GBL 1/GBL 1.iso/gay_text/eddie.txt

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Yo, Eddie here. How's it hangin' dudes? Heh.. well, guess I have a story to
tell. I basically consider myself to be pretty cool, I'm not really on an ego
trip or anything like that, that's just what other people have told me that
I've known in school. I'm a skater and I do like hangin' tough with my board on
the pipes and sidewalks and shit. But that's not all I really like. Guess I'm
basically a gay dude, I mean I never really have been physically attracted to
girls and now that I'm seventeen and all, I don't really see that I ever will
be. Crap, just last week I had a girl want to know if I would go with her to
the junior-senior prom next week. Hell, I wouldn't go with her even if I WERE
straight. She is as homely as sin. Funny, the last prom I went to by myself
just to see the guys and all I did was kinda meander around the outside of the
crowd for about 45 minutes, checking out the dudes.
Guess before I go any further I could enlighten you on my looks. The thing that
pisses me off in life is that a lot of dudes like to brag around the girls, but
get around most guys and they don't talk that much about themselves to other
guys. Kinda insane society, isn't it? I basically have jet black shoulder
length hair, it is well.. quite straight, no waves or curls or anything. Lately
I've been a little noticeable since I had my RIGHT ear pierced and I have a
stud in it right now. Yeah, it gets a few looks at school, but most of the guys
look at me and say "you probably had it pierced when that ear was in style,
eh?" hehe. Not quite, my friend. I'm about five feet and nine inches tall, and
right now I have this real hip brown body tan that drives me ape everytime I
look at my body. I'd sure like to meet another dude that had a tan like this.
It just gives me a hardon. I have on a fluorescent green muscle shirt and black
shorts right now, and Fruit Of The Loom underwear. I wear black hi-top Reeboks
with white socks, you know, with the bands around the top, but right now I am
barefoot. I play basketball but I'm not on the school team, I play it in class
pretty much for credit. I had a dream about that once, but now I really AM
getting off the subject. Never will forget it though. Jeff, this dude in my
class, came out to shoot hoops in just his underwear one night in this dream. I
jacked my dick in my sleep that night and woke up coated in my sperm.
Oh well, back to what I was saying. The last prom, when I was looking at all
the dudes sauntering around the dance floor.. Scott Yancey saw me, he was
messin' around with Patricia Stanfield. The number ended and he walked over to
me. "Eddie, what's up dude?" Scott's not a thrasher, but he hangs out with
thrashers because he works with wood.. and he builds half-pipe ramps real good
for not a lot of money. "Not much man," I said to Scott. There was still about
an hour or so left in the prom. I had my hair slicked back and all, all things
considered I was one of the best-dressed dudes there. For a second, he glanced
around. "Where's your babe?" he said, and he almost died when I said I was just
here alone.
He started saying shit like, "you look incredible. I don't see how a dude as
good looking as you couldn't get hooked for a prom like this," he said outside
as we stepped out to get a Coke in the lobby. Then he started talking about
trying to hitch me up with Arleen Boshell. Taking two sips on my Coke, and
canning it, I led Scott down the long hall to the locker rooms. I was going to
go there so I could talk in more privacy.
I was surprised to find the door unlocked. I thought it was kept locked during
events like this, but evidently not. I walked in - the lights were out.
Locating the switch just inside the room, I cut them on. Empty; the only noise
was a dripping faucet. I sat down on a nearby bench, Scott sat with me.
"Now, what was so urgent that you had to drag me off here?" the stud of my life
asked of me. There was nothing stuck-up or redneck about this guy; he was pure
logic and rationality, and quite straightforward.
"Dude," I said, casually pulling my slacks away from my balls where they were
putting pressure, "you don't just say everything in public," I said, looking
him in the eye. He smiled back after a minute. I casually looked at his groin
area, it looked pretty normal I guess. "You mean.. guy talk?" he asked. "Yeah.
This is basically guy talk.. one guy talkin' to another rad dude.." I said,
smiling back.
"Yeah. So, I mean, what about Arleen?" Scott said, nestling down beside me,
"you want her bad?"
He was brushing my arm with his hand, running it on my hairs and giving me
goosebumps. I think he might have been looking for me to move away, say
something like, "what are you touching me like that for?" but I didn't. "Oh,
sorry.. didn't realize I was doing that," he said, catching himself. "I must
have had my mind on something else."
"That's okay, man. I don't mind it. I don't get mad about shit like that.. like
other guys do." I said profoundly.
"Yeah, I've noticed that about you," Scott said, "you handle a lot of shit well
that would probably make some people flare up like a firecracker. How do you do
it?"
"Wanna know my real secret?" I said.
"Sure!" he said eagerly. I took a whiff; the room still had a unique aroma of
jockstraps and sweaty hot bodies, hours after the last crowd had been in here.
"I'm gay."

"Are you serious?" Scott said quietly. "Yep."
"Damn. No WONDER you didn't have a date." Scott took it really well at the
moment; all in all I have known Scott even indirectly now for almost five
years. His family had moved here from Vancouver, B.C. when he was twelve. Now
he was my age; we were both sixteen then. Patty was probably wondering where he
was. Me? I didn't give a damn. I wanted him right where he was.. and he didn't
show any signs of leaving.. not yet anyway.
"You know, that IS an interesting tack.." he said. "What's that?" I asked.
"Being gay. You know, I've often wondered about myself sometimes.. because it
seems that well.. dunno, there really are some things that a girl just can't do
to me like another guy could, you know?"
"Like what?"
"I dunno, sometimes I think a guy COULD get me hard, if I thought long enough
about it," Scott said. "I dunno, maybe I should just keep it to myself.."
"Well, look.. you can tell me," I assured him. "I wouldn't tell a soul. Just..
do what you feel. There's nothing wrong with it," I said, trying to erase fear,
if there was any. He WAS a little shaky. "Can I ask you something?" I said.
"Sure!" he said, quickly.
"Are you sure? I don't want to upset you!"
"Try me!" he affirmed.
I paused a second and put my arm around his shoulder, as I had done before a
few times. "Do I make you hard? Do I give you a boner? You can be honest with
me."
"I know I can, Eddie. You're about the only guy I can be honest with. Well,
yeah, you sorta.. make it hard sometimes." he said.
"Is it hard now..?"
"A little... uh, listen.. tell you what. Let's talk more at your house, okay?
I'll go take Patty home, you know.. tell her something came up.. she'd probably
understand."
"Okay, you wanna meet me about.. 9:30?"
"That sounds good," Scott said, turning for the door.

Something DID come up.

We were LOCKED in the LOCKER ROOM.
Evidently, someone had slipped by with a key, a custodian perhaps.. we were
talking so softly, and he probably thought the room was empty.. but the door
was locked by a deadbolt from the outside.. and that deadbolt required a KEY to
open it.
At first, I didn't know what had happened. "Hello!" I heard Scott yell. He
banged on the door. I got up and ran to see what was wrong. "We're locked IN!"
he informed me. "Oh, shit." "Do you have on a watch?" he asked me. "Yeah.. it's
8:30.."
"Oh damn," he said. "The fuckin' party lets out in 30 minutes.. shit! I wonder
if we can get someone's attention?"
We tried for five minutes solid. Nothing. The music was still playing in the
gymnasium.
Scott and I stopped yelling a moment. "Damn, we might be in here all night," he
said. Somehow, in the back of my mind, I hoped we were. I looked at his left
hand; his knuckles were red from banging on the door. I reached into my wallet
and got a small aluminum pouch I carried with me just in case I ever needed it
somewhere; it contained a sample of hand lotion. My mom had gotten it in the
mail som months back, and inadvertantly, it had ended up in my wallet. Tearing
off the top, I asked Scott to give me his left hand.
"Why?"
"Just.. let me see it a minute." Not questioning me again, he stretched out his
arm and I took the hand, smeared some lotion on his knuckles, and rubbed it in.
"Damn, what is that?" he asked.
"Just a little something I carry if I need it.. heh. It's a sample of lotion.
Does that feel better?"
"Yeah. I guess I kinda am overreacting. Maybe we'll get out of here tonight."
"Let's hope so," I said, trying not to sound TOO unrealistic.
I also tried to get someone's attention; but no one from the party crowd would
probably come down this hall; all the restrooms were to the front of the
building and the locker rooms were the only thing down this hall. Add to that
the fact that this was Friday night, and it hit me that this might be like a
weekend in jail. But God.. what an interesting inmate to share it with.
I had also tried for about five minutes or so before giving up. Hell, it was
8:45 by that time. He thought he'd listen at the small crack under the door for
footsteps. There were none. No one had seen us going into the corridor or down
the hall either. Nine o' clock came. The music stopped, out the small window
(too small to climb out, besides it was above all the lockers), we could here
all the dudes scratching their wheels on the pavement as they took off out of
the parking lot.
"Shit," said Scott, "It looks like we might be here a while," he said, untying
his bow tie and shoving it in his back pocket. He then unbuttoned his shirt.
"Fuck this," I thought, "I'm going to take a shower if I'm gonna be in here
forever. Besides, something interesting might come of it.." we had water, so we
wouldn't die of thirst. But we could get awfully hungry in there if we were put
away for the entire weekend. I slowly stripped out of my attire to my jockeys.
Scott watched, his mouth agape. We never had had gym class together, so he
never had a chance to see me in underwear and see all of my golden brown tanned
skin, all the way down to my crotch. I flipped on the light in the showers and
dropped out of my jockeys and made the comment, "if I gotta stay here, I wanna
cool off. It's hot in those things." He didn't say a word. In less than a
minute he was in there with me, reaching in front of me for the bar of soap.
 He smiled. I casually wagged my dick back and forth, it wasn't hard but
looking at Scott all naked was getting me that way. What better time to mess
around, sixteen, alone with another dude, and no thoughts of intrusions from
outside? Well, Scott evidently saw me flap it. "Nice dick, Eddie.." he said,
calmly. "Thanks." Well, Scott started to harden. I don't know if it was
intentional or what.

"Are you really gay?" Scott asked. "Yes," I replied, adding a giggle to my
voice as I said this. He started - looking closer at my penis. Really close. He
cut off the water, grabbed his towel and dried off. He watched as I did the
same. I tried to stay close to him on purpose and sure enough, he still kept
looking at me. "Go ahead... touch it. It won't bite.." I offered, standing
dried now in front of him with my hands folded behind my back.
Slowly he grasped my dick, and ran it through his fingers. Immediately it shot
to attention; I could not and did not restrain myself. "Damn, did I cause
that?" he asked, ecstatically. I nodded, grinning.
"And I suppose it's a real turn-on for you to pole a guy in the ass." I
laughed. "Well, is it?"
"Yeah, when I feel like it. Why?"
"Just wondered. Do you like sucking other guy's dicks?" he asked as he sat on
the edge of the bench, his balls drooping way down as they were out ahead of
the edge. They were swaying now, slightly and my eyes were firmly fixed on
them.
"Uh.. well, yeah.." I said in response to his question, he must have thought it
had taken forever for me to answer him. "What are you looking at?" he asked.
"Just your drooping balls.."
"Oh, yeah. I like to feel my fat ballsack," Scott indicated, grabbing his
ballsack and squeezing it so that his balls were pushed to the end of their
sacs. The ends of the sacs gleamed under the pressure, and his sacs looked
huge. He let go, and they swang back down. He had huge balls and quite a big
dick for his age.. it was definitely bigger than my own in both respects.
"Do you ever jack off?" I asked of Scott. "Boy, do I ever! I must jack off
twice a day!"
"Have you jacked off twice today?" I asked. "Dammit.. I was running late for
school today. I haven't done it since last night. E-E-Eddie....?"
"Yes?"
"You know.. some - times I do think I get thoughts of guys in underwear when I
stroke off.." he slurred, realizing what he did in private.
"Guys in underwear?" I asked, reaching down and feeling his dick casually. To
my amazement, it too sprang to a very stiff condition as I grasped it, and it
seemed to slowly get thicker and cause my grip to widen. It really was pretty
big - even with my hand wrapped around it towards his base, I still must have
had a good three inches left poking out the front. And that head looked red.
Suddenly I gulped his large rod into my mouth. "Edward, what are you....
ahhh..." he said. He never calls me Edward. The last time he called me Edward
was when I had his soccer ball and playfully would not give it back to him. He
chased me for about a block before he got it back, too, yelling "Edward McCall"
all the way. "Edward McCall, you give me back that ball!" heheh.. everyone on
th' whole street must have thought he wrote poetry. Right now I had him right
by the balls.. and he wasn't complaining. He was a virgin, he had never even
been sucked before. I had, by another boy when I was thirteen. It was - Richard
Phelps. He moved recently.
"Eddie, this really feels good," he began saying as I got fierce with my tongue
on the underside of his dickhead. I reached up and felt those balls too - I was
dying to feel them and during the course of the sucking I had a gut feeling
that this was it, nothing more; so I felt I better take darn good advantage of
it. Now he was as hard as steel, I could tell because his dick was really
stretching my mouth open wide. He had his hands rolled up on the bench by his
sides, almost curled into fists I guess. I was taking away all the day's
pressures for him; for about five minutes now I was able to completely forget
where we were and what the situation was. I might as well have been in my own
bedroom with him - I felt about that secure. Somehow I felt we were going to be
at least eleven o' clock or midnight getting out - if our parents began to
really worry and started calling the school. But even then, I didn't know that
the security people or even the police would think to look in here.

He began to gasp for air and moaned that he was coming. He had plenty of hair
around it, and he could sperm off as well as I could. After all, we were young
adults even then, and if I had a penny for every time I've cum since I started
jacking off, I could retire now and have some beachfront property in Maui.
Spurts filled my mouth as 24 hours' worth of Scott's stored jism came gushing
out. His face was red. He must have had a very intense orgasm. Finally as I
realized it was over, I slipped my lips off of his penis. My next impulse was
to lick his head; but I refrained because I didn't know if he'd had enough of
this "strange" encounter of the homosexual kind. He smiled. "How was it?" I
asked. "I kinda liked it," he said. "Isn't that called a 'blowjob'?" he asked.
I giggled. "Yes, it can be.. did it bother you?"
"No," he said, raising his voice on the "o". "I noticed I creamed my shorts
tonight when I took them off to shower." he informed me.
"When did you cream them? Dancing with Patty?"
"Would you believe.. not until I got in here with you, about five minutes after
you told me you were gay. Hell, I may be bi.."
"Well, it's nothing to be ashamed of.." I encouraged.
"I'm not ashamed," Scott confirmed. "It's just.. right now I think I feel...
crap, I don't want to say this to you."
"Say it. Out with it."
"I think I feel stronger toward you than I do toward Patty!!"
"So? I know I feel stronger toward YOU than I do toward Patty.. or any girl for
that matter!" I coaxed.
"That's a relief!" he jested.
"What is?"
"I wouldn't want you stealing my girl!"
"Pppppfff..." I blew a breath straight up toward my hair causing my hair toward
my face to go up. "Great. Just great."
"Just kidding," Scott said as I got up on the bench beside him now.
I put my arm around his shoulder. "Scott... dude.. nothing you could possibly
tell me would bother me." He looked at me as though he still respected me. "I
know that," he sighed. I grabbed his hand and put it in my genital area. "Feel
me if you want to," I said. Well, he grabbed my cock, and stroked it
repeatedly, as if he were jacking off his own dick. "Damn, that feels.. funny,"
Scott said.
"What does?"
"I'm jacking a dick, but.. heh! It feels different."
"You just aren't feeling the stimulus."
"Yeah. Are you feeling a stimulus?" he asked.
"You better believe it man," I said, quite "girlishly."
Oh shit. He got down on his knees and clamped his lips around my cock. He began
to suck in earnest, occasionally cupping my balls. He played with the little
hairs on my balls too.. it really felt good.. and the sucking didn't seem to
last anytime before I was to a point that I could no longer contain myself,
literally!
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!!" I yelled. Pump, pump.. out came the flow of my
semen into Scott's mouth. He gagged, swallowed, sucked some more, and seemed to
take the better part of the load down his throat. I knew I couldn't have shot
much because I had just jacked off this morning before I went to school, when I
was in the shower. It had gone all over my washrag, and my father's too, so I
had to wash off my dad's washrag this morning.. something major like that you
don't soon forget.
I ran my fingers through his hair. He was so cute, I thought. He again sat
beside me on the bench. He thought it was interesting. "Sperm tastes funny," he
said. "I know."
"How was it?" he asked. "It was beautiful..." he looked at me as though he knew
some terrific joke that he was about to tell me; he had THAT kind of smirk on
his face.
"What is it?" I asked. All he could do was giggle. "Eddie?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm a fag'it!" he said, laughing.
"Really?" "Yeah. I liked sucking your dick."
"Yeah, but would you ever do it again?"
"Want me to now?!" he responded.
"That's all I wanted to hear... heheh.." I laughed. Scott had never even seen
pussy and had only seen a girl's tits once since I had known him. Suddenly he
gets action from me, and he likes it. Interesting..
Then, in the next few minutes, I begin to hear different statements that I
would only expect to hear from another gay guy. He must have decided to see how
I would respond to certain comments. "Eddie.. your body is so tan.. damn.. I
wish was that tan.." he said. Yeah, fine, but the kicker was that he was
standing up, looking at me while at the same time jacking an ever-hardening
dick. Maybe... just maybe.. he was playing out a fantasy. "Dammit, you are so
fucking tan!" he said again, and began to rub my arm for a moment and felt of
the hair on it. He began to turn me on, too. I didn't know how much more of
this. Then he broke the camel's back.
"I've seen you on your fuckin' skateboard. Damn, you are so raaaaad..." I stood
up, made muscles for him and flexed my legs. "Oh shit.." he moaned as this was
obviously a move he welcomed but didn't expect. His cock exploded with sperm.
He sent several streams in the air, one hit a locker, and a couple of streamers
hit me in the stomach. I looked and I was having some leakage of sperm from my
hard dick. I glanced at my watch. It was ten-thirty. We had been fucking around
in there like this for an hour and a half. Something told me we'd better get
dressed as I could hold my feelings now since he had sucked me off a few
minutes ago.

Fully dressed again now, I thought I'd give another try at banging on the door,
but to no avail. Then it hit me. I walked toward the urinals and looked behind
the last row of lockers, the ones against the window. Damn.
The window itself actually WAS larger than the locker led you to believe.. I
never really had paid it that much attention. I could see glass down to about
the middle of the locker at least. I opened Rusty McLeod's locker - he never
kept it locked. Once, he had a small micro-cassette recorder stolen out of
there because the airhead never locks anything. I'll bet he does his school
locker the same way - and that I could pick it out of the 150,000 other lockers
lining the halls. He closes it just enough so that the lock comes CLOSE to
clicking, but not all the way. It's not because it doesn't work... anyway, I
opened his locker and took out a pair of Nike Airwalks he had in there. He had
some Bozooka Gum in there and a pack of Red Hot's. I don't consider myself a
thief, but under our conditions, we needed sugar in our bloodstream right now
far more than Rusty - who was probably drunk off his gourd right now, or at
home passed out. We helped ourselves to the candy and gum. Yeah, yeah, sure.. I
know semen is supposed to be pure sugar or fructose or whatever.. but the real
thing is better - and it helped take the "semeny" taste out of our mouths.

"What are you going to do?" asked Scott. Well, first off, I had known that
there was probably no one in the entire WING, because all the times we had
yelled, we had yelled our lungs out loud enough to wake the undead. "Help me
try to move this center row of lockers," I said.
"You're crazy! Those things weigh a ton!" "Yeah, I know, but let's try. It's a
way out of here."
"What are you going to do, break a window?" I stood there and put my hands on
my hips. "Do you have a better suggestion?"
fe thought the same thing I did, and it was obvious. "We'll never get out that
SKINNY window! Look how small it is!"
I led him over to the side and showed him where it was an illusion. He agreed
and we tried to move the lockers, with no success. We only moved them about six
inches, and when we did we made an AWFUL scraping noise on the floor. Talk
about LOUD - for that confined echo chamber it seemed to be multiplied by a
factor of ten. Still it wasn't as loud as our yells had been. I picked up
Rusty's Airwalks again. It appeared that I was left with no other alternative
than my original plan - climb up on top of the lockers, throw the shoes through
the window - God they stunk - and see if it broke the window enough to allow an
exit. Still, we might end up being ten feet off the ground, even AFTER we broke
it. But then, we might have a better chance of someone hearing us if we
couldn't get out on our own. Actually I was looking forward to getting out on
our own and getting clear of the place before a cop saw us - and accused us of
breaking IN, or just bashing a window for the hell of it.
Before we went through with it, however, we agreed to try yelling in unison for
help at the door as loud as we could. Nothing, not a peep. "I guess you have
the best idea, Eddie," Scott said. "I guess we better go through with it, or we
may be here all weekend." I was getting a little antsy too because I could tell
now that I had skipped a big supper earlier - to be replaced by whatever came
of the evening after the prom. Actually the night had turned out much better
than I had expected.

Locating a chair, I climbed up onto the lockers. They supported me well; at
first I thought they might turn over with my weight, but I guess it was just
like riding my skateboard. I stood up - or rather, I stood up and bent over;
the ceiling was only about four feet above the top of the lockers. Smash!
Shatter! I took my meanest backswing and took out the pane. It broke about
two-thirds of the way down, but it was far enough to get out. Man, what a
break. Looking down, the pavement from the parking lot was a long way down, but
there was a concrete support alongside the base of the building that extended
about three feet out, under the roof of the building. It was only about a five
foot drop, I estimated. Scott agreed with me on that. Interesting.. all this
lack of attention, and evidently we had suddenly set off an alarm. I almost
paid no mind to the strip of aluminum tape that was pasted to the window. I
jumped out first since I skated and Scott did not; it was easy and almost
natural for me because I treated it just like an acid drop into a half pipe on
my skateboard. Damn, if I kept thinking in terms of skating, I might be
alright! Scott jumped and I caught him by the arms - drew him in close to my
body. "You okay?" I asked.
"Sure!"
"Let's split!" I said. He ran right up behind me. We got into his car because I
didn't drive that night. As we whizzed out of the parking lot, we caught sight
of a police car pulling into the lot. "Just in time," I said, "here comes the
cops."
"Cops? Maybe we yelled louder than we thought!" Scott snickered. "Naah. It was
that aluminum tape on that window. Probably triggered an alarm."
"Well, you sure triggered MY alarm," said Scott. "I was going to be riding home
with Patty. I'll never see her again," he said, but he didn't say it in anger,
he didn't say it in tears. He said it matter-of-factly. I didn't say a word,
but it came next. "Eddie.. listen. If you can keep things quiet.. I really like
you. I mean, a lot."
"You know I never talk about anything."
"I know.." I rode home with Scott and spent the night with him. After a good
night's sleep, he insisted that I start teaching him about skateboarding. He
was going to buy a board and start using some of those fine ramps he builds -
and he started using some of his experiences from that Friday night - as we
slept in his bed!
Ever since that night we have been hanging out together and hanging tough
together on our boards. Scott can really skate well now and we frequently spend
nights at each other's houses. If I can only wait until this summer...