ALEX THE BOY by thejmcclellan
Discover the intoxicating world of desire and passion in “ALEX THE BOY” by thejmcclellan. This adult erotic tale explores the complexities of attraction, with steamy encounters and unforgettable moments that will leave you breathless. Dive into a journey of seduction and indulgence that promises to awaken your deepest fantasies. Read on to experience the allure!
He stood at 6″ 1′, the tallest in his class. , Alex was a plain boy, with a short dark curly mop of hair. He stood at 6″ 1′, the tallest in his class. He was slim and awkward due to his height. His skin was pale, slightly burned by the arrival of sun in Britain. His features were very feminine, with soft skin and thin dark eyebrows and pink lips. His eyes were brown – a beautiful milk chocolate colour which was the only striking thing about his person.
He was caught in the middle of puberty – several invisibly fair hairs under his nose and chin. His voice was breaking – shifting from it’s high-pitched boyhood into a deeper man’s voice. His top button was done up, his tie regulation length and his shirt uncreased. He was a model of perfection – he abided the rules fiercely and was reluctant to change.
Alex was sat in his German class, a square room painted in greys and whites, with modern plastic furniture. The teacher was female, with long blonde hair and large breasts, both visible through the leather-like black top, but his attention wasn’t on her – his gaze fell onto the back of a head of another student. A male student.
Alex had grown up hapilly – he’d never thought he was gay and had had several girlfriends. Even now, only rumours that he was gay remained – but he didn’t find himself attracted to every man – just certain ones. He liked them cute and boyish – he’d always liked them like that but he had become socially awkward in High School. He didn’t want to be gay – he just couldn’t help himself – he thrived on male/male contact.
The student who Alex craved was called Matthew Thompson. Alex desired him like sunworshippers desire the sun. The boy was shorter than he was, around 5″11. He had beautiful ocean blue eyes and sunkissed skin, his face covered in freckles which made him look so much younger than 15. His hair was short and spiky – a beautiful golden blonde. He was popular – shirt hanging out and tie just at visible length. He was kind and smart – perfect in every way
Almost as if Alex’s stare of lust could be felt on the back of his sunkissed neck, Matthew turned around in his chair. Alex hurriedly averting his eyes to the sheet of paper on his desk, pretending to read. He felt the same feeling of being watched and looked up. Matthew mouthed ‘Hi’ to him, and Alex felt his chest become tight. He smiled back, about to respond, but the piercing glared of his teacher fell upon him.
“Are you paying attention, Alex?” she asked curtly, and Alex nodded, apologising and sitting up immediately.
“Sorry miss.”
The teacher pursed her lips and returned to the rest of the class, who were muttering about the ‘swot’ being in trouble as if it were unheard of.
“Now, where was I?” the teacher consulted her book while Alex stole a glance at the other boy. Matthew smiled kindly at him and Alex smiled back. “Oh yes. Was habe du letztes Wochenende gemachst?”
The class read from the sheet before them, chanting in a monotonous voice. “Ich bin ins Kino gegangen.”
“Gute.”
The bell signalling the end of class rang loudly and clearly. While the teacher assigned homework, the class packed away their stuff and stood up.
She dismissed them row-by-row. As they left, in the midst of the scramble to leave, Alex felt his hand brush past Matthew’s ass in the commotion and his cheeks turned red, Matthew half-turning in curiously, with a smile on his face.
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Breaktime had come after an hour of English. Alex drank deeply from the carton of juice he’d bought, when a voice disturbed his silent drinking.
“Dude, are you O.K.?” asked Richard
Richard was slightly shorter than Alex, with dyed black hair and several faint freckles on his tanned face. His tie was loose and his shirt untucked, showing his toned body. His bag was slung over his shoulder, covered in mud. Alex smiled – Richard was his best friend. The pair had been friends since preschool – Richard was always the loudmouth and Alex had always been the brains. “You weren’t concentrating in German.” Richard noted dutifully. “Or English.”
Alex’s cheeks were reddening again. “I didn’t feel very well. It was too warm in there.” he lied flawlessly.
Richard smiled, though his concern remained. “You’re O.K. though, aren’t you?”
Alex nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine.”
The bell rang, signalling the end of break and the start of their third period – Maths.
“Stupid bitch, giving us homework for over the weekend.” Richard said as they walked towards their next class together. He was referring to their German teacher. “She’s happy to flash her tits but I bet she’s got a fanny like a bucket after all the men’s she’s slept with.”
Alex grimaced. “Cheers for the mental image, Rich.” he said sarcastically.
“No problem.” retorted Richard simply. “Have you seen Ben anywhere?” he was referring to the third member of their small group of friends.
Ben had auburn-coloured hair, and wore specs. He was the smartest in their classes. His family owned a newsagents, so they spent many nights there, helping themselves to sweets while his parents were busy and peeking in the dirty magazines.
Alex shook his head. “No – why?” he asked curiously.
It was Richard’s turn to blush. “No reason. Just wondered.” he lied. Alex smiled and the pair walked into Maths together.
Ben was already in their Maths classroom, sat in his usual seat at the back. The two boys joined him, and their fourth friend Ian – the raven-haired openly-bissexual mosher. Ian had vivid green eyes, and a gorgeous smile, dressed in his black hoody over the usual school shirt.
“Morning” said Ian, who was Welsh and had moved to Hillburys Senior School two years ago.
“Morning” Richard and Alex chorused, as they sat down on the table next to Ian and Ben’s.
“Morning Richie, Morning Alex.” Ben said from behind his specs. “No maths teacher,” he informed them. “She had a breakdown during first period. Someone told her that her kid was ugly.” The other boys smiled.
“That means we might get a supply teacher.” Richard said with a hopefuly smile.
No sooner had he said this, a young man – barely old than twenty, walked through the door. With boyish good looks, a cheeky smile and green eyes, he looked like a model with the long blonde locks. “Morning class.” he said, and the class chanted back his greeting.
“Morning Sir.”
Alex felt his dick stir in his pants because of the Scottish voice. He felt Richard shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“Today, we’re doing Algebra.” he said.
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Last lesson on Friday afternoon was Sport, a lesson which Alex hated most, except today. He was in Matthew’s tennis group, and the chance to see his object of desire in his sports outfit caused a longing in his heart that almost hurt.