Getting Ready for the First Day of School

Min-joon awoke with the same hard-on he had gone to sleep with. During the night, he had had vivid dreams of sucking off a group of big white guy, the bending over to let each of them use his boy pussy however they wanted. The thought thrilled him, and pre-cum had soaked the front of his underwear. He had read many erotic stories about how white guys often had a fetish for Asian guys, so he knew he would have an advantage at his new school. His father had already told him he'd be the only Asian student in the whole school. He hoped to be the "rice queen" to many "potato queens."

As he showered, he squirted a dollop of shampoo on his throbbing cock and filled his other hand with another squirt of shampoo. As he jerked his dick, he inserted first one, then two, then three fingers inside his smooth, hairless bum hole. He knew his smoothness, and the light caramel color of his skin, would turn on some of his horny classmates - even if they weren't gay. Min-joon had delicate features and a small body, and only wanted to be enveloped be a larger, white, hunky top. He thrust his fingers deeper into his warm hole and suddenly shot a huge load against the front of the shower. His whole body trembled and his legs almost gave way with sheer pleasure.

He finished his shower, dried off, and opened his closet door to find the perfect outfit for his first day at school. He needed something that showed off every part of his sexy little body so the eyes of his targets would be drawn exactly where they were supposed to be drawn. He chose a pair of tight, faded black jeans that perfectly displayed his cute, round, tight bubble butt. When he pulled them on and over his bum, he looked in the mirror and smiled. "Irresistible," he though. Then, he chose a light blue, skin-tight t-shirt. His stomach was flat as a washboard, but in keeping with his relatively feminine physique, he had no ab muscles. Just a tight, flat belly. The t-shirt was a V-neck and had short sleeves, so it showed his beautiful, hairless chest and his smooth, taut arms. The only hair on his body was an adorable tuft of black pubic hair surrounding his shaft. Every other inch was completely smooth.

His father had offered to drive him to school every morning, but having read some pretty hot "school bus stories" about male on male action in the back seats, he told his dad he didn't mind taking the bus. In reality, he was very nervous about the newness of it all. Though he knew he'd be able to attract a few boys with his gorgeous, exotic little body, he also know he was in the Deep South, and his foreignness could also be a liability. He had heard stories of horrible racism from other Korean friends who had lived in the US and other countries before. All he could do was hope for the best, and who knew? He might even find a big, white guy to protect him if (or when) he ever experienced racism.

As he waited for the bus, his nervousness grew. Would he be able to fit in? Would he be able to make some friends, even apart from the guys he hoped to seduce? Would his fantasy turn into a nightmare? As these thoughts raced through his mind, he saw the yellow bus appear over the hill down the road he lived on until it finally stopped in front of him. The doors opened, and a smiling, huge, lady with only a few front teeth motioned for him to come on board. "Come on sweetie," she shouted. "Well, she seems nice enough," though Min-joon. With the politeness of most Korean students, Min-joon bowed a little (a habit it would take a while to break), and whispered to the bus driver, "Good morning."

"Good mornin', honey," she replied, in a southern drawl. Min-joon turned to walk down the aisle. He thought all eyes would be on him, but everyone seemed involved in their own conversations, or were sleeping. All the front seats were full, so he kept walking towards the back. Suddenly, he caught the eye of a boy sitting near the back. Min-joon was entranced by the boy's bright blond hair, light blue eyes, and angular jawline. There was no expression on the boys face, really, so Min-joon couldn't tell if the eye contact was an invitation to sit or just a basic curiosity. As he got closer to the boy, the boy scooted over towards the window and patted the seat next to him, indicating that he wanted Min-joon to sit down with him. Min-joon accepted the invitation, his heart beating just a little bit faster.