The following story is fiction based on some fact and my wishes for things that "could/might have been" if the world worked like my hopeful mind. It will eventually include sexual relations between young men. Some characters and events are based on fact but the names, places and circumstances have been changed for obvious reasons. If you're not old enough to be reading this for WHATEVER reason, please leave now. If you are plenty old enough, please continue on and let me know what you think of my first ever submission to the Nifty Archives (email address is below).
Mason and Jack Chapter 1
My name is Mason, I'm currently 27 years old and am in a wonderful, lifetime relationship with the love of my life, Jack. He's 24 years old, is in the Marines and is currently deployed in Irag. He and I talked last night and decided we wanted you to know our story.
Jack, being my brother, Sandy's best friend meant that he was around a lot and he and I had always gotten along. I remember when I first realized I was attracted to him. He was spending a Friday night at our house. My single mother was at work until Sunday morning, and being 16, I was left in charge. My brother had gone to bed early and Jack and I were in the living room watching a movie. I was lying on the floor and he was lying in his makeshift bed on the couch.
"Can I ask you something, Mason?" Jack asked during a lull in the movie plot.
"Sure, ask away."
"When you're going through puberty, should you be concerned if you have what you think is too much hair on a particular part of your body?" he asked.
"What on earth do you mean Jack?"
"Well, I've got hair in all the usual places, and that's fine, it's the hair on my legs I'm worried about. Here, look."
He proceeded to pull the covers from his body and draped them over the back of the couch. I looked at his legs and he was right, for a 13 year old boy he really did have hairy legs. The hair there was very dark and matched the color of the mop on top of his head perfectly.
"It looks totally normal to me Jack," I said as I absentmindedly reached towards his leg. Catching myself before I made contact, I looked into his eyes with the question obviously written across my face. His slight nod was permission enough for me. I placed my hand on his shin and gently ran my hand up and down. I heard an almost inaudible moan escape his lips and noticed the crotch of his boxers move just a little. I removed my hand with a jolt as an explosion from the movie ruined our moment. I looked back to Jack's face and saw him looking at me and then close his eyes when I made eye contact again. I resumed my place on the floor and he pulled the blankets back over himself. We finished the movie.
I didn't really pay attention to much of the remainder of the movie. I was very confused by what I had felt when I touched Jack like I had. I had had my own reaction in my shorts, much like he had had. My heart rate still hadn't gone back to normal as I pushed up from the floor and looked to Jack. He was asleep. He was adorable, his mouth slightly open and a very quiet snore every other breath. I watched him for several minutes more and when my heart rate finally returned to normal and my head became clear, I realized that he was very attractive and I wanted him. I had never felt that way about any other guy that I could remember.
I made sure the TV and VCR were off and made my way to bed. The next morning I heard a knock on the door to my bedroom.
"Mason? Are you awake? Can I come in?"
"Sure, Jack. Come in," I said.
I rolled over so I was facing the door as he let himself in and closed the door behind him. He turned to me and a smile spread across his face. Then his cheeks reddened in the most adorable blush I had ever seen. "Hey," he said.
"Morning. How'd you sleep?"
"Very well, thanks. You?"
"I'm not sure, wasn't quite done yet."
The blush got deeper, "Sorry." He said, as he sat down on the bed and half turned towards me.
"Don't worry about it buddy. So, why are you up so early?"
"I don't know. I felt good after our talk last night. I've been so self conscious about my legs that I've been stressing myself out."
My sleep clouded brain just became clear enough for me to realize he had sat down in the bed so that he was touching my lower leg. I moved just enough to put a little bit of pressure where our bodies had made contact. I was looking into his eyes and I saw them flash to that point and then back to my face. The smile he had got just a little bit bigger, like that was even possible.
We sat looking at each other for a while. Then I felt the pressure in my bladder and my morning wood pressing into my briefs.
"Hey, can you give me a minute? I need to use the bathroom and I'm not exactly decent under here." I quietly asked.
"Oh, sure, sorry." The almost gone blush darkened a couple of shades of red. He got up and left the room. I did my business after putting shorts and a t-shirt on. As I walked out to the living room, I saw him sitting Indian Style on the couch. His eyes had been focused on the floor just in front of the couch, but as he heard me entering the room he looked up at me and smiled again.
"All done?" he sheepishly asked.
"Yep," was my response. "No TV?"
"No, was thinking, didn't want a distraction."
"I see," I said. I sat down next to him and made sure my thigh came into contact with his knee. I didn't turn the TV on either. We sat in silence, one of us moving our leg every once in a while. Me, to make sure he was ok with the contact and him, I'm not sure why.
When we heard my brother getting up and making his way to the bathroom, we moved apart without thinking about it. The rest of his visit that day was spent hanging out with my brother. We'd make eye contact fairly often and would smile in the others direction.
That night his father was supposed to come and pick him up. A few minutes before he was supposed to be there to pick him up, the phone rang. It was him, stating he had something come up and wouldn't be able to pick Jack up from our house. Jack's father asked if I would be able to bring him the 25 or so miles to his house, I told him it would be no problem.
When I told Jack about the change in plans, his face lit up, for the umpteenth time that day. Sandy didn't want to go, so we got Jack's overnight bag and got in the car and I started driving towards his father's house. The ride was quiet most of the way and we listened to the radio most of the way. There was little small talk as we each thought about what was going through our heads. We arrived at his dad's house and we got out. His dad came out of the house and shook my hand and gave me some money for gas. I tried to give it back saying it wasn't necessary, but he insisted so I relented and took the money without further question. Jack had come up behind me as his dad turned away with his backpack slung over his shoulder. He gave me a very unexpected hug and whispered in my ear, "I'll miss you Mason. Thank you for last night.and the ride."
"Anytime buddy. I like having you around. Don't be a stranger."
We didn't see much of each other for the next few weeks but I couldn't get him off my mind. I would be day dreaming about him in class and get called out by my teacher. Snapping back to reality, I'd turn bright red and apologize for not paying attention. I was beginning to fall for Jack, but didn't know what it meant.
By the time I saw Jack again, I had decided I was going to tell him how I was feeling. This was the first mistake I would make in our relationship.
"What do you mean you like me as MORE than a friend?" Jack asked that Friday afternoon.
"I mean that since that last night you spent at my house, I haven't stopped thinking about you. I think I might be in love with you Jack."
"You're a fag?!?" he practically screamed at me.
Quickly looking around the courtyard of our school I said, "I think I am. I've never felt like this before though. My stomach turns upside down and I can feel my skin get hot when I think about you. If that's what it means to be a `fag' then I guess I am."
He stood up from the bench we were sitting on at that moment and I couldn't tell what the look on his face was. Was it pain? Disgust? Fear? I have no clue but the words that came out of his mouth next, brought tears to my eyes.
"I'm not fucking gay dude, leave me the hell alone," and he walked away.
To say that I was crushed would be an understatement. I was in love with a boy and he had totally denied me. I sat on that bench for who knows how long, trying to get my emotions under control. Once my eyes ran dry I wiped my face on my sleeve, stood up and walked to my car. Getting in and starting it, I pulled out of the school parking lot and went home. There was no one home when I got there, so I went to my room and got ready for bed. I heard my mom come home. When she knocked on the door and asked if I was ok, I said that I wasn't feeling well and just wanted to sleep it off. She didn't pry. She was `cool' like that.
TBC
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Thank you for reading ~ J:)