Queer bent bastard

Suddenly, I was completely tongue-tied and just kind of stared at him. He seemed to be having the same problem. Finally, after about ten or fifteen seconds, I was able to choke out a, “Hi,” and reached out my hand. He responded with a similar rather weak, “Hi,” and reached up so we could shake hands. When I glanced over at the others, all of them had huge grins on their faces. It appeared that our reaction to each other was somewhat entertaining.

Kyle was new at school this year and I knew very little about him. I knew he was in all of my classes. I knew he was very quiet and almost painfully shy. I knew he was drop-dead gorgeous. I knew he had the greenest eyes and deepest dimples on the planet. And I knew I had a huge crush on him. I think I had heard his voice twice in six months, and both times I had almost melted into the floor. This guy was every gay boy’s ultimate fantasy, and now here he was, all tanned and beautiful, sitting on the edge of the pool in nothing but a pair of tiny white Speedos.