*This series may contain explicit sexual encounters between teenage boys. This is a complete work of fiction, and is not to be read if you do not wish to see such content. With that being said, enjoy.
High School Daze:
Chapter One:
Katie always called me to make sure I was awake each morning, so it was no surprise when the phone rang at 6:30 on the dot.
"Don't you ever get tired of being so anal?" I asked, not needing to say hello, because I already knew who it was, you could practically set a watch by her.
"Oh, get over it bitch, finish whatever wet dream you're having today, and get dressed, I'll see you in an hour." With that, Katie hung up the phone. This had been oour morning ritual for the last two years of high school, and it was something we considered to be comfortable and normal, even if you are thinking its kinda weird.
I got out of bed, and made my way to the bathroom, so I could piss, and then take my morning shower. I was ready in about thirty minutes, and I got into my car to make my way to Katie's house to pick her up for school. She had her own car, but since we had been doing this for so long we had not even mentioned her ever driving, wouldn't want to break our set routine or anything.
Let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Jacob, and I am 17, a senior in high school, and I am an openly gay male. I currently do not have a boyfriend, and the last two that I had I couldn't tell anyone about anyways, because they were not "out" yet. Katie has been my best friend for about 5 years now, and she is what I would consider to be my "fag hag," but I wouldn't dare to ever let her hear me call her that, that is one label that she cannot stand. I am an average looking guy, a little skinny, but all in all not bad to look at. I am 5'10", about 135 lbs, I have blond hair (bleached of course), and green eyes. Everyone always tells me that I look like a refugee from a boyband summer camp, I always wear leather pants, and the tightest shirts I can find. I think I look good, and that is all that matters right.
I make my way over to Katie's, and pull into her driveway and honk the horn. After about 20 seconds, I see the front door open and Katie emerges with her bookbag in tow. She has that same perminant early morning scowl on her face that I have learned doesn't go away till about midway through second period. She opens the door to my burgundy '98 Cavalier (Dad bought it, beggers can't be choosy), and she takes her seat.
"Your late as always." I look at the clock on the dash the numbers clearly showing 7:32 I just shrugg and off we go making our way to school.
"So, how was your "date" last night?" I asked, probing for information with a slight tease in my voice. Knowing that the '"date" consisted of her "stalker" meeting her outside of her job wihen her shift finished, a routine that had almost become a nightly occurance the past few months.
The slap on the arm that followed was totally expected, and I was already bursting with laughter before the imminent slap came.
"I have told you a thousand times that I would never date that FREAK!!!!!" she said trying her best to look pissed, but I could still sense the playfullness in her voice.
"Come on, Terrance isn't that bad, and I hear his parents are loaded. Take one for the team girl, I need a new car bad." This comment only brought the scowl up a notch, and she turned to face the front of the car.
"If you think hes so great, then you fuck him." She smirked.
"No, he's not my type, you know I only go for the unobtainable closeted jock types." I said, this not being a joke, I did have a funny attraction to that which I could not have.
"Speaking of which, are you going to the swim meet tonight, I hear hes going to have a lot of college scouts looking at him, he could really use your support." She said
"I already told you that its over for me and him. He can't even bring himself to acknowledge me in school, much less hang out with me outside of it. Do you know how tiring it is to build a relationship based solely on fleeting encounters and behind closed doors quickies. Its not possible. If he wants my support he can ask me for it, and hes never going to, so lets drop it." I said getting pissed, I was so glad that we were nearing school, and this conversation would soon be over.
"I'm sorry I brought it up, I just think that two people who care for each other as much as you two do shouldn't be kept apart. Just give him some time, he'll come around." She said trying to console me.
"Hey look, we're here" I said sarcastically pulling into the busy parking lot to our school.
We got out of the car and said our goodbyes, we went off in seperate directions to our first period classes, promising to meet for lunch. I made my way up the steps leading from the parking lot to the front entrance, and into the quad where there were different groups of people milling around trying to savor each minute before they had to force themselves to endure another boring day of the same classes and teachers, and the same melodrama that was a part of each life at the school. I had almost made it to my first period class, Advanced British Lit., when I saw him. As much as I wanted not to, I found myself staring, hoping he wouldn't notice, but he always did. Steven Patrick, the star of the schools swim team, and my EX "boyfriend", was standing with a group of other jocks laughing and joking probably about which "ho," they banged the previous night. When he looked up and our eyes met, a chill ran up my spine as always, this was becoming another daily ritual, one I used to look forward too, now it just killed me every morning, and then to follow that up with the latest class discussion about Beowulf, or Macbeth was just torture at 8 in the morning. Not a word or a nod was exchanged between me and him, as always we just ignored each other and moved on. I made my way into the classroom, and sat at my desk, still 15 minutes away from class starting, and you still had about 10 minutes of morning announcements after that, so I laid my head on my desk and decided to catch up on some much needed sleep that I was deprived from every morning thanks to Katie.
The dream came on suddenly its was more of a memory than a dream. I was standing in the locker room late in the afternoon cleaning up after the swim team, another day in detention thanks to my smoking habit that I couldn't supress during my schoolday. I thought I had the entire lockerroom to myself until I heard a shower running. Intrigued by this I made my way toward the shower unit of the lockerroom. When I saw the shadow I started to get a little nervous. Being the only openly gay guy in the school if I was caught glimpsing another guy in the shower, I would be pummeled to death. Still my curiosity got the better of me, and I had to see who it was interupting my solitary cleaning process. I barely got my head around the corner when I saw him. Standing before me in all his naked glory with water cascading all around him was none other than the hottest guy in the school, mister hunk jock himself Steven Patrick. I was amazed by the bronze color that covered his entire smooth body. He was a god chiseled completly out of the rarest stones on earth. I must have made a noise, because he startled and turned to face me, I was caught, this was the end for me.
"Like what you see?" He asked, surprised, thinking he was alone just as I had a minute or two before.
"Sorry, I thought I was the only one here, I thought they might have left a shower running or something, I'll let you get back to your shower." I stuttered turning to leave the showering area.
"No wait. Im finished here. I actually wanted to talk to you." He said turning off the water and grabbing the towel that was hanging behind him. When he turned to wrap the towel around his waist, I caught a glimpse of what had been previously hidden by his leg, and it was the most beautiful completly shaved cock I had ever seen. I mean it wasn't huge or anything, but it was perfect nonetheless. The towel secure around his waist, he started toward me, I was scared to death, and my heart was pounding a mile a minute, I knew that he was going to kill me then and there, but I couldn't resist him, he just had a way of drawing me into him like a gravitational pull or something. He made his way past me, and moved onto the lockers where he started putting his clothes back on. The silence in the spacious room was deafening, and you could literally cut the tension with a knife. It was probably 5 minutes, and he was completly dressed before he said anything.
"I waited around, knowing you would be here. I think you are the only person that I could actually talk to in this school, and I wanted to, otherwise I think I am going to burst inside. Can we go somewhere? How much longer do you have here?" He stammered out almost in one breath, I could sense the urgency and pleading tone in his voice, and the frailty in which his request was delivered completly caught me off gaurd coming from someone usually so confident with himself.
"I was just finishing up, give me about five minutes, I know somewhere we can go, its secluded and very private. Wait in your car, and you can follow me there." I said, this obviously satisfied him, because he nodded and made his way out of the lockerroom after putting his stuff into his locker.
I finished everything I had left to do with surprising quickness, and made my way to my car. For some reason I knew that eyecontact would have been forbidden even though I knew he was watching me, I couldn't acknowledge that he was watching. I got in my car, and started to make my way out of the parking lot.
I turned and headed to a place I had always known of as simply "the rocks." It was a very secluded place just outside of town, and it was nothing but huge rocks in one big area with lots of places to hide, I used to come here to think when I was younger. I looked in my rearview mirror to see if he was behind me or if I just dreamed the whole encounter, but there he was following about 4 car lengths behind. I pulled onto the dirt road that lead to "the rocks," and navigated my way around the tricky turns in the road. When I got to the area I was looking for I parked my car and got out and waited for him to do the same. When he was out of his car I pointed to a wooded area just above where one of the biggest rocks stood. We navigated our way up the hill without speaking a single word. We got to a clearing in the woods, and I took a seat on a nearby rock, and he took a seat beside me about two rocks down.
"First off, you have to promise me that this doesn't go any further than me and you, you cannot repeat this to anyone at school or anywhere else in town for that matter. If you do my life will be destroyed." He said almost tearing up getting the ultimatum out of his mouth.
"Yeah, you can trust me, what is it?" I asked wanting him to confide in me, my trusting nature getting the best of me at times.
"I don't know how to explain it." he started "I mean your gay right, its not a secret or anything?"
I nodded my response. I had been out completely at school for the last 2 years, it was difficult, but I managed.
"I have these feelings, feelings that I can't control. They happen in the morning, during class, during swim practice and meets, especially when Im swimming. I look at guys, and I get aroused. I try not too, but I do. I think I'm gay, and its killing me." Now the tears were forming in his eyes. "I can't be gay. My fathers on the city council, my mothers a community advisor and a prominent lawyer, I have a standard to uphold to my family, and the community.
This will kill them. It can't happen. But everyday, no matter how hard I try I see one of my teammates in the lockerroom, or just some guy walking down the hall, and I find myself checking him out. I think about guys when I jerkoff. I've tried having sex with my girlfriends before, but I can never get it up. I blame it on being tired, but I know the real reason. I'm almost at the end, I don't think I could take my family being embarassed by their only son, the one that they were told they could never have, and then amazingly I came along." With this last part he completly lost it, and started sobbing uncontrollably in his hands. I moved my way over to him, and put my arm around him to try and console him, he resisted at first, but eventually rested his face into my chest his body shaking uncontrollably from his sobs. I felt so sorry for him, and I just wanted to make him feel better.
"It will be okay." I whispered, knowing the phrase that was uttered by anyone trying to console another would not do any good, but it was all I could come up with.
After about 10 minutes the crying subsided, and he was trying to gain his composure, obviously embarassed by this display of emotions.
"Sorry." He said his lips still quivering from the crying which had subsided, but not completly.
"I'ts okay, its just you and me." I said I think it made him feel better, because his eyes lit up just a bit, and the tears went away completly.
"How do you do it? How do you go each day and just be yourself, and not give a fuck what the world thinks of you. I envy you completly." this came as a shock considering I was the one who had always envied him.
"Trust me, most days I go home and cry like a baby because someone called me a fag, or someone put a pink ribbon on my car, or someone asked me what kind of dress I was going to wear to the prom." the last one, which had never actually been said brought laughter from both of us. "You just got to be yourself, if your not yourself then even if people like you, they don't like the real you no matter how much you want to believe it is."
He nodded his responce and then he stood up.
"I got to get home, I promised my mom I'd be home at 6, and its already 6:15.
Thanks for listening." he said, making his way back the way we came. I started back behind him, again, no words were spoken. When he got to his car, I stopped him before he got in I pulled a piece of paper and a pen out of my pocket and quickly wrote my number on it and handed it too him.
"Anytime you want to talk, day or night, I'm available." I said as he took the paper from my hand. I started to turn and walk away, but he grabed my arm.
His strength pulled me closer to him, and he moved in and gently placed his lips against mine. It was a quick sweet kiss, no tounge or anything, but the magnitude of the event sent a swift chill down my spine. As quickly as it happened the kiss was over, and he was in his car headed back the way we came, and I was left standing there pondering the moment. A moment that I would never be able to tell anyone about. At least not anytime soon.
The bell startled me from my dream state, and once again I was back in the classroom, only instead of seeing people coming in the class, all I was seeing was people leaving. Apparently I had managed to sleep through the entire class. I noticed my teacher Mr. Hanson staring at me over a stack of papers.
"Mr. Robinson, I trust that tomorrow you will get your sleep in before you come to school. I'd hate for you to miss the discussion on what we read today."
He said not really anger, but disappointment in his voice.
"Sorry Mr. Hanson it won't happen again." I said gathering my books to leave class. I got up and started for the door.
"Chapters 2 and 3 Mr. Robinson." he said not looking up from his papers.
"Yes sir." I said leaving the class and making my way to the next. More depressed than ever.
I know this doesn't have much sexual content, but it will eventually. I hope you like the first installment, and if you wish for me to continue please write me at GABigflamer22@aol.com. The next chapter will be coming out shortly if the response is good.