Notes: This is a gay male story. There is sex but also a fair amount of story. All characters engaging in sexual activity are above the age of 18.

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He was watching me again from across the courtyard.

I nuzzled my boyfriend’s neck. When I peeked over, Alexander was still watching. His face was harder. His sharp jaw clenched and handsome cheek muscles… wait, wait, wait. I mean his completely average, normal face. I internally rolled my eyes. I got closer to Noah as a message to Alexander that I’m taken. Definitely not because I was enjoying his weird reaction.

Noah squeezed my thigh under the table. “Dylan, you’re super cute, but you know how I feel about PDA.”

I actually rolled my eyes this time and pulled away. I loved Noah. I really did. But ugh. Not only did he not like PDA (public displays of affection), he also wasn’t a fan of the other PDA (private displays of affection), as in sex. Because of his faith, he didn’t believe in penetrative sex until marriage. And he wasn’t all that aggressive with the other types of sex we had either.

I sighed. But we got along great otherwise, and I couldn’t complain about him in any other way. He was the classic golden boy at my private all boys high school for the 1% of the 1% of the wealthy, and I was an overachieving pretty boy. It would be weird if we hadn’t ended up together. Besides denying me sex, he was a great boyfriend… Maybe the passion I saw in movies and read in books was just as fictional as the sources…

Meanwhile, Alexander the fourth (yes, you read that right, that pretentious man) had transferred to our school at the end of freshman year.

The first interaction I had with him was a few days after his arrival when I was walking down the hallway and saw a junior shove him against a locker. Alexander seemed bewildered, and I don’t like bullies. The junior started belittling him, so I stepped between them with my smaller frame and told the larger junior to cut it out and pick on someone his own size. Though, when I looked between them, Alexander even then was pretty large, almost bigger than the junior.

Alexander started laughing. He asked the junior his name, who replied with his full name as if it should hold weight. Life lesson: If you have to say ‘Do you know who my father is?’ then your father isn’t important enough. Alexander typed something on his phone, chuckled again, and walked away.

The next day, the same junior was literally on his knees in front of Alexander begging him for mercy. He used that junior as his errand boy for the rest of the year.

When I asked Alexander what happened, he replied, “Who knows. Maybe my dad tanked his family’s company’s stocks, or if his family doesn’t have their own business, he threatened to have his parents fired. I don’t care enough to actually find out.”

“That’s…” I didn’t know what to say.

He touched the ends of my hair and brushed the shell of my ear, causing me to shiver. He said, “Thanks, by the way, for trying to stand up for me. No one’s done that before. You’re a cutie. You have a boyfriend?”

I blushed. “Yeah, Noah and I have been dating for a few months now.”

“Shame,” he tucked his hands in his pockets and walked away.

He was mostly a loner, but all the guys welcomed him whenever he wanted, out of respect or fear. He was invited to all the parties. He played sports and attended some clubs when he felt like it. Honestly, he was kind of a jerk to most people with his relaxed but intense no cares given attitude.

He’s been watching me from afar ever since.

……

Now, as 18 year old seniors, Noah and I hung out most most of the summer before senior year without parental supervision. We were having a movie night when things got hot and heavy.

His body pressed mine into the couch. His bulge rubbed against mine. I whimpered, wanting more, but he pulled back, putting distance between us.

I hated when he got me all worked up and stopped like that! He always said he had to pull back ‘before he lost control.’

“Uuughh!! Why won’t you just fuck me, Noah? You can’t even get me pregnant!”

Noah laughed. I’m frustrated, and he laughed! “First, language. And where is this coming from?” He has the audacity to ask me that?

“Seriously? Do you not even want me?”

“Of course, I do. You know it’s difficult for me to hold back.”

“It doesn’t feel like it,” I muttered.

“What do you mean by that?”

“You never want to hold my hand or do anything in public, and even in private, it seems like… I’m the one always wanting more. Like, I know you’re into it, but it’s like you’re not into it as much as I am…” Could I sound any lamer? Did I sound like some sex nympho? A virgin nympho?

He got closer and put his hands on my shoulders, like he was calming an irrational person. “Honey, you know I’m really dedicated to my faith. It has nothing to do with you.”

Ugh, I also kind of hated when he called me honey. It was so impersonal, and I didn’t feel like it fit me at all, but it was his only form of endearment, so I never said anything. “But I…” I looked away.

“What is it?”

“I shouldn’t have to beg my boyfriend for physical affection! I respect your beliefs. I really really do… But what about what I want? The fact of the matter is that it’s not just the sex. It’s the rest, too. I shouldn’t constantly be waiting for you to hand out crumbs of attention.”

“That’s unfair. You know I love you.”

“I know…” I bit my lip and looked at his puppy dog face. His cute puppy dog face always got me. But I wasn’t going to let it anymore. “But I want more. I think…” I took a deep breath. “I think we should break up.”

He physically pulled back. “Seriously? You’re going to throw away a 3 year relationship because of sex?”

“It’s not only that. Haven’t you been listening to me? Do you not get that I want…” I didn’t know how to say it… to be pampered, spoiled, indulged, passionately wanted. “Just more.”

“Fine,” he said in a snippy voice and walked away. That was quite frankly the highest degree of emotion I’d seen from him.

Did I just make a mistake breaking up with an essentially perfect boyfriend? And for what? Possibly imaginary ‘passion?’ I sure hoped not.

……

That weekend, I went to a beach party hosted by Ashley, one of my friends from school. He met me at the door with a hug.

“Salut, Dylan! You’re looking tres hot tonight!”

“Merci, you too!”

“Come on, bonfire’s started on the beach. Drinks are across from my cousin’s band whose playing.”

“Cool.”

The usual was there, so basically everyone who was anybody.

My family was well off, but within the elite, we were small fish. I learned this early on, and I think that’s part of the reason I worked so hard to have straight As, play varsity sports, be yearbook editor, lead student council, and president the philanthropy clubs. Even when lacking familial power, accomplished, successful people are harder to ignore. But I had to be at peak performance at all times. Sometimes, it was fun winning the stupid, little games people came up with, and sometimes it was exhausting.

“How was everyone’s summer?”

“My family went to Hawaii, again. I’m so sick of it!”

“I did a tour of East Asia. All the noteworthy places only though- Singapore, Hong Kong, Tokyo.”

“I’m so jealous!”

“Did you guys hear about the new transfer student starting senior year with us? So weird to have someone new at the end of high school.”

“Yeah, he’s nothing special. I met him when he came to tour campus last year. He reeks of new money.”

“Gross.”

The news that our school’s ‘power couple’ broke up spread fast, so I wasn’t surprised when the questions began being directed towards me.

“Why did you break up?”

“What’d you fight about?”

“Oh, look! There he is!”

I turned my head as Noah entered from the house’s back door, joining everyone on the beach. He smiled shyly at me and waved. I waved too then turned my back to him.

Miles was apparently one of my frenemies who either was showing his real face for the first time or I just never noticed. He did this stupid dis all the time. He’d compliment something, then immediately after the person said thanks, he’d follow up with a disparaging remark. (Example: “Your shoes are so cute!” “Thanks!” “For a child. Loser.”)

This evening, he had the audacity to try it on me. As if.

“Dylan, nice Dior bag,” he started with the smile of a snake.

It was actually one of my favorites, but I said, “Don’t you know this is all the way from 2 seasons ago? That’s why I brought it to the beach.”

He turned red, but followed up with, “Noah has the most handsome smile. Doesn’t he? Do you regret losing him, yet? Maybe I’ll have a go, since he’s on the market now. You wouldn’t mind would you?”

“Not at all, especially since I didn’t lose him. I threw him away, and you’re more than welcome to my sloppy seconds.”

I regretted saying I threw Noah away, because he didn’t deserve that at all. Cringe. I’m a horrible person. Ugh, I shouldn’t stoop so low.

While I was stewing in my mind the best way to backtrack, Miles stomped away upset as a few of the guys laughed at him.

Some while later, Noah approached me. Everyone was watching, discreetly and not so discreetly.

“Can I talk to you for a sec?”

“Sure.” We shifted just a few steps away from the bonfire for enough privacy to not be overheard. He handed me a new, cold pop, which I accepted. He then took the alcoholic drink out of my hand and tossed it aside. I rolled my eyes. He didn’t like me drinking alcohol, but he drank alcoholic beverages just fine.

“Miles said you called me trash. Do you hate me that much?”

“No, I’d never say that! He implied you broke up with me, uhm, but obviously I was the one to end it… so… I said… I threw you away… I didn’t mean it that way. I’m so sorry. I totally regretted saying it as soon as I did, but-“

“But you didn’t correct yourself.”

“No, I didn’t. Sorry.” I truly felt horrible.

“Don’t start arguments with your friends.”

“I didn’t start it! He did. But I will always be the one to finish it!”

He gave me a disbelieving look.

Why did Noah never believe me? I could say some things better, but I’m always honest. Always. Sure, he was a nice guy who tried to broker peace, but it often simply felt like he wasn’t on my side. It felt like it didn’t matter to him who was right or wrong or what the situation was, just that everything should be calm, and nothing should rock the boat.

“Just talk it out with Miles.” Why was he so pushy about this?

“I’ll listen when he apologizes. And what’s with all this Miles this, Miles that? He literally told me today he was going to make a move for you. You should accept it. Then you’d both be out of my hair.”

“Come on, don’t be like that. Everyone knows we’re getting back together.”

“I beg your pardon? Why didn’t I know about this?”

“I get it. Let me spend a few days in the doghouse. I already miss you so much.”

I wasn’t some petulant boyfriend who broke up a relationship for drama or something. I genuinely meant it.

“We are not getting back together. Didn’t you understand anything I tried to tell you?” I was sick of him not actually listening and just deciding whatever he wanted in respect to me. It’s my life!

I walked over to where the live music was playing. I took the microphone.

“Hello seniors!! Who’s ready to live it up this year?!” Alcohol flowing, everyone cheered. “A formal announcement: Since Noah and I are officially broken up, I am now accepting applications for a senior year boyfriend!” People laughed and cheered and some just looked confused. I briefly met Alexander’s eyes while looking across the crowd. Even he was chuckling and raised a glass.

I returned the microphone to the singer and walked back to my group of friends, bypassing Noah and ignoring him all together for the rest of the night.

……

With just a few weeks of summer left, I decided this was going to be MY summer. I was going to enjoy the single life and live to the fullest.

My older siblings were closer in age and were able to support each other through each step of their lives, which sometimes I was a little jealous of. I was an accident. Being the youngest and having older parents than most for my age, I was frankly spoiled and didn’t have a lot of oversight. My parents checked in on me every few days or weeks to make sure I was alive and that was the extent of my supervision.

I was tired of people from my school asking about the break up, so I decided to make new friends. I joined a local running group and a new tennis club.

I also started making time for myself, being comfortable just being alone. I grabbed a pool bag and went to a *public* beach! Alone! That way I could rest, away from anyone who knew me.

I was a beautiful sunny day. I found a random spot on the sand and laid on my towel, covered in tanning oil.

I was so relaxed, I was almost asleep, when a thud sound and sand flying all over me caused me to sit up.

A volleyball had landed next to me. A girl waved and apologized, running from a volleyball net that had been set up.

I hit it back.

“Hey, nice toss!”

I noticed the group had an odd number of players.

“You want another player to even out the teams?”

“Why not!” She smiled.

I joined the team with fewer players, and everyone briefly introduced themselves. They were a group of seniors from the local public high school.

They were pleasantly surprised to find that I’m awesome at volleyball. I’m shorter than some, but I have a mean serve and play setter on my school’s varsity team.

One guy named Kade was especially good too. He was super tall and on the leaner side with bleached hair. The blond coloring looked unnatural, but he looked naturally hot. I set him up for the best spikes.

Between breaks, I think I stared too much at him.

He flexed and asked, “Like what you see?”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to stare… I’ve never… When do you have to dye your hair back to a natural color by, since you can’t wear a hat at school to cover the blond?”

He laughed. “School? What are you talking about? You must come from a sheltered family. Or are you from up on the hill?”

“Uuuuh…”

“Dude! I’m just kidding. Those swanky guys never come down here. Keep setting me up, ‘kay? We’re crushing, thanks to you!”

When we won, Kade lifted me up on his shoulders! The group ran towards the water, and Kade threw me into the ocean! We swam around and played toss in the waves.

In the evening, the girl who first invited me to play also invited me to join them for dancing. She said everyone would go home to shower and dress, then would meet at the address she gave me.

I enthusiastically agreed! Noah disliked dancing, clubs, and drinking. Not that I wanted to go out all the time, but I did want to go out every once in a while. Without him, now I was going to an 18+ club! Woohoo!

When I arrived home, I found Lucie, our housekeeper, in the kitchen.

“You look happy, dear. Do you need help with anything?” she greeted me.

I explained the situation and asked her to show me where she put the bag of old clothes I had set aside for donation. She also fed me some delicious chicken wraps she’d prepared. She’s the best. I rummaged through the bag. Ugh, apparently all I owned was designer clothes! I settled on my worst clothes, Armani jeans and a shirt that didn’t look too obvious I hoped.

I also texted Ashley the address of the club, so he’d be able to give it to the police, if I went missing tonight.

I arrived on the dot, realizing that most of the group trickled in after the meeting time as the club picked up pace. They passed around a clear water bottle filled with vodka for shots between our soda drinks.

Kade was totally making fuck me eyes at me all night. I flirted back for fun. I wasn’t going to sleep with him or anything, even though I’d come prepared(!), but a little bit of fun flirting wouldn’t hurt anyone. He bought me a non-alcoholic drink, which was, actually, I guess, the first time someone had ever gotten me a drink at a club. Exciting!

We played some of the arcade games then joined everyone on the dance floor as the night progressed. He wasn’t the best dancer, but I enjoyed his ‘accidental’ touches. As the crowd grew, we were pushed together. I turned in his arms and pushed my backside against him.

We were just getting started when Kade was abruptly pulled off me, and a familiar body wrapped around me. That was a silly thought. I wouldn’t know anyone in this part of the city. The new guy behind me’s cologne smelled reeeeally good.

I felt a muscular body and a huge cock against my ass. His hands teased my sides. I was suddenly extremely turned on. I was afraid to look behind me. What if he made me feel this good but wasn’t attractive?

“Slumming it with the commoners, I see. They don’t deserve to touch this body.” A very familiar voice said against my neck.

I jerked my head around to find… “Alexander?”

He kissed my cheek. I froze. He continued down my neck. Before my brain could make a decision on how I felt about this, my body melted against him.

He growled when he felt my body relax and moved us to the beat of the music. He was a very good dancer! I was enjoying myself.

As we continued to dance wrapped in each other, I became overheated. I pulled my shirt up for air, and Alexander’s hands attached to my naked torso instantly like a magnet. His body molded to mine from behind. I was burning up.

His body moved like liquid sex… Omg, Alexander would totally have sex with me! And who was he to judge? He was a fuckboy through and through. I’m pretty sure he’s never even dated anyone. But… he was Alexander. Could I do that to myself?

He mouthed my ear as he rambled sweet nothings. My hesitation was dissolving faster than sugar in water.

I turned to face him, my arms looping around his neck. His arms tightened around my waist, caressing any skin he could reach. Our noses brushed, and we shared our breaths.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said.

He tensed for a second before his lips brushed mine once, twice, then firmly pressed against me. He licked my lips and sucked my bottom lip, eliciting a moan from me. He used that to lick into my mouth.

Wow, I was so far gone. All I wanted was him. Now. Yesterday. I gyrated my hips against him. Grabbing below my perky ass, he lifted me against his body, so our erections aligned. Mhmm, he was so strong!

He pulled back. “Come on.” And dragged me across the dance floor.

I waved goodbye to my new friends on my way out of the club. A few of them gave some hoots and hollers as I left.

When we got in his car, he turned on the shaded divider between us and the chauffeur and played music with a deep bass on low, not dissimilar to the club music but more seductive.

He was all over me. It was intoxicating.

“What were you doing here tonight, Dylan?” He lifted my shirt and kissed my torso.

“Hmmm, just having fun.”

“I heard you’ve been having a lot of that lately.” He twirled his tongue in my belly button. I wiggled under him.

“So?”

“I ran into one of your friends from school. Ash something?” My shirt was gone.

“Ashley. You literally went to his house last week for the bonfire.”

“Yeah, whatever. He said you’ve been going around town a lot since breaking up with Noah. Looking for a rebound?” He kissed my pec.

I felt my face flush. I arched up, trying to get his mouth on my nipple. “Ahh, umm… Ashley talks too much… Wait, did you learn where I was tonight from him?”

“Yeah, Dylan. And I arrived just in time apparently.”

Before I could process what he said, his devious tongue flicked my nipple, finally. “Oh! Xander, more!”

He growled and latched on, sucking harshly. It felt delightful. I pulled his head against me further. He switched to the other side and bit down on that nipple, too, lapping it with his tongue at the same time. Electricity shot down my body, directly to my dick and hole.