The Only Asian Student

Min-joon, still exhilarated by Billy's touch on the bus, approached the building housing the 9th grade classrooms. How he wished the 11th graders were housed in the same building! That way, he'd at least be able to catch glimpses of Billy in the hallway between classes. "Oh, well," he thought. "At least I'll be able to see him after school on the bus ride home."

As soon as Min-joon walked through the double doors of the building, he saw just how different he was from the rest of the student population. It was a sea of white bodies and light hair. There were a handful of black students. But as far as he could see, he was the only Asian student among no fewer than a couple hundred students. As he walked towards the locker number he had been given, quite a few eyes followed him. He couldn't yet tell if they were just curious, if there was any animosity behind the glares. He walked as quickly as he could, with his head down.

He quickly stuck his books and supplies into the locker and headed straight to his homeroom class. He passed by a group of girls looking at him, whispering to each other, and giggling. Again, he could not be sure of what they were thinking. Maybe they were laughing at him, but then again, maybe they were talking about how cute he was. Though he wasn't attracted to them at all, he hoped their motive was the latter.

He walked into his homeroom class and took a seat in the front without even thinking about it. As an Asian student with Asian parents, sitting in the front row of any classroom was a given. It was a habit he had learned since preschool. He was not only beautiful, but he knew he was probably the smartest kid in the class. The bell rang, and the teacher, Mr. Lance, stood up from behind his desk and called the students to attention. After a few seconds, the classroom came to order, and Mr. Lance introduced himself. He was tall, slim, dark, and had perfect facial features and hair. Min-joon thought he looked like a slightly older version of Billy, and was instantly attracted.

All of the other students seemed to know each other since they had attended the nearby middle school together the previous year. There were only two students who were obviously new: Min-joon, and another boy sitting right next to him. Mr. Lance asked them both to come stand at the front of the class with him so that he could introduce them. Min-joon and the other boy got up and walked shyly to the front of the room. Min-joon made sure he was standing closest to Mr. Lance.

As Mr. Lance was introducing Min-joon, and telling the other students that he had recently moved with his family from Korea to Alabama, two boys in the back of the classroom were stretching their eyes and sticking out their top row of teeth, laughing silently. Min-joon was angry and embarrassed and turned red. Apparently, Mr. Lance did not notice the boys in the back, or if he did, he did not want to draw more negative attention to Min-joon. He did, however, put his arm around Min-joon's shoulders and gently pulled him to his side.

Mr. Lance's body was warm, and he smelled good. Min-joon felt conflicting emotions: embarrassment and anger at the two boys in the back, but attraction and desire towards Mr. Lance. He could feel his dick getting harder, and hoped the bulge would not be too obvious to the rest of the class. He was relieved when Mr. Lance finished his introductions and told them to sit back down. None of the other students seemed to take much notice of his racial difference except the two stupid boys in the back. He'd just do his best to stay away from them.

For the rest of the class, Mr. Lance handed out information on the classes he'd be teaching, flyers on extracurricular clubs, and schedules. Min-joon noticed that Mr. Lance was also the swim team coach. That made sense. Mr. Lance's physique looked like a swimmer's build. Min-joon loved swimming, and as Mr. Lance continued talking to the class, he started to daydream about joining the swim team and seducing Mr. Lance. His gaze didn't wander from Mr. Lance's crotch. Min-joon wondered how big and thick Mr. Lance's cock was, how it tasted, and how it would feel inside his tight little asshole. Min-joon own dick grew rock hard and he could feel the wetness of pre-cum. "Good thing I'm wearing black jeans," he thought.

Before he knew it, the bell rang to dismiss class. He secretly rearranged his cock before he stood up so it wouldn't be too obvious he was fully erect. He walked straight to his locker to get his books for the next class. The other new boy, Kevin, had the locker right next to his. He was short and a little weird-looking, but seemed nice, and Min-joon knew it would be important to make friends as quickly as possible.

"Hey, Kevin. Glad I'm not the only new kid today," Min-joon said, as he smiled towards Kevin.

"Me, too," replied Kevin. "And good thing our lockers are close to each other."

"Yep, well, see you in our next class. I've gotta go to the bathroom real quick." Min-joon closed his locker and walked into the bathroom across the hall. He put his books on the counter near the sink, and walked over to the urinal. Unzipping his jeans relieved the pressure on his still-hard cock. It was juicy with pre-cum. Nobody else was in the bathroom, so he decided to rub out his hard-on while imagining Mr. Lance cock inside his bum hole. It didn't take long before he shot his load into the urinal, groaning softly in delight. After a few more seconds, and some concentration, he finished pissing, zipped up, and walked over to the sink to wash his hands.

Suddenly, the bathroom door slammed open and the two boys who had been stretching their eyes and laughing in the back of homeroom strutted up behind him.

"Hey, Chink," one of the boys jeered. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Wa...wa...washing my hands," Min-joon stammered.

One of the boys repeated Min-joon's stutter: "Wa...wa...wa...." The other boy pushed Min-joon against the wall. "You don't belong here," the boy taunted. "We don't want any Gooks in this school."

Min-joon was frightened, and tried to walk past the boys to get his books and escape. But the boys would not let him by. The boy who had pushed him against the wall stuck out his leg as Min-joon tried to pass, tripping Min-joon and sending him sprawling onto the bathroom floor. He hit his nose on the floor, and could feel the warmth of blood trickling from his nostril. The boys just laughed.

"You better watch your back, China boy," said one of the boys.

Min-joon wanted to shout back, "I'm from Korea!" He wanted to get up and fight back, but he was smaller than they were, and there were two of them. He just lay on the floor, and the boys stepped over him, swept his books off the counter, and walked out, still laughing. Tears filled Min-joon's eyes. He got up, walked into one of the stalls, and pressed some toilet paper against his nose as he leaned his head back.

"What am I going to do?" Min-joon wondered.