My Jay Chapter 1: In the Beginning... This story is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.  This story deals with mature subject matter of a homosexual nature. It is not advised to allow minors to view this material.

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My Jay Chapter 1:  In the Beginning...

"Mr. Goodson, Mr. Pettit, you two had better get quiet or I'm sending you to the Principal's office!"

Typical.  Jay and I always get in trouble for talking in class.  We're used to it by now, and most teachers just accept that that's the way it's gonna go, but Mr. Treneman just can't get over it and leave us alone.  He still tries to shut us up every day, but we talk anyway.  Besides, we're seniors.  What else have we got to do?

Jay was saying something about sleepovers, and I swear I was trying to listen, but I couldn't help myself.  I was watching his lips move as he spoke to me.  No matter what he said, his lips always looked so sensual while he was saying it.  I soon lost myself in thought and remembered the first time I had seen him...

"Who is that kid," I said to myself as I sat in my seat on the bus.  The more I looked at the boy sitting behind me, the more fascinated I became with every detail on his face.  There was just something about him that was irresistible to me...

"So, will you?  Josh? Hellooooooooooooooo! Earth to Josh!  What is wrong with you?  I've been talking to you for ten minutes, and I'll bet you haven't heard one word I've said!"

"Will I what?"

"I asked you to sleep over at my house tonight.  So, will you?"

Was he really asking me that?  Did he even have to ask?  In the six years I'd known Jason Pettit, I'd never missed an opportunity, so of course, I said, "Sure, man.  Whatever you want."  Now, I know that was a little to eager, but that's never stopped me before!

Jay's one of those guys that you drool over the moment you see him.  It's instant attraction.  He has the most beautiful deep blue eyes.  I swear they can see right into my soul.  When he looks at me, I feel like he can read my every thought.  His hair is as black as coal.  It hangs down to just below his ears, and he keeps it parted down the middle.  It frames his cute face perfectly.  Ooh... his face!  He has the best features of all the hotties in Hollywood rolled into one.  I don't understand how anyone can be so lucky.  Everything about him is perfect.  His body looks like the body of a Greek god, and he says that he never works out and eats like a horse.  I don't believe a word of it!  And next to my brown hair, green eyes, and plain face, he looks even better.

I arrived at his house that night with the usual stuff.  Jay had rented some movies for us to watch.  He even popped some popcorn for us to munch on while we watched the movies.  The first one we watched was a huge surprise to me.  Jay put the movie in, sat down beside me on his couch, and said, "You're gonna love this one.  I've seen it before, but I rented it again just so you could see it."

I was totally freaked out when the title came up on the screen.  Chasing Amy it said.  Hey, wasn't that supposed to be a gay movie?  Surely he wouldn't have rented a movie like that for us to watch together.

But, sure enough, it was the movie I'd heard of.  We pretty much watched it in silence, with me making the homophobic remarks at the right times like I thought I was supposed to.  I didn't want Jay to know that I was gay, so I had to keep up appearances, you know.  When the movie was over, Jay turned to me and said, "Well, what'd you think?"

"I... uh... I guess it was okay, if you like that sort of thing."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, really.  I just meant that it was an okay movie, that's all."

After that little exchange, our conversation drifted to the usual guy stuff.  We talked about cars, sports, and I even listened while Jay talked about girls.

Eventually, we went to sleep on his bed...  

I was having an awesome dream.  Jay and I were on a desert island.  It was so hot, we had to take our clothes off.  We swam nude in the ocean.  The cool water felt soooo good on my skin.  Afterwards we lay on the beach together, kissing and caressing.  When Jay's hand touched my most private of areas, I nearly exploded!  And at that moment, I opened my eyes...  

Somehow, the dream didn't stop when I woke up.  It took me a minute to realize that it wasn't a dream.  There was a hand on my body, and it wasn't mine.  Jay's hand was moving slowly and silently up and down in a perfect rhythm.  It felt so good, better than my own hand had ever felt before.  I stayed as still as possible, trying not to let him know I was awake.  But, when I was right on the edge, when I was so close to release, I moved.  Ever so slightly, but it was definitely noticeable, especially if Jay was waiting for any movement.  His hand left its position in a split second.  I wanted to scream for him not to stop, but instead, I fell asleep.  For the rest of the night, we both slept fitfully.

In the morning when I woke, alone, I had no idea where I was, until I remembered the events from the night before.  I put some clothes on and went downstairs, to find Jay in the kitchen eating breakfast.

"Mornin' Josh." Jay said in his sexy early-morning voice.

"Mornin'.  Hey, where are your parents?"

"Oh, they're out of town this weekend.  We've got the house all to ourselves.  Want some cereal?"

I made myself a bowl of cereal, sat down opposite him at the table, and was suddenly so hungry that I started eating like a starving animal.

"Whoa!  Slow down man.  I'm getting hit by falling debris over here!"

With my mouth full of cereal, I giggled, "Hehehe, sorry.  I'm so hungry I could eat a horse."

"Since my parents are gone, you wanna stay here again tonight?  We could just hang out all day today and goof off."

"I don't know, man.  I got stuff to do."

"You've got stuff to do?  Hey, you're not letting your old lady push you around anymore, are ya?  I mean, hey, you're 18 and you can do whatever you want."

"Yeah, I guess you're right.  If she wants stuff done around the house, she can do it herself, cuz I'm staying here.  I'm not her slave."

"See, now, doesn't that feel better?" Jay said with evident mockery.  I giggled a bit too girlishly and went back to devouring my cereal.  I was still eating when I heard Jay knock something over and mutter `shit!' under his breath.  I looked up to see him cleaning up cereal and milk as fast as he could.  I felt obligated to help, so I got up to lend a hand. "Hehe, need some help there, grace?" Looking a bit embarrassed, Jay replied, "Nah, that's alright, I can get it." Isn't that funny... spilled food helped us meet each other...  

My first day of sixth grade was a scary time.  I'm sure it was for everybody.  I had no idea what it would be like to have a different teacher for every class.  The classes were larger, and I wouldn't have all my friends in the same classes all the time.

I had made it okay through my morning classes, but I was still a bit skittish.  Thank goodness it was lunchtime.  I was starting to get tired of standing up, saying my name, and telling a little about myself... yeesh!  I was standing in line when I saw him.  It was the same guy I saw on the bus this morning!  What should I do?  Should I talk to him?

I was not yet old enough to understand what I was feeling.  All my twelve-year-old mind knew at the time was that it felt kinda funny.

I snapped back to reality when I heard a crash and a bunch of kids laughing.  I looked over to see what all the commotion was about, and I saw my dream-boy on the floor with the food from his tray spilled everywhere.  Nobody offered to help, everybody just stood and laughed at him... I felt so bad for him, so I walked over to help him clean up his mess.

"Need some help?"

"Uh-huh.  I dropped my tray."  He said with a shaky, pre-pubescent voice.

"I see that.  Heheheh."

By the time everything was cleaned up, we had formed a bond of friendship that could never be broken.  

My reverie was interrupted by Jay's laughing.

"What's wrong with YOU?!" he laughed.

"What?"

"You have the stupidest look on your face!  You should see it!"  he laughed still more.

Embarrassed, I stammered, "I was just... thinking, is all."

"Well, quit thinking and help me clean up this mess... please."

"Oh, all right."

I helped him clean up his mess, and finished my own breakfast while Jay talked my ear off about what we could do all day today.  After much debate, we finally settled on going to the mall.  We could easily make a day of that, because we both enjoyed going to music stores, electronics stores, eating A LOT, and of course, scoping the crowd.  Isn't that what all teenage guys do?

Even though I had declared my freedom from my mother's iron grip on my social life, I decided it was best to call her and tell her our plans anyway.  I guess it was the least I could do for the poor woman.  She didn't know I was emancipating myself yet.  When I called, I was surprised to hear her say "That's fine, honey, don't forget to come home and grab some clean clothes for tomorrow."

I hung up the phone and waited for Jay to get dressed.  We would go to my house first to get my clothes and some CD's to listen to in Jay's car, then we were going to the mall.  We got in Jay's car (which is a Star Fire Blue 1999 Nissan Maxima... I loved it... the moon roof had definite possibilities!) and headed towards my house, a measly four blocks away.

Well, that's Chapter 1.  I don't know when you should expect chapter 2, since I'm now starting a new semester at college.  Besides, these things take time, you know :-) 

Lemme know what you thought at schoolfield@juno.com.   Your response will let me know whether or not to continue this story!  Got any suggestions for the next chapter?