High School Boy Toy

This is a story about the first boy I slept with. I was quite young and pretty irrational. Never took time to think things through. In grade 11, I had grown fond of a student in my high school. We were in the same grade but didn’t have any classes together. I would see him after school in the gym where I played competitive badminton. He had some friends who were on the team, so he made the habit of hanging around and play with us once in a while.

As I got to know him slowly, I started going to his games and watched him play basketball. In quite a short time I hung out with him and his friends during lunches. We would grab the best poutines and hot dogs from a joint down the street from our school. Maybe it just tasted better given the state of my happiness. It was a pleasant feeling to be surrounded by people who all care for each other.

I was in the leadership program that year. During a school art show, I had volunteered to set up and help out with the presentation. This was taking place after 5 pm on a school day. The kid from the basketball team was also staying at school working on his art projects in the library. I was volunteering as the library admin that evening until it was time to set up. For few hours he and I were very much alone, without our friends around. We didn’t talk the whole time. I simply watched him work and read my books. Our eyes met a few times, we smiled a few times and did what we liked doing in each other’s serenity.

The art show finished late that night. It was already 10 pm on a Friday by the time we finished clearing everything out. Caleb, the sporty and artsy boy was still in the school. By now the whole place was almost empty. All doors were locked up and maybe a few people in the school office were still there. I went back to the library where I had left my things and also to lock up the doors. I notice Caleb down the hall in the main foyer. He asked me to let him in so he could grab the easel and take it back to the art room. I decided to walk with him there and we talked about the night and laughed about the horrible food. We said our goodnights to the art teacher and walked out of the school. The fall wind was strong, fresh and crispy. Caleb offered to walk me home since it was so late and that he could get on a bus near my house to get home. I was enjoying his company and we bonded throughout the walk. He was very nice to me that night, and we even kissed at my doorstep.

The next week at school, we were holding hands, cuddling in the hallways and spending a lot of time together in the library during lunches and after school both at the gym and the court outside. He started coming over to my house and we would steal alcohol from my garage and we would drink and do karaoke. One day we slept together. It was quite short but interesting for the connection we had. This continued for a while.

We fucked at the school library, fucked in the music room, fucked in the park, even fucked in his bed at his birthday party. I didn’t grow up in a stable family with happy loving parents. Naturally, when he asked to give this thing we had going a name, I completely got cringed. I selfishly said we were fuck buddies, not even taking into account what he could have feelings for me. I did notice a certain sadness and distance in him since then. We didn’t talk about it though. I didn’t know how to talk about it. We saw each other less and less over time.

That year I took summer school at a different high school. Made some new friends. This was good since I didn’t want to be hanging around Caleb and his friends for a while. I became really good friends with this girl in my biology class. She knew people from my school and we had a lot to bond over. We started hanging outside of school. We went to malls and walked around like all aimless teenagers. She and I both liked Sushi. We decided to make a date out of it on the weekend. I picked a spot downtown that was all you can eat so we could sit and chat for as long as we wanted. She was very excited to tell me about a boy she was seeing. She told me about their dates and romantic moments. After all the amazing stories, she tells me I might know him since he goes to my school and he is quite popular on the basketball team. This was Caleb she was talking about the whole time. I almost choked on my Black Dragon when it all clicked. I just wanted to crouch under the table as my heart was pumping out of my chest. My hands were in a complete shudder with fear of betrayal. I wanted to just shrink down and whither away. Yet, I didn’t want her seeing me weak. I grabbed the table with a strong grip to stop the tremble and helped myself sit up.

As I kept listening to her talk about Caleb, my cringe was going away. I could see the love in her eyes. Maybe he means a lot to her. Maybe she is what he wanted from me and I was too scared to fail at it. I knew I needed to back down from this. All I had with him was hot sex but she had mutual love and care. He was still seeing me while he was seeing her, but I realized the potential in their relationship and just didn’t want to ruin it. I restrained informing her about my past with Caleb. I let it go as swiftly as the leaves dance in the wind before hitting the ground.