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I attend Truham-Higgs Grammar School.  It used to be a boys-only school called Truham Grammar School for Boys until our sister school across the way, Higgs, burned down.  

This was a pretty damn good development for all the horny teenage boys at my school.  I'm also happy about it because I was reunited with one of my long-time best friends, Elle, and our newer friends, Darcy & Tara.  Darcy and Tara happen to be an out-and-proud lesbian couple.

The influx of girls didn't do much for my hormones at all.

Oh, I guess it would help if I actually told you a little bit about me. 

My name is Charlie.  Charlie Spring.  I am 17 years old and am currently navigating my final year at Truham in Year 13. 

I am 100% certified gay as hell and out and proud.  Well...prouder than I used to be, anyway.

I was outed in Year 9 and suffered a lot of bullying at the hands of my fellow students, particularly the more jock types...especially from the rugby team.

Anyway, other than the gay thing, I'm a pretty typical nerd.  Nick likes to call me a gay nerd.

Oh, Nick.  Now let me tell you about him.  Nicholas Nelson.  He is 9 months older than I am and graduated from Truham last term.  He is currently off getting an education at Leeds University.  He is majoring in Sports & Recreation Management so he can eventually become a rugby coach someday.  But in his more immediate future, he is at Leeds on a rugby scholarship with dreams of pursuing the sport as a professional.

And the object of my self-gratification exercises at night with his highly successful OnlyFans account where he is currently raking in over 50,000 pounds a month since I started occasionally joining him the day of my 18th birthday.

Oh, and he has also been my boyfriend since I was 14.

A lot of people love to tell stories of how they found true romance and those kinds of stories are GREAT!  They really are!

But the story of me and Nick...well...it started out a bit different.

Most of the time, when you become a boyfriend (or a girlfriend), you typically start off going on a series of dates, decide at some point to be official, and eventually have sex in whatever form you choose to have it.  That's the usual blueprint, right?

Well, Nick and I kind of went backward.  We fucked first, called each other boyfriends second, and then started going out on dates.  Okay...well, technically we went out on a date before we fucked for the first time...but then again we fucked for the first time while AT the date!  Let me tell you all about that!

3 years ago, I was 14 years old and in Year 10.  Despite the trauma of being outed last year and the bullying I previously mentioned, I persevered with the help of my friends and family.

My reputation as a 'gay nerd,' as Nick likes to call me now, is well-earned since I am gay and am at the top of my class grades-wise.  

But when it comes to boys, I've had little to no luck there since I was the only out boy at my school that I knew about.  

I was so ready to fuck.  God knows I was so ready to fuck!  I wanted to surrender my V card as soon as possible...but not to just any random person.  

Truth be known...I would give anything for Nick to be my first.  But, of course, the object of all of my fantasies and desires is 100% certifiably straight.

I really didn't plan to talk about myself and my wants.  I really wanted to tell you about my Nick.

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Nick Nelson was a walking wet dream to just about every straight/bi girl and every gay/bi boy...and he KNEW it too.  He was tall (6'3"), possibly the strongest boy in school with his MASSIVE pecs, his super strong rugby arms, and thick thighs that look like they could easily crush someone's skull.  Hair like a blond dream.

Nick had 3 primary reputations at school.

The first was he was given the nickname 'Rugby King' due to his incredible athletic prowess on the rugby pitch.

The second was that he was an absolute Casanova.  His teammates would joke about how if it could walk and have tits, Nick would fuck it.

They weren't exactly wrong about that either.  

Nick Nelson LOVED to fuck.  He wasn't particularly picky about which girl he fucked just as long as he fucked them.  

At the same time, he let them know he was not looking for a relationship.  He only wanted a good old-fashioned no-strings-attached fuck.

The third primary reputation Nick also possessed...the boy could fuck.  I mean he absolutely knew how to FUCK!  

Let's put it this way.  By the time he was 13 years old, he was the envy of the boy's locker room with what he had swinging between his legs.

One thing about Nick Nelson...he was not shy.

Despite the fact he could be considered the equivalent of a male whore (and there is NOTHING wrong with that, BTW), he was also very gentlemanly with the girls he fucked.

Nick's sexual reputation seems to know little bounds.  Guys like to say he's fucked every girl in school, which isn't likely.  Sure, he's fucked quite a number of them, but nowhere near 'all' of them.  

There is also a rumor that, once upon a time, I actually did believe.  The rumor was he had been regularly fucking his Year 9 French teacher.  When I eventually worked up the nerve to ask him about that, he told me it wasn't true and didn't have any idea how that rumor even started.

I laughed at that.  I told him it probably started because it was clear that his Maths teacher, Miss Edwards, had the hots for him.  She blushed whenever he was around.  She even seemed to be a bit handsy with him.  She would look at Nick like nobody else was even there.  Then I see Nick smile and wink back at her on occasion.

Nick admitted to me he most definitely did flirt with her...but only to help a little with his grades.

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I've known Nick forever, it seems.  We've been best friends since I was 5 and he was 6.  We were virtually inseparable...at least until he hit puberty and started to hit the gym hard to make his body the most massive he could make it to help him on the rugby pitch.

While we remained best friends, his obsession with rugby (and girls) had the unfortunate side effect of not leaving much room for us to hang out like we used to.  That changed again after I was outed.  Nick was like my rock during that difficult period of my life.  While he still remained committed to playing rugby, he noticeably lowered the amount of hanging out he did with the other rugby lads and actually completely stopped having hookups.  

3 Years Ago

3 years ago, I was 14.  Nick was 15.  I have had a HUGE crush on my best friend for as long as I can remember and things took a major turn in our friend relationship.  The rugby team was down several players and was desperate to add at least 1 so they could officially have a reserve and be eligible to play competitive matches with other area school teams.  Nick came up to me and asked me to be the reserve.  He practically begged me.  Luckily for him, I was crushing so hard on him and I was a sports fanatic (watching more than playing) and I agreed.  Nick taught me all the basics of playing rugby.  Granted, I knew the rules already as I had attended every game he played if I could, but I still had a lot to learn about the strategies involved.  

I never expected I would ever get to actually play in a game, but one day Coach Singh had to put me in due to some 'unavoidable dentist appointment.'  I mean, WTF...it was a Saturday morning.  What dentist's office is open on a Saturday morning?  But whatever.

So, I'm inserted into the game.  Being, by far, the skinniest boy on the field, it took next to nothing to tackle me, so my team rarely tossed me the ball.  I was just a warm body, for all practical purposes.

Near the end of the game, we trailed by 4 points.  We had to score a try to secure the win and, as you would expect, our rugby king was running for the try line but was triple-teamed and as he was being brought down, tossed the ball back to my wide-open hands.  

I immediately took off running for the try line about to win the game.  I had no one in front of me.  I was about to just waltz right on in and win the game until disaster struck.  The field was muddy and I slipped and fell forward with the ball slipping out of my hands.  2 seconds later the game was over.  My slip-up cost us the game.  I was devastated.  I was so afraid of what my teammates would say.  Probably things about how I can't do sports since I'm gay or some other homophobic BS like that.

As expected, I approach the locker room and can hear them bitching about me before I even walk in.  I can hear Nick defending me like the best friend he is.  I walk in and sit down next to Nick and don't say anything to anyone or even look at anyone.

I felt like utter shit.

Nick puts his arm around my shoulders.

"Hey, Char...don't let it get you down.  Things like that happen to the best of us.  Not a guy in here can ever claim they didn't slip on a muddy pitch before.  Besides...most of them are idiots anyway."

I thank him for trying to lift my spirits, but it didn't really help too much.  Nick noticed.

I always hung back a bit and never showered in the school showers.  I always waited until I got home.  I didn't want to be accused of checking everyone's junk out because all of us gay boys are sexual deviants who lust after every straight boy out there, of course.

Nick continued to talk to me, not having taken a shower yet either, until the locker room was completely cleared out of everyone except him and me.

"Come on," Nick says and he gets up to stand while also pulling me up to my feet.

"What," I ask.

"Let's go take a shower," he said.

Suddenly, the English language has forsaken me and I can't respond.

Nick expected as much.

"Look, Charlie, I know you choose not to shower here because of the guys.  But now it's just you and me.  You know I would never judge you, right?"

"Yeah," I respond.

"Then let's go," he says as he rips his shirt off and pulls down his rugby shorts standing in front of me in nothing but his jockstrap before turning around where I am greeted with a Nick Nelson well-defined solid mass of butt muscles framed by the outline of his jock.

Nick then turned around with a smirk.

"Oh, and Char?"

I finally find my language skills again.

"You can look if you want.  I don't mind.  I like the ego boost," he says before he winks at me.

I stand there with eyes that felt like they were going to bug out of my head.  Nick sees this and laughs and comes back over to me.

"Lift your arms up," he tells me, so I do.

Nick takes my shirt off.

He then places both of his hands on the waistband of my rugby shorts and looks up for permission.  I nod my head slowly.  Now we're both standing there in just our jocks.  

Wasting no more time, Nick then leans over again and pulls my jock all the way off and then pulls his own off.  He then holds out his hand for me to take, which I do, and walks us to the communal showers where we proceed to clean ourselves.

Even though he told me he didn't mind me looking at him, and believe me I looked a LOT, I still tried to be discreet about it.

Nick just talked to me like it was nothing.  We were fully nude but we could have been fully clothed and carried on the exact same conversation like it wasn't anything.  

Unfortunately for me, once he had his entire body dripping with soap, I had to turn around and face away from him as my cock was getting hard.

I hear Nick giggle for a moment.

"You can turn back around, Char.  You have nothing to be embarrassed about.  I'm sporting a little wood too.  It's just biology."

I slowly turn back around and his idea of sporting 'a little wood' was nothing of the sort.  He was fully hard.  Now I see why this boy gets to fuck everything that moves.  His cock can only be described as a 'porn cock.'  Good lord!

"So, Char...do you want to go to the drive-in movies with me tonight?  Then we can hang out after or something."

"Sure, that sounds fine," I respond.

Nick gives me his trademark side smirk.

"Okay, I'll pick you up at your house at 7," Nick tells me and I agree.

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I spend the 6-7 pm hour obsessing over what to wear before deciding on a purple button-up shirt, leaving the top 3 buttons undone, my usual Converse shoes, and my pair of skinny jeans with the holes ripped in them.  Nick liked to joke that those were my 'fuck me' jeans.  I don't know about that since no one has ever tried to fuck me when I've worn them.

Nick is right on time and we go off to the drive-in.  While he was trying to find a good spot, a thought occurred to me.

"Not that I don't love hanging out with you, it's Friday night.  Why aren't you out with some girl tonight trying to get laid," I ask him.

Nick looks at me with a look that was half determined and half trying to think how he can explain.

"Char, sometimes I just get so tired of their shit, you know?  I love sex and most of the time it is a no-strings-attached fuck.  I've only ever taken 3 girls on more than 1 date.  And all three of them acted as if I just proposed marriage to them and started to treat me like that."

I said I understand, but I really didn't since I was still a full-fledged virgin.

We're about a quarter of the way into the movie we're watching, I don't even know what it is as I'm too hyper-aware of being in close proximity with Nick.  I turn the volume to the movie down.

"Nick, can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah."

At this point, I knew about Nick's 'Casanova' reputation but I never really asked him about it and that bothered me.  So I decided to do it.

"Nick, is it true what all the guys say about you?"

"Well, if you tell me what they are saying, I can tell you," he responds.

"Well, you the rumors I hear is that you get to fuck any girl you want.  Is that true?"

Nick thinks for a moment before answering.

"No, not just any girl.  I've had my fair share, don't get me wrong.  As I've said, I love to fuck, but that doesn't mean I fuck all the time or just anyone, you know how it is."

"Well, uh, no I don't, actually," I respond.  "God, I wish I did know how it was."

Nick seemed surprised.

"Char, you're still a virgin?  How is someone as hot as you still a virgin?"

"Um, gay," I say as I point to myself.  "Do you know any other boys at school who are gay?"

"Well, no, you're right," he admits.

"And, obviously, I don't plan to dick a girl anytime soon," I laugh.  But Nick doesn't.  

"Fuck, Char.  I'm sorry.  We're best friends and sometimes I just forget that our dating and sex pool isn't filled the same way.  God, what a terrible friend I am."

"It's okay, Nick."

"Well, have you had your eyes on any boys outside of school," he asks.

I tell him I've met a few boys outside of school but have never worked up the urge to ask them out.

"And even if I did, I don't know any moves to possibly put on them if we did try to have sex," I groan.

Nick puts up the seat divider in his car that separates the driver's seat he is in and the passenger seat I am in.

"Char, come over here to me, and let me show you a few moves that I think would work for you," he says to me.

I look at him with eyes wide.  Nick chuckles at me.

"Charlie, it's okay.  We're both boys working with the exact same equipment.  I know how your equipment works.  Nothing to be ashamed of."

So I move over and get close to him.

"Okay, Char...show me how you kiss another boy."

"What," I respond in surprise.

"I want you to kiss me as if I was a date you were going to try to hook up with tonight."

"Um...is that a good idea," I ask him.

"Char, I can't help you out if I can't figure out how you are doing things," he says.

"Oh, okay.  That makes sense, I guess."

"Yeah, it really doesn't have to be a big deal."

I nod my head as I look into his eyes.

Nick takes some initiative here and lovingly places one of his hands around the back of my neck and pulls me to him.  I go willingly as we embrace in a closed-mouth kiss before Nick pulls back.

"Charlie, I hope you are excellent at jacking off for the rest of your life because that kind of kiss won't get you anywhere."

That kind of angered me a bit.

"Yeah?  Well, if you're so fucking good at it, show me," I challenge.

Nick gives me a smoldering smirk that I think he knows drives me crazy before he leans over and puts one hand in the back of my hair and the other one at the back of my neck and smashes our mouths together.

He then bends my neck back a little bit and I feel his tongue trying to gain entry into my mouth.  I let him in.  He plants his tongue so deep into my mouth that I thought I might have accidentally swallowed it.  I had never felt anything like this before.  

At first, I'm struggling a little bit and started to pull away but Nick wasn't having it and holds me tight with his big strong rugby arms.

He then briefly pulls back and just looks at me.

"Charlie, I want you to close your eyes and think of the sexiest boy you know," he says to me before smashing our mouths together again.

Of course, the sexiest boy I know is Nick Nelson, so I don't exactly have to pretend here.  I'm really getting turned on now.

Nick pulls off of my mouth and starts to kiss my neck.

"Okay, Char, this is possibly the most important part.  While he is totally into it, you get to start feeling him all over."

Nick moves his hand that was on my neck down to my thigh and starts to massage it right under my balls.  He takes the hand that was in my hair and moves it to my chest all while continuing to kiss down and around my face and neck.  I feel like I'm starting to come undone.

Nick then pulls back slightly and whispers in my ear.

"Char, now it's time to go for it.  This is when you take your hand and start to palm the boy over his crotch, just like this," he says as I suddenly feel his large hand begin to massage my cock over my jeans.  I'm a bit embarrassed due to the fact my cock is fully hard right now, but Nick is unperturbed.  He continues to massage my cock through my jeans and kiss me all over.  Suddenly he comes back up to my face and smashes our mouths together again.  His tongue snakes down my throat again and before I could reciprocate the tongue movement, I hear a zipper come down.  Nick just took down my zipper and has pulled my cock out of my pants and is stroking it up and down slowly.

I am so turned on that it isn't going to take much for me to cum.

"Shit, Nick...I'm about to cum if you don't stop," I plead.

Nick shakes his head.

"No turning back now, Char," he says before suddenly stopping and in one quick movement, is over in my seat and lays the seat back, and, once again, smashes his mouth onto mine.  

With little effort, he now has my jeans and boxers down to my ankles before pulling them completely off of me.  I'm now in his car wearing nothing but my shirt, which he then quickly unbuttons and opens up, but leaves it on.

He then leans back and takes off his own pants and boxers as well as his extremely tight t-shirt and is now fully nude.

Thank God his windows are dark-tinted.

As soon as he finished taking off all of his clothes, I feel both of his hands grab the cheeks of my ass.

"God, Char...you are so hot.  I've wanted this for so long."

"You, uh, you have," I stammer.

"Yeah.  Every girl I've ever fucked I only imagined they were you."

I am astonished by this admission and turned on even more.  I'm more than ready to give everything to the boy of my dreams.

"Nick, I want you so bad."

"Yeah," he smirks.

"Yeah!"

Nick leans back a bit and pushes my legs up exposing my hole.  The first thing I see is Nick lick his lips before diving in.

"Preparation, Char, is VERY important here...especially if you are about to be railed by a cock like mine."

I'm not even sure I could hear him anymore because I think all of my nerve endings were exploding all at once.

I feel Nick reach over and take something out of the pocket of his discarded jeans.

"Pocket lube...never leave home without it," he laughs as he lubes up a finger.

He takes the lubed-up finger and traces it around my rim before slowly inserting it in.  Once he is fully in, he starts to move it in and out while at the same time starting to tongue my hole again, all of which is driving me to the point of insanity.

He eventually works two and then three fingers inside of me.  He begins to scissor me in an attempt to better open me up before I hear the top of the lube bottle pop open again.  I see him lubing up his massive cock.

"Do you think you're ready, baby," he asks me.

"Nick, fuck me already," I moan.  "I want you to slam it into me right now!  Don't hold back!"

"Are you, are you sure?"

"Nick...do I need to send you a written invitation?  Fuck me so I can't walk out of this car!"

Nick wastes no time lifting up my ass and slams the entire length of his cock into me.

I scream in ecstasy.  It hurt like a motherfucker, not gonna lie, but sometimes I like the hurt and right now I absolutely LOVED it.

Nick is so skilled at this.  He is railing me so hard that the entire car is moving back and forth.  

"Char, you're taking my cock so good.  I'm going to destroy you!"

"Destroy me!  PLEASE destroy me!"

Nick is railing me so hard at the same time he is kissing me so hard.  I have fingered myself before and inserted objects inside myself before, but I have never felt anything this good.  Every stroke is now hitting my prostate.  

Nick suddenly stops kissing me.

"Char, I'm about to explode," he says as he starts to pull out.

I slam my legs around his waist.

"Don't you dare pull out!  Fucking breed me right now, Nicholas Luke Nelson!"

Nick gives me the dirtiest smirk I've ever seen and, once again, picks up the pace.  He is fucking me so goddamn hard right now his balls are slapping my ass hard...and I'm loving every second of that!

Suddenly I tense up and I blow my load onto both of us despite the fact I wasn't touching my cock.

The pressure of my release caused my ass to squeeze extra hard around his cock and with a loud scream, he explodes his load inside me.

After a moment, he pulls out and pushes my legs back up to my head.

"Cleanup is also very important, Char," he smirks again before diving his tongue back into my hole and slurping out the seed he had just laid.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, NICK," I yell.

After a few minutes, he finally pulls his face out of my ass before putting his cock right back in there but doesn't thrust.

He then lets my legs go down just a bit as he stares deep into my eyes with a very satisfied grin on his face.

"And...that's how it's done," he says.

I cannot help myself and just bust out laughing at how ridiculous this all was.

"God, Nick...I fucking love you so much."

"Fuck, Char...not you too," he moans.

"What," I ask.

"I guess I am too good of a fuck that now you want to marry me," he grins.

We both collapse into each other's arms laughing.

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Present Day:

The first time Nick and I fucked, I was 14 and he was 15.  It was an experience neither of us will ever forget.

Oh...and since the night at the drive-in, my hole is the ONLY one Nick Nelson has fucked.  

Our transition from best friends to boyfriends was nearly seamless.  The only big change in our dynamic is now we fucked like rabbits and couldn't keep our hands off of each other.

Nick came out as bisexual and as my boyfriend 3 days after our first time together.  He said he had already worked out what he was and had been afraid to tell me due to his crush on me that he didn't think I reciprocated.  Our friends all laughed at that because, apparently, I was so over the moon in love with Nick that it was obvious to anyone who had a brain.

I had just gotten out of school waiting for Tori to pick me up when, suddenly, a pair of hands covers my eyes from behind.

"Hey, sweetheart," he says before I turn around and kiss him hard on the lips right in front of the school to the sound of wolf-whistling.  

"I missed you," I tell him.

Nick had just come home from university and surprised me by being the one to pick me up.

Needless to say, we barely got out of his bed for the next 2 days.

I'm almost finished with Year 13 at school and then I'll be joining him at Leeds.

"Those poor suckers," I laugh about his roommates.

"Yeah," Nick agrees.  "They have NO idea that they will be living with 2 horny boys raking in the big bucks with our highly-successful OnlyFans set up!"

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