual. Which confused me to no end since all the girls my age were pretending to be bi to score with guys. The life of a fourteen year old, eh?
Anyway, me, John and Brent were the only people that weren’t dicks to or about Paolo so I guess we were the closest thing he had to friends. He’d caught me watching John getting changed for gym class one day and had assumed I was at least bi or something, because he cornered me in the bathroom after school, told me I was fucking hot and that he wanted me so bad. Before I had time to protest, he crushed his lips to mine, his tongue slipping past my lips with ease. I stood still in shock for a moment before my tongue started working with his. He pushed his hips against mine and we ended up shuffling backwards, still kissing, til he had me pressed up against the wall next to the hand dryers. I gasped as the force of it sent vibrations through me and Paolo pushed his hips harder against mine, his lips hungrily searching for mine. I met his kiss but he pulled away briefly to drag me into one of the cubicles. He shut the door, locking it behind him and pushed me up against it, kissing me hungrily again. I barely had time to react as he dropped to his knees and unzipped my pants, taking my semi in his mouth. I moaned as his lips closed around my dick, humming something to himself and sending shivers down my member.
I grabbed a fistful of his hair, gripping the top of the door for support, and he seemed to take it as a sign for him to suck harder. I moaned again as he took even more of me in his mouth, swallowing around me as he deepthroated me. I gripped the top of the door harder, biting down on my lip to try and keep quiet when I swore I heard someone open the bathroom door. Paolo hadn’t heard it and kept going, humming and moaning a little every now and then as if it was him getting the epic blowjob and not me.
I shivered as I came, my eyes clenched shut and my head leant back against the door. Paolo swallowed and looked up at me, my dick still in his mouth. He licked a stripe up my member before buttoning my pants up and standing up, kissing me again. It felt weird being able to taste myself on his tongue but fuck, was that amazing.
“Will you go out with me?” he asked and I nodded, too out of breath to say anything.
He smiled, planting a kiss on my cheek before unlocking the stall and wandering out of the bathroom.
Apparently someone had been in there and seen Paolo on his knees. He got pulled out of school less than a week later. I never heard from him again.