Jason and I met at the beginning of our sophomore year of high school. He had just moved from Montgomery to my small home town of Montevallo. From the very first moment I laid eyes on him, I knew that I had to have him. But there was one problem, I couldn't figure out if he was gay or not.
I spent hours daydreaming about him in class, at home, even at work. My fantasies were not usually sexual, mostly they were of us living together, holding each other, or just talking.
I've never been a very social person, I am an only child and my parents are very...well, un-cool when it comes to homosexuals . I'm not completely sure that they even know I'm gay, my mom caught me in a porn site a couple years ago. Needless to say she was shocked that her son would be looking at such things. But, I think she is in denial.
Anyway, back to the love of my life. When we first met we didn't talk to each other very much, not at all really, but then I found his lunch table and began to sit with him and his friends. Even then we only made eye contact and spoke little to one another. He always seems very happy just to be alive, he has a smile that is to die for, and he is very soft spoken. I could loose myself in his aqua blue eyes, but I dare not indulge too long for fear of being caught. Its not easy to stare in to someone's eyes without them noticing after a moment or two.
That's another thing, the way I catch him looking at me sometimes. He makes me think he is a possibility (you've heard of "gaydar", well, I think mine's broken.) I feel as though I could hold him in my arms forever when he looks at me.
One of his good friends A* I think is gay too or maybe Bi, I don't know. But I'm hoping that they don't have a thing going on.
That's all everyone.
Jason, if you read from this site please e-mail me, you have my address, and I think you will easily know just who I am.
P.S. If anyone reading is from Montevallo please drop me a line. Jonjon1485@aol.com
This is a true work, the names in this work have not been changed.