This is my first attempt at writing a like story, so it will deal with feelings and issues that may not be suitable for all readers. There is bad language, and eventually I will get around to sexual and all that good stuff, just not at the moment. If you don't like it don't read it. Hope you enjoy the story and hope to see you back.
Chapter 1: Strange Days
I walked home in a daze that day, I couldn't believe what had happened, I had been the quarterback for my football team in junior high and I went out for it when I finally got in high school and I didn't make it. There was a kid better than me, I had always thought that I had been the best and come to find out my two best friends had only been friends with me because I had been quarterback. Needless to say school sucked today. So why wasn't I really upset about the football thing? I don't really know. First year in high school and I failed already. Thinking on it my dad had wanted me to play football so I did, a family tradition thing, my mom was proud of me too. Now that their both gone who was I doing it for? Did I really want to do it anyways? When my dad died my mom had changed, she started drinking, that lead to a problems which eventually caused her to leave and my older sister taking care of me and my younger brother.
My sister Deandre had just graduated at the time and planned on going to college full time, but with mom's..decision she had to change plans, she went to school during the day and worked at night, it was tough on her, but she worked hard and got a "small degree" as she put it in administration and went to work in a lawyers office, she made great money but she wants more than that and she now takes school leisurely so as not overload herself and get a degree in what she wants.
There I was walking home, friendless and egoless, my whole high school life ruined and it hadn't even started yet! I walked in the front door and sat down at the table, sis had put down a brownie and a soda for me and asked how my day had been, and I told her every horrible detail.
"Your life isn't over for goodness sake, you're only fourteen! Maybe it 's a sign; maybe it's making way for bigger and better things." She began, "You know tonight's my class so you guys have to feed yourselves, I left some money in case you want pizza. If not put it with the grocery money,
ok?"
I nodded and she left to get her school things, for her everything that happened was a sign of something bigger or better. As I ate my after school snack I sat there and tried to reason why I wasn't pissed at not making the football team. God, I am so confused.
"Talking to yourself again squirt?" came a voice from behind me, I turned to see Chad standing there, a mutual friend of my brother and I. Well, not really a friend to me.
Chad was the same age as I except he was almost 6 foot tall, had short blonde hair and a confidence that could throw anyone off of their game, which was why he played basketball, he was good and had the opposition scared of him on the court. Everyone in school assumed he had screwed all the girls on the cheerleading squad when the truth of the matter was he had probably screwed all the guys on the cheerleading squad. Only a few close people knew he was gay and he loved sex and enjoyed talking about it.
"Where's Kevin?" Chad asked.
"He had to help his old wresting coach move into his new house, he should be back soon."
"Cool, Sebastian and I are playing basketball out back; just send him our way when he gets here." He stated. I nodded and went back into my funk. During that sort and sweet talk he had stood very close to me, well within my personal space and it drove me mad because I knew what he was doing and why. He told Kevin, my brother, that he always wanted to turn a straight boy gay. After that he made it his mission to drive me crazy, always hitting on me.
My thoughts were interrupted when Kevin walked in, looking at him one would assume he was seventeen maybe sixteen, but he was only thirteen and was easily two or three inches taller than me and he had a brawny, almost muscular build, he got that from wresting. He much more mature than I was, everyone assumed that he was the older brother, sometimes I felt like he was. I passed Chad's message to him and he went out back.
I decided to go out back and watch them for awhile and went back to wallow in my self pity. How long I had been there I do not know, but I looked up and realized it was just Chad and I. I stood up to go back inside and he stopped me, "Hey what's up man? Your not your usually egotistical self today."
"Chad, I don't feel like fighting off your flirtations today ok?'
"What? You know everything isn't about sex with me, can't I have a real conversation with you?" He stated.
I sighed and looked at him suspiciously; he was standing his distance and just fiddling with the basketball, waiting for me to continue. Maybe he did want to talk?
"I had a bad day a school is all."
"I heard," began Chad, "you didn't make the team. Sorry to hear that."
It had been the nicest thing he had ever said to me and I was taken aback to say the least. He stepped closer and I opened up a bit more and told him about the rest of the day, more than I told my sis and he nodded and listened.
I don't know what had happened, to this day I still don't know how it happened, but before I knew it he was kissing me and I took a step back, in shock. HE WAS KISSING ME! Chad had this evil, shit-eating grin on his face. He had planned it out.
"You bastard, I thought..how." I couldn't even think straight, how did he do it? How did I let him? Damn he was slick; he had taken advantage of me and of the situation to play his own sick little game. What the fuck was wrong with him?
I ran into the house and upstairs to my room, oh God, what had happened. How long had been kissing me before I.snapped out of it. I just slid against the wall and onto the floor and began to cry. I could still feel his lips on mine and I got really pissed off, because I realized that I had, to some degree, actually enjoyed it. "I don't like boys, I don't like boys." I whispered to myself, I cried harder then. Something in me had changed that day and it had been Chad's fault. What was I to do now?
Rather short I know, but don't worry I won't leave it there, but it was my first step towards an erotic style story, but with my past writings, all nonerotic, I like to have some semblance of characters and development, so if your looking for hardcore sex action it's not going to be quick on this. I want to hear from you, I want your opinions, so please be nice, it is my first time and I am a virgin of sorts as far as this goes.
write me at jcharrington@cox-internet.com or jeff_harrington1974@yahoo.com
Tad's Life -- jeff harrington2004