Being inside of Jake
So there was this boy named Jake at my school. He was a junior – a year younger than me – but I had a huge crush on him. I knew he was gay but I had never really talked to him before; I had just admired him at a distance. I loved his cute face, his short, slightly wavy, brown hair, his perpetual five o’clock shadow, and his beautiful blue eyes. He was buff and toned and about 5’10”. He was one of those hot guys who didn’t really realize it. For instance, he had no idea that when he wore shorts to school his legs drove me crazy and gave me massive hard-ons. While I loved his body, what I loved most of all was his ass. Every time he got up, I …