The New Boy In School, Chapter 1

Having grown up an army brat, my family was constantly on the move. Consequently I often found myself being the new boy at school, a distinction I expected but didn’t particularly like. But at eighteen, and being close to finishing my senior year of high school in Colorado Springs, Colorado, I thought I might just be done with that. My father was a full bird colonel at that time, overseeing a military intelligence group at Fort Carson, which is just outside of Colorado Springs. He was working on a very sensitive project, the details of which he couldn’t share with my mother and me. Unfortunately, when I was almost through my senior year, because of that project my father was transferred from that Fort Carson intel group to an even larger intel group at Fort Hood, Texas.

Because my parents knew I didn’t want to leave the senior class I was about to graduate with, they bought me my first car, hoping to kind of soften the blow. It wasn’t new, but it was an almost new bright orange Dodge Challenger with black racing trim, one of my dream cars. So I dutifully moved with my parents from Colorado Springs to Fort Hood without complaint, and once again became the new boy in my senior year of high school.

But as it turned out, after being the new boy in my homeroom class for only two weeks, Jimmy Barrows arrived to take that distinction from me. That wasn’t at all unusual for that particular high school as it was actually on the Fort Hood Army Base, and so none of its student’s really felt a sense of permanency. But what was unusual was Jimmy Barrows himself. He was simply the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. Unlike other attractive boys I had come in contact with, he was beautiful, sexy, handsome, and cute, all at the same time. Even though I hadn’t come around to considering myself to be gay by that point in my life, Jimmy was the kind of boy who all but took my breath away.

Prior to meeting Jimmy, blond haired blue eyes boys had been my favorite. Jimmy did have blue eyes, but his hair was all but white with only the slightest hint of yellow. When my mother first met him she referred to him as that tow headed boy, while I could only think of him as being the most beautiful boy I had ever met.

Jimmy and I were both eighteen when his father was transferred to Fort Hood, the largest army base in Texas, and the largest Army base I’d ever seen. Fort Hood had its own library, school system, fire department, police department, and local shopping. It had several neighborhoods of matching tract homes, and whole neighborhoods of multi storied apartment buildings, as well as several neighborhoods of fancier senior officer’s homes. In fact, Fort Hood was almost like a full and complete city that just happened to be part of a huge military complex.

Because of my own father’s recent transfer, I knew what Jimmy was going through when he reported to my English and Homeroom class for the first time. To my good fortune our teacher assigned him to an empty desk that was just across the aisle from my desk, both of which were in the very back of the room. Upon his arrival the teacher had Jimmy stand and introduce himself to the class, and then to share a little of his background and history. Everyone applauded when he finished his introduction as a gesture of welcome, including myself. But what I really took from his introduction weren’t the details of what he had shared, but more that he seemed to exude a confidence and maturity that I didn’t yet seem to possess. As a result, I didn’t feel like I had too much of a shot at becoming his friend, much less his very best friend, which was what I truly desired from the moment I first saw him.

As it turned out, Jimmy and I not only had our English and homeroom class together, but also Advanced Algebra, U.S. History, and P.E. which accounted for four out of our six classes. And I have to tell you that I all but continually kept my eyes on him all through all of those classes. I had managed to introduce myself to him in our English class, but we didn’t really get to talk until he purposefully sought me out in our last period P.E. class where I even got to see his well-defined muscular athletic body naked during changing and shower time. What I couldn’t understand, was why someone who was so strikingly beautiful and handsome decided to befriend me out of all of the other bigger and more athletic boys in our school.

Then, and much to my surprise, Jimmy became even more friendly with me after school got out as we walked from the boy’s gym to the school’s student parking lot. And it was during that walk that I learned that Jimmy’s mother and father not only lived on base, but in the same base housing tract as my parents. So I invited him to stop by my home on his way home so we could talk some more and get even better acquainted. I was all set for him to blow me off with an excuse of having homework or choirs, but he surprised me by accepting my offer. That was also when he explained that he had a pickup truck, and if I would wait for him he would follow me home.

I can’t tell you how excited I was as I waited in the student parking lot for Jimmy to show up in his pickup. It turned out to be a bright red, full sized Chevy Sierra that looked as hot as my Challenger. So it was while I was alone in my car for that ride home that I decided to do all I could to help Jimmy adjust and find his way around the school and neighborhood, even though I was almost as new to Fort Hood as he was.

Jimmy was only able to stay at my house for a few minutes. He wanted to see my bedroom, where he showed some interest in my computer, and the titles of my video games. He also seemed quite interested in my tropical fish tank, but then he left while only saying that he would see me in school that next morning.

What was remarkable about that short visit, was the fact that Jimmy quite unexpectedly took me in a hug as he said his good bye. It was a hug that was so unexpected that I didn’t know what to say, nor how to react.

My guided tour of our school didn’t happen until after our U.S. History class on Jimmy’s second day. That was when we took our first lunch break together. I showed him the school’s vending machine and snack building that seemed to have been a last minute add on to the back of the school’s cafeteria. And then I showed him to what was considered the senior bench, which was nothing special, but only seniors were supposed to sit there. Then I showed him to the only on-campus smoking area, and was glad to learn that he didn’t smoke. And finally I showed him to the school library. I realize that wasn’t much of a tour, but I knew he already knew where the school’s admin offices were, so that was kind of the end of what I knew that he didn’t.

To tell you the truth, I thought my little tour kind of bored Jimmy, so I was surprised when he asked if he could come to my house again after school. That time he was able to stay longer, and so struck up quite a conversation with my mother. Later I was able to show him my father’s garage, where I explained that I had full access to all of my father’s tools, and so if he ever needed to work on his truck, he could bring it over and we could work on it together. But instead of showing an interest in my father’s tools, while in the privacy of our garage he took me in another hug, and said, “What I’m really interested in, is whether or not you want to be my friend, and by that I mean my best friend.”

That time I hugged Jimmy back while telling him that I really wanted to be his friend. He pushed me back and focused his eyes on mine, as he asked, “My very best friend?”

“Yea, I said, “I’d really like that.”

It was at that time that I truly knew I wanted to be Jimmy’s best friend, while all the time worrying that my relationship with him might only last until he met some of the bigger, stronger, more popular athletic boys that seemed to dominate our school. But Jimmy ended that thought by saying, “Good. I’m glad, because I really like you.” And then he asked if there were any good burger place on base.”

We got in my Charger and went for burgers and chocolate shakes that we ate in the Burger King parking lot while talking about the ins and outs of being army brats. That was when I really felt that Jimmy was as eager as myself to form a real bonding friendship, so I wasn’t surprised when he wanted to meet at my house after school again that next day, and then again the day after that where we simply talked in my room, getting even better acquainted. And then that Thursday Jimmy asked if I might like to spend Friday night at his house, an invitation that in my mind seemed to cinch our building relationship.

Both of our mothers approved, and so after getting home that Friday afternoon I stuffed a change of underwear and a pair of pajama bottoms that I only wore for sleep-overs, whether those sleep-overs were at my house or at a friend’s.

Now because the base housing that both of our families were living in were considered temporary until more permanent officer housing came available, both of our houses came fully furnished. So even though Jimmy was an only child, there were two twin beds in his room, which immediately let me know that we would be sleeping in separate beds. We played video games for a while, ate dinner with his parents, and then watched a little TV. But because Jimmy wanted to talk, at only 8:30 he suggested that we go to his room and go to bed. I thought that was awful early, but being anxious to get to know Jimmy even better, I agreed. He headed off to the bathroom

There was some commotion in the bathroom, gushing in the toilet, farts and flushing. But soon I heard the bathroom door open and close, and then Jimmy returned to his room. He smiled at me as he slipped back under his covers. And as soon as he had made himself comfortable, he said, “I was just wondering if you know what an enema is?”

His question embarrassed me, and made me want to play dumb. But instead I honestly answered while pressing my erect penis to my belly under my covers, by saying, “Yea, my mom gave me a couple when I was six or eight.”

Although Jimmy remained silent, even in that darkened room I saw his face all but light up as said, “Oh good. Then you know what they are like. Did you like them?”

I wanted to ask why he needed to take enemas, but instead I answered, “I don’t think so. If I remember correctly, they made my tummy hurt a lot and made me feel real funny inside. And my mother made me take so much water that I felt like I might not be able to hold it in long enough to get to the toilet.”

Jimmy propped his head up on his arm, and said, “Yea, but the funny feelings they cause were kind of good feelings, weren’t they? You know, the kind of feelings that makes you get a boner?”

“I don’t know.” I said, “I think I probably did get a boner. It was a long time ago and I was too embarrassed to think about anything other than the humiliation I was feeling.”

And then Jimmy said, “Oh God, Ronny, you’re really beautiful. In fact, I think you are the most beautiful person I have ever met.” And then in a whisper, he asked, “Do you know what that means?”

“That statement and question kind of threw me, so I said, “No, what does it mean?”

And Jimmy quickly came back with, “It means that I really like you. In fact I like you so much that I’d like to give you an enema. Not an enema like your mom gave you, but one that will make you feel so sexy that you’ll cum like you’ve never cum before.”

That statement was so unexpected that I didn’t know what to say. Just hearing that Jimmy wanted to give me an enema had my penis throbbing in my pajamas. And even though Jimmy was talking about me getting a boner, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that I already had one. But then Jimmy surprised me again by getting back out of bed and climbing into the bed I was in. And once there he took me in another hug and pulled my entire body to his. Somehow I couldn’t help but do the same to him. And the instant he thrust his ridged cock against mine I knew that he knew that I was as erect as he was, and there was no way I could deny it.

All of that touching felt wonderful, but it also caused me to feel tremendously embarrassed, an emotion I knew Jimmy wasn’t feeling because he then kissed me. It was in no way an ordinary kiss. In fact, it was the most passionate kiss of my life. It was the kind of kiss that seemed to automatically cause our mouths to open and our tongues to meet and caress in their own passionate way. It was the kind of kiss that caused my dick to harden even more, which caused Jimmy to reach down and grasp it through my PJ bottoms, which in turn caused me to feel even more embarrassed as Jimmy asked, “What’s this?”

I didn’t know what to say, and I didn’t have time to think. So the truth just seemed to spill out of my mouth as I told Jimmy that my penis had been hard ever since I heard all that his mother had done to him while they were in the bathroom. At first he just looked at me, but then he asked if I had heard everything. I thought he might get angry, so instead of answering verbally, I just nodded my head. But instead of getting angry, Jimmy kissed me again, a kiss that was even more passionate than his first kiss. A kiss that involved even more tongue licking and erect penis rubbing.

Jimmy never did return to his bed that night. Instead we hugged, kissed, and rubbed our erect cocks together while telling each other how much we loved each other until we finally fell asleep.