Starboy - Part 1

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I was eighteen when I fully began to understand what I was. It had baffled me for the longest time, I'd spent most of my teenage years trying to work it out, and then one day it just hit me.

On the outside, I was a completely normal, and admittedly handsome young man. I was in my final year of high school, I played football and was pretty damn good, too. I had a smoking hot girlfriend, and naturally, she was a cheerleader. Overall, I had it all going for me. Yet I had a secret too, a secret that very, very few people knew about.

You're probably thinking that my big secret is that I'm gay or bi, well I can honestly say that I am neither of those things. I love women, I love big succulent juicy tits, I love pussy like a dog loves a bone. I love how they look, how they smell, how they feel. I love their curves and dips, their soft lips, their hair, their eyes. Fuck, just thinking about it gets me bricked up.

The idea of being intimate with a man doesn't necessarily repulse me, but it certainly isn't causing any boners either. A guy's hairy ass is the perfect way to kill a stiffy, and kissing a man, now that ain't on my bucket list at all.

So with all of that in mind, one would wonder why, on a sunny Friday morning in June, my eyes remained firmly on Zander Griffith. He was the last person on the planet that anybody would expect me to be interested in.

He was eighteen, though a few months younger than me. Truth be told, I'd never even noticed him up until a few weeks ago. He was skinny, wore glasses too big for his face, had messy blonde hair that he seemed to neglect, and all in all, was a bit of a loser.

I'd heard his name before, most likely from some of the guys when they'd shout slurs at him from across the hall. I was rather impartial when it came to the relentless bullying that some of my douchebag buddies dished out. I didn't get involved, but I didn't stop it either.

So why was I glaring hungrily at the nerdy, quiet, irrelevant teenager? Well, I wanted to fuck him so hard that he'd walk like a cowboy for a month. That's why.

I wasn't attracted to him exactly, though I could see potential in him if he ever decided to look after himself instead of sitting in his parent's basement playing Dungeons and Dragons with his nerdy friends every night. He was however, something I'd termed a 'Starboy'.

Much like a star, these guys were nice to look at, most of the time anyway. Sometimes even the weird stars, the ones that didn't shine all that bright, the ones that weren't as big or sparkly as the others, sometimes they were nice to look at too, and Zander Griffith was certainly a weird star.

Another reason that I'd coined the term, was because it was almost impossible to actually touch a star, and as I watched the eighteen-year-old, lost in thought as he worked on his math paper, I desperately wondered what he would feel like beneath me.

Perhaps it was a domination thing. I enjoyed it with women, so maybe I'd enjoy it with men too. I considered tying him to my bed, driving my nine inch cock deep into his tight little ring and watching him squirm beneath me. That gave me a boner.

Maybe it was an innate curiosity that we all had. Did other guys feel the same? Did the guys on the football team dream about ripping off another guys underwear and sliding their rods into their assholes? It was doubtful.

Whatever the reason, my interest in Zander was growing rapidly, and by the time the bell rang, my cock was straining in my trousers. I took one last look at the strangely cute student as he rushed out the door and toward his next class. Fuck, I wanted him.

Much like the handful of other Starboys in the school, Zander was gay. He hadn't expressly come out to anybody, but I was accurately good at picking them out. I could tell by the way he acted around other guys. I could tell by where his eyes landed when we changed for gym class, and how he became withdrawn when the subject was brought up.

Was that what drew me to them? Did I enjoy being a fetish? The straight boy turned gay? The macho, manly, masculine guy who fucked the brains out of the effeminate, camp, flamboyant gays? Zander was none of those things though, and if it hadn't been for my pin point Gaydar, I'd have never even guessed that he was gay.

We shared only a few classes together. Zander was a genius, which meant that many of his classes were far beyond the level that many of us were in. Lunch time did afford me the opportunity to study him again though, and despite the hustle and bustle of the canteen, I eyed him cautiously as he sat alone at a table.

"Are you good, bro?" TJ asked me.

He was like a brother to me, but even he didn't know the arousing thoughts that were pulsing through my mind. He'd caught me in the act however, and he followed my line of sight.

"What a fucking fag, huh?" He scoffed, shovelling food into his mouth, "we should beat his ass".

As usual, I ignored him. TJ was a big talker, but he rarely followed up and so Zander would be safe for now.

He'd already changed into his gym clothes, something which he seemed to do regularly. He could escape the crowd before gym class, but he had no choice but to change in front of us after it. He wore a pair of shorts, they were loose enough that I could make out the cuff of his underwear up his smooth thigh. Briefs, likely purchased by his mom.

When the bell rang, everyone except for Zander pushed into the changing rooms and after a particularly gruelling class, everyone returned, sweaty, exhausted and eager to get home and start their weekend.

I sat on the bench naked. Not only was I completely unbothered by my own nudity, but I liked showing it off too. My cock was inches longer than even the second biggest one in the room. I'd always known it, and so too did everybody in the vicinity.

"Are you gonna' put that donkey dick away and get changed or what?" TJ scoffed as he slid his boxer briefs over his own decent sized rod.

"I'll catch up" I said wiping my face with my towel, "you go on ahead".

Zander hung around longer than the others. He was carefully eyeing everybody, doing his best to wait until they had all left before stripping. I could have cut him some slack and given him the privacy that he so desperately wanted, but I didn't.

"Are you sure?" TJ scoffed, "I can give you a ride".

"I'm good" I told him, and with a shrug, TJ left too.

Only a handful of students remained by the time Zander's eyes met mine. He was scared of me, which was understandable considering his head had been flushed down many a toilet in my presence. I watched him gulp and turn away, fumbling with his sweat soaked t-shirt and occasionally stealing another glance back at me.

I could tell that he was willing me to leave. We were the only two left now, and still he remained fully clothed. The entire experience was making me ferociously horny. It felt like perfect nature. The alpha male eyeing his prey. The wary victim, becoming frantic as he searched for escape.

Truth be told, I had no interest in Zander feeling like I was going to hurt him. Dominating the nerdy teen was one thing, but bullying him wasn't my intention. I stood up and walked toward my locker, my large flaccid cock smacking against my muscular thighs as I did.

It only took a split second, a fleeting glance, a mistake on his part. His eyes remained on my meat for a moment too long, and a flash of red crossed his cheeks as he promptly turned around.

I could have said something. I could have eased the growing tension by cracking a joke or making small talk, but his reluctance to undress was making me even more aroused. My cock twitched as he pretended to untie his shorts.

I leaned against the lockers, only feet from the nervous young man, and watched him. He glanced back, his eyes widening as he realised that I was focused solely on him. A look of dread washed over him and I smirked.

"I'm not gonna' beat you up" I told him, though my words seemed to float over him as his slim shoulders remained firmly against his neck.

"W... What do you want?" He asked nervously, refusing to turn back to me.

I considered his question. What did I want?

"I want to see you" I told him, and I heard him swallow.

"Why, so you can make fun of me?"

"No" I replied seriously, but couldn't find the words to elaborate further.

Zander stood in place for a moment, his brain likely racing as he tried to work out what to do. If he asked me to leave, I would, but so far, he hadn't.

"Take off your shorts" I said, and whilst my voice was stern, it wasn't cold.

"Why?" He asked again.

The questions he was asking were basic, but I didn't have answers for them. I stepped closer to him, and he jumped slightly.

"I'm not going to hurt you" I whispered, and wrapped my hands gently around his waist.

I could feel him tremble at my touch. His slim body shook, but he didn't resist as I slid the waistband slowly down his legs.

"D... Don't" he gasped, but his shorts were already falling to his ankles.

His pert butt filled his white briefs perfectly, and my cock swelled again. His hands cupped his junk and his legs slid closer together as I studied him carefully.

"Why are you so nervous?" I asked him, brutally battling the urge to rip the rest of his clothing from his slim body.

"W... Why?" He almost scoffed, "because you're gonna' hit me".

I could certainly understand his worry. Had the tables been turned, I wouldn't have trusted the popular, straight jock that towered behind me either.

I reached for him again, taking the bottom of his t-shirt and slowly gliding it up his lean frame. For a moment he resisted, keeping his arms firmly crossed against his chest, before seemingly giving up and allowing me to strip him further.

"I'm not going to hit you" I whispered, feeling his warmth as I trailed my finger down his spine.

Zander shivered as my fingertip toyed with the bottom of his smooth back. His reluctance was palpable, but he had yet to tell me to stop.

"No" he whimpered as I pulled the waistband of his briefs down slightly.

I stopped and waited as my cock reached full mast.

"Look" I said, but he shook his head.

"Zander, look" I repeated, sterner this time, and I slid my hand around his face and guided him back to me.

His cheeks were a deep red, and his eyes were wide with worry, until they found all nine inches of my large, meaty cock.

"You did this" I told him, stroking his cheek gently, "and you're gonna' fix it".

His large blue eyes darted between my cock and my face. His mouth went slack as the realisation of what I was asking hit him.

"W... What do you mean?" He stuttered, his mouth dry.

"Suck it" I whispered, guiding his hand until his fingers closed softly around my shaft.

For a moment, we both stood in silence. Zander continued to rattle, but he didn't remove his hand, and it appeared that all he could do was stare at the throbbing tool that he was holding.

I reached for him once more, but this time he didn't stop me. His briefs came down with ease, sliding over his plump little cock before they too fell to his ankles.

"It's pathetic" he sighed, covering it with his free hand.

I took him by the wrist and removed it. It was three inches maximum, and the head was covered with a long, wrinkled foreskin. Perhaps it embarrassed him, but for me, it was perfect.

"Suck it" I told him again, taking him by the back of the neck.

My grip was strong, but not forceful. If he didn't want to, he didn't have to, but as Zander took to his knees, his small prick began to twitch of it's own accord.

My cock was leaking. Dripping clear fluid onto the floor between him and I, and he watched as strings of it fell.

"Taste it" I whispered, running my strong hand through his messy hair and pulling him closer.

He continued to shake like a leaf, but his mouth opened and his tongue pushed between his lips. He caught a droplet, pulling it back into his mouth and savouring my taste, his cock stiffened fully, straining between his legs at five inches long.

Zander returned for more, his tremors easing as his tongue danced across my glans. A jolt of excitement rushed through my groin and I gasped.

I felt his breath on my cock and waited for the warmth of his mouth to close around it, but he pulled back and scrambled to his feet, dragging his briefs and shorts back up his legs and covering his erection quickly.

"I... I can't" he almost cried, "I have to go".

Without another word, Zander dressed back in his gym clothes and rushed by me. I watched him go, there was no point in pushing the matter. For now he would remain a virgin, but soon he would be mine, and that, I was sure of.