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Chase's - WMASG - 11-16-2025
I had lived in Las Vegas my whole life. It was a pretty good place to live. I actually lived in the Whitney Ranch area, which was one of the really nice neighborhoods. Most of the houses are newer and most have pools and big backyards.
I knew I was gay when I started taking showers in seventh grade. I hadn't seen a naked guy before that - well, not really - and seeing them pretty much proved I was going to be gay.
I hid that really well from my friends. Being gay wasn't so easy then. In junior high it was pretty much a social death sentence, so there was no way to find out if anyone else was without taking a huge risk. I knew none of my few friends were, or they were hiding it as well as I was.
When I started high school, I really hoped that there being a lot more students would mean I could find someone else who was gay.
I tried to make lots of friends, but I was so shy that it was really hard to do. After a couple of weeks I had made a few, and I had hopes that this one guy was gay. His name was Aiden, and he was in my American Studies class. He sat next to me, and we talked and got to be friendly almost from the first day.
He wasn't the hottest guy, but he was plenty hot enough. About an inch taller than me, lean like me, and not skinny either. Really green eyes, and really blond hair, and really red lips. He kept his hair sort of short and really neat, parted on his left, with bangs swept over to his right. His nose was a bit long, and it looked like it had been broken at least once. Thin, blond eyebrows, and long, almost thick lashes of almost white. He had this little mole beneath his right eye, and a sprinkling of freckles across his nose and cheeks. Really clear complexion, too. He wasn't tan at all, and I tended to like tanned guys, but he broke that mold for me. He wore jeans all the time, with a un-tucked, patterned dress shirt over a white t-shirt. Always dressed like that. With white tennis shoes and short white socks.
He was a really nice guy, and I sort of got a vibe, if you know what I mean. Not at first. But after a few weeks, maybe a month, sometimes, as we walked down the hallway after class, it just seemed like he was checking me out. Sometimes I was almost sure he was looking at my crotch when I walked into class. I started turning at my desk as I sat down so that I sometimes faced him, and sometimes not, and I watched as sneakily as I could to see where he looked.
I was more sure as time went by that he was looking there, no matter which way I turned. So one day I wore these one jeans, that were pretty tight, and that really showed off my crotch and butt. And when I walked in, and got to my desk, I was positive he was checking it out. And he seemed to be in a really good mood, or he smiled a lot for some reason. And he turned red, too. Not only that, but I saw him adjust his boner a couple of minutes after class started. And he looked over at me a lot, sort of slyly, and looking down, where those jeans made my crotch bulge up a lot. On the way down the hallway after class, he kept glancing down there, too.
I was really sure he was checking me out.