His Life By: Kelly Jean Email: NPGTwist@yahoo.com
It was right after third hour when it happened; you know. Its the time of day at school when you're finally awake and beginning to get hungry. I was standing against my locker waiting for my best friend,
Julie to come by. Suddenly a boy walked by. I'd never seen him before and this was my third year at this highschool. The first thing I noticed about him were his gorgeous blue eyes.
Part of my said, "Go for it Tony. Go up and say "hi." Introduce yourself. "Hi you gorgeous chunk of man, "I'm Tony Shawl." The other part of me, the more dominent part said, "Stand here, wait for Julie and look at him casually. Do not move."
Ah yes, I forgot where I was. Not my favorite club. A place where if the wrong person knows you're gay you're not going to hear the end of it and you will be ridiculed for the rest of your highschool career.
Maybe it was my imagination, but I looked at this (more then likely straight) guy and he looked back. His eyes were shinning like stars and his chest was almost fully visible through his thin t-shirt.
Suddenly my fantasy ended when the warning bell rang. Julie hadn't shown her face. What's new? I quickly rushed to History.
Lunch came soon enough. History had been a bore. I daydreamed about that boy for most of the class. My dreams continued to roll on through lunch until I was awaken by the very angel that was in my dreams. The same guy I had seen in the hall sat down next to me in the cafeteria. My other friends were so entralled with their own conversations they didn't even notice his presence. I certainly did.
"Mind if I sit here?" the angel asked me looking into my eyes.
"No, not at all," I replied moving my books for him. "I'm Tony Shawl."
He took my hand in his, "I'm Jake Fontain. This seems like a pretty nice school. It's my first day here."
And just like that we were friends. I couldn't believe it myself. Turns out he lives in my neighborhood; the last house on my side of the street. He rides the bus, and is a junior. I'm a junior as well, but I drive myself to school. Toward the end of lunch I offered him a ride home so we could "chill" at my house. Did we ever chill, and let me say, from that day on Jake Fontain changed my life.
We got home quickly. I brought him into my home to see that no one was home. I set my things down in my room then got him a drink from the kitchen. He looked around my house and said he liked it a lot.
Suddenly everything changed. He walked into my room. I had forgotten about the pictures on my wall of the guys. The moment he saw them he turned to me and bluntly said, "You're gay, huh?"
I nodded. Fear ran through me that he would hate me from this moment on.
Rather he walked up to me and said, "I could tell."
"God," I turned around, "You can leave if you want."
He walked up to me and hugged. Suddenly his lips were practically against my ear, "I'm gay, too," he whispered.
I turned to him and smiled. I couldn't believe it. He quickly walked over to my door, closed it and locked it. Next he turned off all my lights.
"When are your parents getting home?"
"Not for three hours."
Before I knew it Jake was totally naked right in front of me. I was shocked. Again I turned around. With my back to him I explained I had yet to have a boyfriend nor had I ever had a sexual experience in my life. His response was simply, "I'll show you."
Hesitently I walked toward the bed and he took off all my clothes. Immediently his hands touched between my legs and his lips kissed mine. I kissed back and licked his cheek. He took my hands and laid me on my bed. Then he put his hands between his legs. I started shaking.
Everything was happening so fast. I knew I was utterly in love with this man I'd known only the day. He was so delicious. I didn't want to stop feeling him against me. I massaged him everywhere. Then, I could feel him touching all over me. Feeling me, licking, kissing, sucking all over me. Then I felt him in me and I was in heaven...until my mom walked in....
To be continued.... (please email comments!)
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