Hi everyone! This is my first attempt at writing. This story is based somewhat in fact and somewhat in my imagination. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. And now the legal stuff...This story is about a gay teenage relationship. If this subject offends you OR you should not be viewing such materials because of laws in your state, DON'T READ ANY FURTHER!
Kevin and Austin Part 1
The first time I laid eyes on him, I knew that I wouldn't be able to get him out of my mind for the rest of the day. I walked into my second period PE class thinking, "Thank God I am finally a senior and only have one semester of this stupid class!" I started to dress down and that's when I saw him, just a flash of the top of his head. Not enough to get excited about, or to really even notice...but I did. It was almost a magnetic connection. As he stood up to put on his gym shirt I took in all the details: His defined chest and abs, his nickel-sized nipples, his light happy trail, and the color of his boxer band. Once he had his shirt fully pulled over his head I saw the cutest face I had ever noticed. He had short-cropped brown hair, light blues eyes, and a cute little stub of a nose, nothing too remarkable in itself. As I said before, it was the connection, as if I had known him for years. I started to wonder if there might be the possibility that this very cute guy could be like me...gay. While I was running some of the possibilities through my head, I guess I stared a bit too long because he moved his eyes to the floor and turned away. I was afraid of what he would think so I did what came naturally to me: I introduced myself to him.
"Hey kid! How are you doing today? What's your name? Mine is Austin." I asked all in one breath.
"Oh...hi", He somewhat nervously responded." I am fine, and my name is Kevin."
Wow, even his name was great. I didn't know too many Kevin's. He turned away, and satisfied that he didn't think me too weird, I left the locker room and headed into the gym. The whole class sat together as the teacher, Mr. Miller, explained the rules of his football weight training class and what would be expected of us this year. It was becoming clear to everyone in the class that we wouldn't be playing football too often, and since most of the guys, myself included, took the class so that we could play football no one was happy. Then the complaining started. "Coach Miller? Isn't this supposed to be a football class?" asked one student, whose name I would learn later.
"Yes it is." Answered the coach.
"Well then why aren't we going to play any football?" he whined.
"Because it is my class and I will run it the way I see fit" shot back the coach.
That wasn't the end of the complaining, but most of us resigned ourselves to a boring weight program all year. The first week was spent in the gym with all of the other classes so that all the administrative stuff could get done first. I continued to peek at Kevin when I could and tried to spark conversation with him. It was also becoming obvious that he was very shy...the only person he really spoke to first was another cute kid named Jake. Jake was kind of a preppy, and a bit of a snob. I didn't like him much. But I figured that if I could get close to Jake then I could get close to Kevin.
It was fun watching Kevin work out because he was so strong. I am not in bad shape myself at 6'3", 230 lbs., and curly blond hair, blue eyes, with a nice round ass. I enjoyed the work out and thought that maybe my way to Kevin would be through the exercise. I made myself available to him for any questions. That isn't so unusual since I am a senior who has played sports and lifted weights all through high school, and he is a sophomore who has only played one year of football and has never lifted weights.
"Hey Austin...Can I ask a question?" he started.
"Wasn't that one?" I joked. He gave me a look that said drop dead and I continued "Sure Kev. What can I help you with?"
"Can you spot me?"
"Absolutely!" I said.
He laid down on the bench and started his workout. He lifted an impressive amount for such a small guy. Standing maybe 5'8" and weighing 140lbs, I dwarfed him, but he was still lifting up near where I rep at. He finished his first set and I reminded him to breathe in on the down stroke and out on the upstroke.
"So where do you live Kevin?" I asked him, trying to spark some sort of conversation so that I could get to know a little more about him.
"I live about 10 minutes out of town." He answered. Silently I was thinking, "Yes! Success. I have started a conversation with him. Now all I've got to do is keep it going. Turns out I didn't have to.
"Where do you live?" He asked.
"In town, about 5 minutes or so from the high school. Hey! You should come over and hang out sometime on the weekend. I could come and pick you up. Ya know...if you wanted to", I said and then held my breath waiting for his reply.
"Yeah sure...if you don't mind picking me up and dropping me off." He answered.
"Mind? It would be my pleasure!" We then exchanged address and phone numbers and decided that he would come over that weekend. I was very happy...
Well, that's Part I. I hope you liked it. The second part is on its way! I know it's kinda short but I was in a bit of a rush to get the first part done. Question? Comments? Suggestions? Please email them to me at Austin_184@yahoo.com. Copyright 2000. http://austinsplace.cjb.net