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Does he like me? When I first saw this guy, we held eye contact and he smiled at me. Then when I saw him again (a few months later) I caught him staring at me, and he looked away really fast and looked back again and away. I was so mesmerized by his face, all I could do was stare. I would've smiled but, I didn't. I saw him the next day and he walked by me like he didn't even notice me. Anyway, my friend saw him at the store and she asked him if he knew me (reason was because I always talked about him staring at me and none of my friends believed me because he's just so attractive) and said he did know me and he said that I was nice. But I've never told him my name and we've never spoken before. Does he seem interested?
Does he like me? Should I make the first move? Or does this mean anything at all?
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It is really difficult to say.
Staring is not a solid indication of whether someone likes you or not.
Here's why:
-- They could be just zoning out and happen to be staring at you. They could be wondering why your hair is brown. They could be reading what your t-shirt says. They could be wondering why someone is staring at them. The point is-- there are SO many reasons why a dude could be staring. Yeah, it could be because he is crushing on you, but that is only one possible reason unfortunately.
-- Crush bias. I'm not saying you've developed a crush on him, but you are definitely intrigued. You want him to like you. For things like this, when you want something, your mind often plays tricks to try and give you what you want. So if you want him to like you, your mind will skew certain events and twist them to make it seem like he likes you. I did it with my crushes before. Others do it with theirs. It is completely natural.
-- The other factors don't mean anything much tbh. If someone came up to you in a store and asked about a person you kinda knew but not really, saying they're "nice" is a common answer. Could it mean something more? Sure, though it has a good chance of not really meaning anything. Not to mention people can be nice with no romantic feelings. I mean what else could he have said-- "Oh that's your good friend you are talking about? Ehh, she's alright I guess." It would be less rude for him to just say "she seems nice" xD
TL;DR; I would say that there is nothing that says he doesn't like you necessarily, but there is little to no evidence to say he actually does like you/seems interested.00|00|0
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It was Friday, so I had to go to school. Going with Jake made it even better. He had just fucked me for the first time seconds ago, taking my virginity. It was 7:45 am, and school started at 8:45 am, so we had an hour. I didn't even feel like getting up. Jake and I both lay there, drained from our sex.
"We have to go to school, Jake," I told him.
"Yeah, I know," he said, sounding disappointed. "We gotta go?"
I chuckled a little bit.
"Yes," I answered. "We have to go."
"Well okay then," he said in a joyous tone, an unignorable hint of sarcasm hidden in his voice.
His dick was still hard as a rock, covered completely in his own cum. I had cum all over his chest, and I wanted to lick it off. I sat up, leaned over, stuck my tongue out, and started to lick my cum off his chest. I looked up into his eyes. I saw the approval in his his eyes as I continued to lick off the remainders of my cum. I worked my way down, licking his nipples and kissing his built chest all over, focusing on his abs for the most part. I continued down, and I eventually reached his cum-soaked ramrod. It looked delicious. I opened my mouth and took the head inside, resting it on my warm tongue. His cum tasted so good to me. I continued to take more and more of his cock in my mouth. I stopped when the head hit the back of my throat. I did the same thing as before. I dry swallowed once and it slid right in, filling my throat with his big hard cock. He moaned and placed his hand on my head, running his fingers through my hair. I moved up and back down, sending waves of pleasure through him. I raised my head up and let his wet cock out of my mouth. I knew that if I got him off now, he'd definitely be too exhausted to get out of bed, so I decided to wait until later.
"Not now," I told him.
He nodded slowly, obviously disappointed. I moved off of him, laying down beside him, resting my head on his pectoral. I just closed my eyes for a moment and rose back up. I wasn't in the mood for school, but I was still 16. By law, by the stupid ass law, I was required to go to school. I got up and stood beside the bed. Jake did the same. He stood up and started walking towards the bathroom. I followed him and it took only second for me to figure out that he was going to shower. I was used to showering alone, but if he wanted me to shower with him, I would have been more than happy to do so. He started the shower and waited for the water to heat up. Once I saw the steam forming, I saw him step in and allow himself to be completely covered in hot water. He looked me in the eyes.
"Come on in," he said. "The water feels great."
I smiled slightly and stepped in. He moved over to give me more room I let the water completely cover me as well. Jake moved towards me placed his large hands against my ass, squeezing my butt cheeks. I knew what he was going to do, and I'd be damned if I was not going to let him. I was still pretty loose from the pounding to my hole earlier, but he was smart enough to be more careful, even if I was not a virgin any longer.
"Like you said," he began, whispering in my ear. "Later."
I was shocked. He did the same thing right back at me. On the inside, I wanted to burst out in laughter, but I just made myself look disappointed. He giggled and grabbed a bar of soap, lathering up his hands. I couldn't get my mind off the fact that he, less than an hour ago, had taken my virginity. A part of me wished it never happened, but more of me was so happy that it happened, and I felt even better knowing who it was that had done it to me. My thought was interrupted as I felt Jake run his hands over my pecs and slowly move down to my abs. I loved the feel of his warm hands as they gently massaged my skin, playing with my nipples, causing me to moan slightly. He moved his hands further down to my thighs, spreading the soapy suds all over my body. The feeling of it was exhilarating. He stopped when he finished spreading the soap on my legs and reached up and grabbed hold of my semi-hard cock. I moaned and looked into his eyes. He washed my cock, balls, and my ass, then stood up behind me. He wrapped his huge, muscular arms around my chest and held me close, slowly swaying his body from side to side, swaying myself in the process. I wrapped my arms around one of his and just closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of being held by Jake.
I was not sure how long we stayed like that, but I ended the session after I thought about 5 minutes had passed. As much as I would have loved to stay like that, I still needed to go to school.
"Jake," I said. "We need to dry off and get ready to go."
He held me a bit tighter. He did not answer me right away. That was fine by me, though.
"Okay," he agreed. "But when school is over, you're all mine."
I smiled, knowing that was absolutely true.
"Deal," I said. "C'mon, let's get out of here."
He released me slowly, kissing my neck in the process. He reached out and turned off the water. The stream of warm water ceased and I stepped out, followed by Jake. It felt cold to me, and I do hate the cold. I also realize that hate is such a strong word, which is why I use it. Jake had dried off his hair and most of his body. He grabbed the second towel and, holding it in both hands, wrapped it around me, drying my hair. He held the towel around me and slowly began to dry the rest of me off. I loved how gentle he was with me, how caring he was. It was not too long until we were both dry. We went back to his room and got dressed. Getting to see his hunky body while dressing was getting me turned on. I decided to keep it to myself for the time being.
"It's day one," he stated. "Not day two, so we don't have the same class or lunch today."
"Yeah," I said, nodding my head slightly. "I have Chemistry first period."
I said it with a disappointed sound in my voice, and I knew he heard.
"You don't like that class?" he asked.
I actually did like the class, just not one of the students.
"It's just this one guy," I told him. "He's mean and I hate him."
"Hate's a strong word," he said.
He had a point there, but I had an even better one, which I have previously stated before.
"That's why I use it," I shot back.
There was a brief moment of silence. Then Jake started to crack up laughing.
"Good one," he admitted. "We should get going."
I did not want to move at all. I decided to try my luck. I turned away from the bed and let my body fall back, my legs dangling over the edge of the bed. I just wanted to see his reaction. It was not something I would typically do, but those weren't typical circumstances. He let his head fall to his chest and smiled to himself.
"You are just full of surprises aren't you?" he asked rhetorically.
He came over and leaned over to kiss me on the lips gently. He wrapped his arm around my back and wrapped his other arm around my legs, lifting me up, carrying me like a baby. As he walked out of the room, I wrapped both of my arms around his muscular torso and rested my head on his pectoral. His warmth always filled me with a sense of protection and safety. He had reached the car and Jake set me down.
"You're one stubborn kid," he said, chuckling.
"So I've been told," I said, smirking.
He leaned down slowly and planted another kiss on my lips. Oh, even the smallest peck on the cheek from Jake was easily enough to fill me with joy. He opened the door for me and closed it after I got in. He was being a true gentleman. I watched him walk over to the other side of the truck, eyeing his muscular arms. I guess I had always had a thing for muscles. I would mainly check out the guy's arms, or abs, depending on what was available. If the guy was shirtless, or his shirt showed off his abs, that caught my attention first, but if it wasn't available, then I'd go to the arms. And if he was wearing short sleeves, then I'd look directly for the muscles in the lower arm below the elbow. It's just this system I came up with and could not let go of.
When Jake got in, started the car, and started to drive to school, he asked me a question that totally caught me off guard.
"What's with all the bruises and crap?" he asked in a simple tone. "I've noticed that for almost a year, every couple of days you had shown up to school with a new bruise and a scratch or two. I've even seen you limping once or twice."
My heart sank down to the pit of the earth, right past my feet. It was almost like I had been punched hard in the gut and couldn't breath. My heart raced to no end. I couldn't tell him. I did not have it in me, or so I thought.
The silence in the car was deafening, like the calm before a storm. Difference is, you can take precautions if there's a storm. This was worse. Much, much worse. There was no way to hide out in a shelter, and no way to get out of it.
Sadness was filling my entire being as my eyes were slowly watering. His question definitely struck a nerve.
"It's m-my f-f-fault," I stammered, trying to hold in the sadness with everything I had, but to no avail.
I lowered my head as tears slowly fell down my face, tickling me slightly, dripping off and into my lap. Something inside me told me that it indeed was my fault. I had it all coming.
"Hey, it's okay," he said, trying to make me feel better, realizing his mistake. "I didn't mean to make you cry... Andrew, you can tell me."
I wanted to, at that point, jump at him and rip him to pieces as anger replaced the sadness. I hadn't realized it, but Jake had pulled the car off the gravel road and on the side. He had his seatbelt off.
"Come here, Andrew," he said.
I slowly moved my body, unbuckling my seatbelt, and crawled next to him. He had opened his arms and I maneuvered myself so that I could hold my body up with my elbows. He moved around and wrapped both arms around my small body, kissing me gently as he pushed me down underneath him on my back in his big, muscular arms. The feeling of being in his arms put my heart to ease as the heat from Jake's muscular body caressed me fully. My sadness was slowly dissipating.
"It's okay, Andrew," he finally said, ending the kiss. "If it hurts that much, then don't answer my question."
As Jake rose up, I made a choice to tell him how I had gotten so many scars and bruises. I still, to this very day, have no idea where that courage came from.
"My father," I said, quietly.
"What?" He asked.
I had to think it through before speaking any further or I would have resumed crying.
"About a year ago," I began to explain. "I came out to my father about being gay."
He did not say anything, but just sat there and listened.
"He had always been such a great father to me," I continued. "But once I came out, he punched me in the gut. Ever since then, he'd punch me or push me to the ground a lot."
By this point, he was staring back at me, horror and anger in his eyes.
"I'm surprised you haven't tried to kill yourself or cut yourself," he said matter-of-factly.
Most people would have considered his statement completely inappropriate, but I understood his point. I guess I just had that ability to understand where something comes from, rather than the context.
"I'm not like most people in middle school or high school," I began. "Just because life sucks and you never feel happy doesn't mean you should do that shit. It does nothing but cause useless drama and it just fucks up everybody's life."
"That's pretty deep," he said. "From what I see, it takes a damn strong soul to avoid that crap."
"Not really," I started. "Just the will to live."
Second period was reaching an end, and since I had first lunch that day, I headed down to the cafeteria when the bell rang. I got my lunch and went over to one of the smaller tables, facing away from the rest of the students. My typical routine. I did not like to know when someone was looking at me or if someone was talking about me. As long as they would leave me out of it, it was perfectly fine to me.
Today was going to be different. I finished eating quickly and headed out towards the bleachers by the football field. The varsity team was running laps and the coach was keeping everybody going. I began thinking of what it's like for those guys to run like that. It took a moment, but I soon spotted Jake. He was next to a couple of other guys. He looked so sexy out there. I felt myself blushing, just by looking at him. I finally made eye contact with him and he was then moving towards the coach. I watched Jake say something to the coach before he motioned for him to head for the showers. I felt somewhat shocked when instead of going to the showers, Jake was jogging up towards me on the bleachers. I could not help but stare at his rippling abs, through which his sweat had it clinging to his skin as he made his way up towards me. It made my cock get rock hard very quickly.
"C'mon," he directed me, motioning for me to follow him.
I stood up and kept up with him, my heart racing at the prospect of being alone with him in the locker room.
He led me to the locker room and held the door open for me. I thought that was so polite. Closing the door behind him, he grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the lockers. It startled me slightly and I jumped a little bit. He was taking off his gear which unleashed his many scent. Even his smell excited me! I soon was leaking precum like a faucet. He had pushed me down on my knees and pushed his sweaty jock-covered hardon in my face, both of us moaning. I breathed in the delicious scent and moaned aloud. He withdrew and quickly pulled his jock strap off, unleashing his massive bludgeon. The mere sight made my cock even harder (if that was at all possible by that point) and my mouth water.
"Open your mouth," he ordered in a harsh, demanding voice.
I just loved the way he was always demanding what he wanted. What really got me going often times, was the fact that I knew I was expected to obey his commands. We both also knew that I so very much enjoyed it. I did what he said and opened my mouth, knowing full well exactly what I was in for ; ten, thick inches of sweat and precum soaked rock hard cock. He rammed his cock in my mouth, holding my head in his hands. When the tip reached the back of my throat, I instinctively dry swallowed and his mighty ramrod sank all the way down my throat until his pubes were pushed up against my nose. It was definitely becoming easier to deep-throat him, though I still had to fight to control my gagging reflex and avoid choking.
I absolutely loved being in that position ; being completely controlled, having a huge cock filling my throat, and inhaling the musky smell which filtered through his pubes. He was moaning a lot as I worked my throat muscles around his shaft and began to fuck my mouth hard. I couldn't help but to place both my hands around his sweaty ass cheeks, pulling his in even harder with every single thrust of his, forcing himself into my throat. I had moved one of my hands off of his ass and unbuttoned my jeans. I managed to pull them down and I roughly rammed my middle finger into my ass hole. I was in heaven. He was finally slowing down and pulled out. I started panting to regain my breath.
"We need to hurry," he said.
I stood up and he turned me around, pushing me up against the cold lockers. The cold of the lockers shocking to me, which made the feeling of Jake's enormous, spit covered, precum soaked cock forcing its way in my ass even more ecstatic. I moaned in pleasure and he began to thrust hard and fast, in and out of my ass hole.
"Oh fuck!" he shouted. "Those guys out there running have no idea what they're missing."
He was fucking me even harder by then. I couldn't help but moan like a little slut as he plowed me like a fuck machine. In my state of euphoria, I could only moan louder and louder, causing him to have to keep me quiet by covering my mouth with his hand. Everything was becoming a blur. I couldn't keep myself up any longer. I slowly let my legs give way to the rest of me. I could tell Jake understood what was happening. He slowed his pace as he removed his hand from my mouth. I let my jaw hang loosely as the pleasure overtook me even more. I simply moaned as he held me up by my legs, leaving me in a position where he could fuck me as hard as he wanted, and that is exactly what he did. Holding me in place, he thrust his enormous cock into the depths of my ass chute, causing me to scream out in pure ecstasy. I was lost in my own world of euphoria.
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I finished all 37 episodes recently & really miss it! I loved the manga! (Plus I thought L was kinda hot-is that weird since he's a drawing? Oh well...) anyways, anyone want to talk about it?
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It was super epic until that "thing" happened to L. After that, it was still good but it just wasn't the same. Misa Misa pissed me off at some points too, but I think that was intentional. On the whole, it remains one of my favorite anime.
I've seen both the dub and sub a couple times. Usually, I despise dub, but this one actually had really nice dubbing. The maniacal laugh near the end was great :D
And as a guy, I'm not commenting on L's attractiveness xD00|00|0
I totally agree about the show going downhill after "that 'thing' happened to L." The other two weren't the same. And it kinda pissed me off that N did what L couldn't... I thought L was much smarter-N seemed to get lucky
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