Disclaimer: If it is illegal to read about sex between two males where you live, you should stop now. There will eventually be sex between two males in this series, but not in this chapter. If this offends you or you don't like it, then you should leave.
Okay so, like many stories we've all read online, this is the story of a gay kid going to a new school. However, my story is a little different. Unlike most stories, I'm actually out of the closet when going to my new school. And it's not because it's obvious; it's because I don't care what other people think of me. Well, I want people to like me, but I'm not going to pretend to be straight. Anyway, let's start by briefly going through how I got to this new school. All my life, I grew up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, my favorite place on Earth. I went to pre-school through eighth grade there and made many friends. I was not out, however. I always did good in school and, if I applied myself more, could have got straight A's. But I slacked in homework and got varying grades. I still managed to always take honors classes if I could. Then, at the end of eighth grade, my family moved to Englewood Florida, home of the old people. At the new school there, I made friends quickly, but still wasn't out of the closet. I stayed at that school for one year, my freshman year. I decided to take cyber school the next year because the schools in Florida offered very little education wise. I was bored in that school because it was too easy, even though I was taking honors classes. So, my sophomore year, I transferred to Florida virtual and took more challenging classes. A month or so in, my mother heard about this collegiate high school for smarties like me. She signed me up, but there was a waiting list, and I was number five on the waiting list. The chances of me getting in were slim, but by December (the end of the first semester) Edison Collegiate High School called and asked if I was still interested. I was the only one home at the time and happily told the lady on the phone I'd love to go. Starting January 8th, I'd be going to Edison.
Now, fast forward a month, and we'll briefly go over January-February (it's in March that things get interesting). I get to the college (that's basically what it is; a college for high school students to earn their Associates Degree by the time they graduate high school), and make friends rather quickly. Now, the collegiate high school at Edison is rather small, with only ten or so classes and 400 kids total. There's classes for Freshman and Sophomores, then by the time you're a Junior and Senior, you should be going to the college taking actual college classes there. However, that doesn't always work out, and there are still Seniors and Juniors at the high school. Anyway, within the first week, I made some friends and had a total of 23 different girls introduce themselves to me. Yes, I counted. I couldn't eat lunch that week alone.
I must admit, I do look alright. Though, I've been told I look much better than alright. I'm about 5'8, 15 years old, and 170 pounds on a good day. I have short black hair and light brown eyes that look slightly green if you look hard enough. I don't work out, but everyone says it looks as though I do. I don't have abs or anything, but I'm not fat or skinny. Sorta average. Which is what I love in a guy. Penis wise, I'm above average. I'm 7 inches, cut, and THICK. I have trimmed pubes, but I'm still hairy everywhere else. My legs are extremely hairy, and it looks like a pair of pants because the hair stops at my ankles. My thighs are really hairy too. My chest and stomach get sorta hairy if I don't shave (I usually have a happy trail). I have to shave my face weekly, or my mom gets mad and says I look dirty. Though, I do keep my sideburns, for which I'm known for having since about 13. My background is Italian and either Syrrian or Lebanese, which a bunch of other ethnicities mixed in. I usually tell everyone I'm Italian, terrorist, and everything except black and Hispanic. (I would say Asian, but technically the Middle East is Asia, soooo) But, despite me usually being the youngest out of a group of friends, I'm always the oldest looking. When I tell people my real age, they're always surprised that I'm not older.
Anyway, back to the story. I started Edison and made a couple friends. Most of them are in my fifth period art class. That reminds me. I was lucky enough to get a fifth period 3D art class and a sixth period 2D art class. Though, now, 3D art fifth period is my favorite class. See, first I met Conor in my 3D art class (he's also in some of my other classes) and we because friends because he thought I was cool and funny. For a while, I thought Conor was gay or bi, because he'd always be touching me in some way. He's a good looking dude. He has short black hair, it's usually gelled but looks good. He's about my height but a little more fit. I think he played sports at some time.
But I'll get into how I met Gareth. Gareth also has that class, but I didn't know him yet. It was about my second or third week at school, so the end of January I think. I was talking to Conor about how I've had the urge to get a playstation 2. I know they're old and no one has them anymore, but I always loved that system and loved Ratchet and Clank and Mortal Kombat and those games. But I was telling Conor this, and I hear:
"Hey Devon, I have a PS2 for sale if you want." And I turned around to see who said that, and I see him. Gareth. He is, in my eyes, perfect. He's a little redneck, but in a cute way. Okay, he's really redneck. But he doesn't dress in camo and stuff like that. The most redneck thing he's worn to school are boots, but they weren't even noticeable. His personality is more redneck than his appearance. He has really short, almost buzzed, black hair. He's taller than me, probably six foot, and a little heavier. Not fat by any means, but more like muscular. He has thick arms, but not arms from working out. More like arms that he got from working on a farm. He has a little chub (not really noticeable with his shirt on) but, once again, not fat by any means. I've seen his stomach and, damn, it is hot. He has a hairy stomach and chest, but not super hairy. It also isn't the kind of hair that looks disgusting, but its more attractive than if he were to shave his stomach. I'm usually not into really hairy dudes, so his stomach was perfect to me. (I always like some hair) His legs are pretty hairy too, though not as hairy as mine. Mine are always the hairiest out of anyone. My older brother calls me were-wolf legs... But Gareth also had facial hair. A little scruff, which I love. He also, if you didn't catch on, looks extremely straight. And his personality is just amazing. He's loving and funny and also protective. We also share the same humor, where we say things seriously, but both know we're joking. Lastly, he has the most adorable nose ever. I know it's weird, but if you saw him, you'd understand.
But back to where I left off. I turned around and saw Gareth. I was slightly nervous and said
"Yeah, sounds good." He goes "Alright, I have some games too if you want?"
I put down my project I was working on and say "Sure, like what?
He says "Well, the PS2 used to be my nephew's mostly but he never plays it and I've been looking to sell it, so we don't have much games. I can bring what I have tomorrow though."
"Sweet, how much for everything though? I saw some PS2s on Amazon for about 50$ for just the system."
He thinks about it for a second and says "I'll take ten bucks for it, games and all"
"Whoah, really?"
"Yeah, I'm not some penny-pinching Jew." (there's that humor we both share. We're not racist, but we make jokes like that of all kinds, even gay and white people)
"Alright, thanks dude. I'll bring the money tomorrow, you bring the goods"
He laughs and says it sounds good. I say "Do you need my number?"
"I would, but I don't have a phone right now."
"Ohhh, okay. I gotcha." And then class ends and I go to lunch. The next day, he brings the PS2 and I give him the 10$. I got a couple games with it and ordered some on Amazon when I got home. For the next couple days, every time I see we saw each other in the hall or something, he'd give me one of those nods that says "Sup?" or he'd give me a fist pound. The next day at school after the trade off, he asked how the PS2 was treating me. We'd talk a little and I'd get nervous and go back to where I sat in art. After a week or so, we were talking at the beginning of art and we walked over to his table so he could work on his project that he was half-assing. We each had to do a free project once every quarter for art, and it could be anything we wanted as long as it was 3D art. So Gareth, being the slacker he is, put some chicken wire together to form the base of a "rocket ship". I took one look at it and said "Nice penis."
He said "Thanks , I know, but it's supposed to be a rocket ship. I suck at paper mache."
I say "That looks like shit. And all the paste looks like you just jazzed everywhere"
He looks me in the eye and says "Oops, sorry. Couldn't hold it in."
I say "Well, there's quite a lot here."
"Yeah, I know. Man, this rocket ship looks awful. Will you help me?" He says and looks at me with those puppy dog eyes.
I fake a sigh and dip my hands in the paste saying "Only because I love you."
And he claps his hands saying "Yayyy, Devon's gonna help me" We both laugh as I dip my hands in the paste. As mature and smart as we both were, we still laughed at the fact that the paste did indeed look like semen. I know it might have been my wishful thinking, but I swear I could feel our hands touch more than necessary when we were putting the strips of paper in the paste. His hand was so warm. I wanted to just hold it. We joked around the whole time and eventually had to clean up because it was five minutes till lunch.
We cleaned up and he thanked me (God, that sounds dirty) and we both went to lunch together. We hung around and he started introducing me to his friends and his "little buddy". I saw how popular Gareth was with the students and teachers. Though, he was more infamously known by the teachers. See, he was a trouble maker, but a nice one. Not a bully, but just got into trouble. Sorta like a class clown. There's this assistant principle named Mr. C. The C stands for some weird last name, but everyone calls him Mr. C. He's also known for being strict. Anyway, me and Gareth got lunch and took it and say next to each other, alone, in the hallway and ate. We were just talking and Mr. C . comes up to us and says "Gareth, come on. You know you're supposed to be in the cafeteria during lunch."
Gareth feigns looking all innocent and says "Sorry Mr. C. Look, I have a little buddy."
Mr. C. says "That's great, just don't get him into trouble. I don't even know him yet, which is good. Let's keep it that way."
Gareth and I start to get up and he says "Don't worry Mr. C., I'll be sure to get him in trouble for ya." And we walk back into the cafeteria.
I go "It's pretty bad that the assistant principle knows you by name"
He laughs and says "Yeah, he hates me. Just like most of the teachers." (which, I did notice. Sort of. They didn't like him because he wasn't always too keen on following the rules, but he was just so lovable. At least, I thought he was.) But sadly, lunch ended and I didn't have any other classes with Gareth. He's a Junior by the way, and took college classes last year, but got kicked out because he was absent too many times. He said the classes were easy though. He'll be doing college classes next year instead.
From that day on, my whole school day revolved around seeing Gareth during fifth period art and lunch. The bus ride home that day, I went through everything that happened between me and Gareth, and I picked up on stuff. Mainly stuff that I hoped was a sign he liked me as more than a friend. Like when our hands touched a lot during the paper mache. And how he knew my name when I didn't even know him.
And there was something else I remembered. At was about two weeks ago then. I was talking to this girl, Deanna. She's this Chines girl who was adopted by American parents. She also has this boyfriend, and they're always all over each other. His names Jimmy. Anyway, she was talking to me and it was like "So, are there any girls you like here?"
I said "Uhm, no. Not really."
"Oh. What about Anna?"
I said "Who?"
"Anna. She's in our English class. She sits in the one row next to Daisy (Deanna's friend). She has red hair. She's sorta dark, like you."
"I'm dark?"
"Yeah. Like you have those ear rings and you wear dark clothes sometimes. You're not emo... just dark."
"Oh, uhm, okay then." I said and laughed. I did have two small gauges, one in each ear. I'm not emo at all, and I just tend to wear dark clothes. They look good on me. I also wear black and white a lot. I just like how it looks.
She says "So? Do you like her?"
I said no.
"Aw. Why not? Is it because you're gay?"
I say "Yupp."
She laughs and says "Seriously, why don't you like her?"
"I just told you." I laugh.
"Oh my God, really? You're gay? You can't be!"
I laugh more and say "Yeah, I am."
She says "No way. You don't look gay."
And she goes on and sounds like she's in denial. By now, I'm sure everybody in the class has heard, but I don't really care. And neither do they. Everyone at this school, as I come to learn, doesn't care if I'm gay. It actually sorta makes me unique.
But that whole thing was a couple days before I met Gareth, so I don't know if he heard it or not. However, it would make sense if he knew. Because if he knew and he liked me, that would explain the sudden desire to sell me a PS2.
Oh well. I'm going to stop here for now. I left off describing what happened in the early days of February. I might write some more later today. It's currently March 16th, at 12:54 PM EST. I've got some more chores to do, then I might write some more. Sorry there was no sex scenes, but I can only write what has happened. We'll see how it advances. If there is sex, I will include it. In full detail.
Also, this is my first time writing anything to be read by other people, so sorry if it isn't good. All feedback is appreciated. My email is: dbetters37@yahoo.com