Chapter 2: Chemistry Class

The next day in Chemistry class, Mr. Carl was going over the test materials for Friday's test. When Mr. Carl faced the chalkboard, he had a chalk mark on the seat of his pants. Gordie leaned over to me and whispered, "Looks like Carl shoved a stick of chalk up his ass".

I tried not to laugh, but that made me want to laugh harder. It wasn't even funny, but I guess that's what happens with inappropriate laughter. Gordie sat there with a smug grin on his face and shrugged when people started looking.

"Is there a joke you'd like to share with the class, Mr. Johnson?" Mr. Carl asked me. He was pissed.

I stifled one last giggle, cleared my throat and said, "No, sir."

I wrote "JERK" on a piece of paper and pushed it towards Gordie. He just grinned.

We had our test Friday morning and Gordie said he felt pretty good about it. I was sure I got an A. That afternoon we had a pep rally in gym at the end of the day for the first game of the season. Gordie was wearing his football jersey. He was #79. While the coach introduced the team, he looked up and caught my eye and gave me a small smile. I grinned back at him.

That night, I went to the game with my friend Artie. Our team won easily, 35 to 7. Gordie was an offensive lineman and he played most of the game. I didn't take my eyes off him the entire time.

The next Thursday, Gordie and I got together to study again at the library, but we spent most of the time quietly talking.

"You got a girlfriend, Clark? I always see you with that Amy girl."

"No, we're just friends. I think Amy has a crush on my other friend, Artie."

"That the skinny nerdy guy?"

"Yeah. What about you?" I asked.

"Nah. All these girls here are stuck-up bitches."

"Really? But you're so popular and a big jock, I figured they'd be all over a guy like you."

"Yeah, right. I'm fat and hairy. I make them laugh and they'll hang out with me, but they don't want to fuck a guy like me."

"Well, it's their loss. I think you're great."

Oh, shit. Me and my big mouth.

Gordie's mouth turned up in a smirk. "Thanks, Clark. So how far have you got? Second base? Third base?"

I blushed. "Um... I haven't really..."

"Sorry, dude. Wait... Not even first base? Kissing?"

I shook my head. "What about you?"

"I got to second base with a girl last year. Groped her tits while we were kissing and making out."

"Cool," I replied.

God, I am such a dork. But I was kind of surprised that Gordie hadn't gotten further. I mean, he was kind of a stud. He said he was fat and hairy. Maybe he was a little fat, but he wasn't that big. And his beard made him look older and manlier and really sexy and I'll bet his body was hairy and hot too. The more time I spent with Gordie, the more attractive I thought he was. When he smiled or laughed, he was so handsome.

We packed up our stuff since we weren't getting anything done and grabbed a pizza. I had a couple slices and Gordie finished it off. It was dark by the time we pulled up into my driveway. I unbuckled my seat belt and picked up my backpack off the floor.

"Clark."

I looked at Gordie. He moved closer to me and put his hand on the back of my head. He pulled me into him and kissed me on the lips. I was shocked, but immediately recovered and we kissed longer the second time. I opened my mouth the way he did. When he pulled away, he sucked my bottom lip and it slipped out of his mouth with a pop.

He looked at me and said, "There. Now you've been to first base. See you tomorrow."

I nodded and hurried inside. I ran upstairs to my bedroom. My dick was throbbing in my pants. Gordie Thomas just kissed me. Like a real kiss. I grabbed a t-shirt and my pajama bottoms and went to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and adjusted the water. I lathered myself up and as soon as wrapped my soapy hand around my dick, I stroked it down and then up one time and it spurted all over the shower curtain. I leaned back against the wall panting. I splashed water on the curtain to wash away the evidence and quickly finished my shower.

***

I was nervous as hell sitting next to Gordie in class the next day. He acted totally normal like nothing was wrong. After class he stopped me and said he was going to a party after the game and invited me to come along. I waited for him after the game and rode out with him to the party. A bunch of kids from school were there, and there was lots of beer and loud music. I stuck with Gordie, who introduced me as his friend Clark. Some of them wondered why I was there I'm sure, but no one seemed to really mind.

Gordie spent most of the time in the back yard smoking and drinking. I stood next to him nursing my first ever beer the entire night. I'd join in and laugh at the conversation, but I felt kind of out of place. Gordie stopped drinking after a couple of beers. By the time we left for the night, he didn't seem at all drunk. I guess he was a big guy and could handle the beer.

When we pulled up to my house, he kissed me again. I could smell the beer on his breath. We kissed longer and deeper this time. When his tongue pushed at my lips, I opened and let him run it along my tongue. I played with his tongue with my own until he finally broke the kiss.

"Ask your Mom and Dad if you can spend the night tomorrow," he said.

"Okay."

He sped off and I went inside and found my Dad in the living room watching TV. He asked if I had a good time. I said I did and asked if I could spend tomorrow night at Gordie's. He didn't have a problem with it, but wanted to meet Gordie first.