My name is Braiden, and I've realized that I'm gay for quite a while now. Being 17 I haven't had much of a tough life, but, it hasn't been all that easy either. My dad died of a brain tumor when I was younger, about 2 years old, and it's been my mom and I ever sense. I came out to my mom when I was about 13 and she took it fairly okay, fairly disappointed. She didn't really know exactly how to take it, but she did the best she could. Right now, we live in Florida, always nice, not too cold, and it's easy to get by with my mom working as a pediatrician.
Right now I'm a senior in High School and I don't think life could be any better. It's about June, so I haven't quite started school, but I'm looking forward to it. I have good grades, passing with only one B, and a pretty good social life. I'm out to most people who know me, and for anyone who asks I don't keep it in, I'll tell them straight-up. But the real story begins about the end of May, when the new kid moved next door.
"Hey!" I called out to him.
"Hey.." he meekly replied
"I'm Braiden, I see you're moving in, what's your name?"
"Nice too meet you Braiden, my names Chance."
I realized he either must be sort of an "emo" looking kid, not by the clothes he has on right now, just be his attitude; kind of dull and lifeless. Or, he's pretty upset about his move, I mean, he seems to be around my age, maybe a little bit younger, and I know I would hate to move during my summer right before my senior year...
"So, what grade are you in Chance?"
"I'll be a Senior this year, and you?"
"Same here! Are you excited about school?"
"Not really, I mean, I just had to leave all of my old friends, and my old home, I really didn't wanna move until after I had already graduated"
I didn't blame him, new school, new environment, and no friends, I wouldn't want to move either.
"Well I live just next door, so if you need any help moving, or just want to hang out or anything, come over and knock."
"Actually, my dad just left to get some groceries, seeing as we didn't bring any with us, so do you mind helping me out now?"
"Sure." However, inside, I was jumping for joy. If Chance did happen to be the "emo" type, maybe he was my type. Chance wasn't big, and he wasn't small. From the cut-off jeans I would say he was either a runner or swimmer. A nice lean body, but not too buff, so I cut out football/wrestling. He had shaggy brown hair, and emerald green eyes to kill for. A killer smile, and a nice tan, not too tan as in someone who lives in Florida and is outside all their life, but a tan showing that he does get out.
"So Chance, do you play any sports?"
"Matter of fact, I run Cross Country, how about yourself? Also, do you mind bringing up that box? It can go to my room...third door on the right"
"Sure no prob, and yeah, I run Cross Country too, what a coincidence."
The box wasn't heavy, and from what I could see were magazines. He said these were all the boxes that need to be brought in for right now, and that I could hang out until he's done with his shower. Being the nosy guy I am, and having the hots for Chance, the bathroom door was slightly open. He stripped his shirt, and I was right. Lean body, not built but certainly not a disappointing sight. He had some defined arms, a good chest, and maybe a 4-pack. Something I was really digging, being that I also had a similar type of body.
I didn't stay and stare long enough to see the jewels, so I went back to his room and went through his magazines. He had some Sports Illustrated, some Car magazines, and...my eyes popped out of my head as my jaw hit the floor. A Playgirl magazine, and not just one, but 5, I didn't want to be caught so I put them back in the bottom and just went through a car magazine, pretty nice cars.
"Hey, I see you like my magazines."
"Yeah, I was going to go through some of them, but got caught up in this one.. do ya mind?"
"Nope, not at all, just let me put these ones away and then you can come up here and help yourself"
"All right, thanks man"
I didn't know if he knew I was gay. I wasn't very manly, not the macho trying to hide it, but I wasn't flamboyant either, I suspected people could tell, but that would probably be if they were only paying attention, or if they really wanted to know themselves.
I didn't know what to say to him, I couldn't spit out anything to ask or just bring it up, so I dropped it. We talked about where he lived, why his mom wasn't in the picture, why my dad wasn't, what he wanted to do in school, what classes he was taking (interesting that they were a lot like mine) and if he liked it down here so far. After all that I went home and jacked it too Chance. Hell, he was cute, and had a great body, but now imagining that his hot lush lips were around my shaft, and begging for my baby-gravy, and I KNEW he liked it, made getting off much easier tonight that others.
School had started last week, and Chance and I were already great friends. We hung out most of the time, and we played his xbox 360, watched movies or just hung out. We had three classes together, AP Math, AP English and Psychology. Boy, was he smart! Being Saturday, Chance and I had an English project due Monday so we decided we'd start working on it today, and finish it up Sunday.
Knock knock knock
"Hey Braiden, come on in, the stuff is up in my room already, so you can sit up there, I'll be up in a minute. Want anything to drink?"
"All right, and a Pepsi is fine if you have one."
"Yeah, be right up."
I walked into his room and what do you know.. His playgirl magazine open on his night stand with a bottle of KY Jelly next to it, I figured I'd leave it alone and ask what it was whenever he came up here, figuring I haven't talked to him about it.
"Hey, here's your Pepsi."
"Oh, thanks...um, Chance...I was wondering"
I picked up the magazine "What's this?"
"What does it look like?" His face turned bright red, immediately embarrassed.
"Well it seems to be a porn magazine, but not just any porn...gay porn."
"Yeah, well, uh, you know, it's a gift, from a friend, I just haven't thrown it out."
"I see... which is why someone would need some lube to go with it, right?"
He looked away, not sure if anger or sadness crept upon his face but I decided I would try to comfort him. I walked over and put one hand on his shoulder, and another on his cheek, to turn his face towards me.
"You know Chance, if you're embarrassed, I mean, I'm gay too, and I won't tell anyone if you don't want them to know. I know you just moved here and.."
"It's not that. I don't mind people knowing, I just wanted to let them know myself..I didn't want anyone to just find out..."
I dropped my hand from his cheek, and we sat on his bed, and as my hand lay idle there on his thigh I could feel his warmth radiating from him. Man, was he smoking hot, just sitting there causing me to get an erection, and all light-headed.
"You know, if you want, we can work on this project, or we can do a little something extra.." he added to me.
Not knowing entirely what he meant, I tried to meet his gaze, which was staring down. I looked down to notice that my jeans were tented. Now I was the one to have a bright cherry face.
"But," Chance said while getting up, "We don't have to."
"What If I said I want to?" I looked up at him, didn't even try to fix my jeans.
"Then I would ask you what you would like to do, or maybe if we want to do the same thing."
"And what thing is that?"
"Well...I could show you better than I could tell you."
And at that moment he was on me, not sex-hormone-ravenous teenage boy, but as we were talking I was standing up as he slowly made his way to me. Once he got to me, his fingers found mine, and his free hand laced its way through my hair. My hand, being twined into his, and one resting on the small of his back, were weak, and didn't know what to do. His lips were full, and warm. They easily found their way to mine, and worked their way to having a sexy appeal. His lips were soft, and as we made out standing up, he slowly pushed me onto his bed. My mouth was slightly open, working on its own, and with his being the same, my tongue, also doing its own thing, worked its way to exploring his mouth. Eventually I found his tongue, and I caressed it. Lovingly, and sexually. Soon, I could feel not only him grinding on top of me, but also his hard on. He was rock-solid when I pushed him off of me.
"Chance, we can't do this, we need to work."
"But I thought you said you wanted it!"
"I did...well I do, but right now, we can't"
"Do you like me Braiden?"
"I don't understand.."
"Do you like me? As someone who can be your boyfriend?"
"Well..yeah"
"Then why can't we do this?"
"How about when we're finished we can?
"Deal."
We worked all day Saturday, I didn't feel too bad that I left him without any more making out, without feeling him up and without having sex. I jerked off again that night thinking about the same thing I did the first time I met him. I knew now what he meant when he asked me if I could be with him as I was leaving his house. I did want to be his boyfriend, and I'm glad that It finally clicked in my mind what he was asking so I pulled out my phone and I texted him.
"I got what you mean now"
"Wat?"
"If I culd b urs"
"o"
"My answer is yes, I want to b urs...If u want to b mine"
"Of course!"
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"Nite Braiden, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
"I know, our project, nite"
I can't believe I said "our project" ...
-too be continued-