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This story is Based on mostly true events but Locations and other situations and names are changed to protect the people involved. If you are not 18, not into homosexual romance or sex, then don't read this. Also don't read it if you know it's illegal. This story contains sex between two consenting minors. This is my first story so please write back if you would like to hear more. Also there is a fine line between constructive criticism and downright flaming. So do me a favor and cool down if the story sucked and you want me to know how bad it was.
Hi my name is Pat, my family know me as PJ, and my close friends know me as Ace. I am a junior at George Washington High. At the age of 16 I stand 5'9'' and weigh in at about 165. I have Dark Brown hair, piercing eyes, and most people say my most noticeable feature is my full lips. I am into sports playing football, baseball, and wrestling. But I am more into school than sports. My favorite subjects are U.S. History and A.P. Literature. I am president of Spanish club, and belong to three other clubs. And because I am Catholic I go to CCD or Sunday school to receive confirmation. All in all I am a very busy guy. But let's get on with the story shall we.
I drive up to Blaine's house and watch as he bounces down the street. He waves and yells "Yo Ace what's the dilleo been trying to call your ass since 6. Bro you seriously got get out of those clubs your eyes are all weird and shit. You eyes look more red than my Dad's new Cycle , and bro you know how he treats that thing with mid-life crisis kickin in.". I looked at him too tired to reply and nodded, I never was a morning person, usually first period Spanish 4 always woke me up. Since I was always getting yelled at for doing my homework from the previous night in that class. Specially Trig, loved the teacher hated the subject. If theta crosses this and blah blah blah what is angle blah...don't you miss the days when math was confined to numbers rather than letters and alien symbols. Anyways, seems the Spanish teacher loved picking on me since she was also the advisor for Spanish club, and she always said how I wasn't being a good role model. But hey I am a procrastinator at heart, not by choice. I just barely find time for anything now. I went from bneing in the top ten students to the top 5 percent, a big drop.
"Well time to start another day". I groan as I look at the school. I usually spent the time before school sitting near the gym with my teammates. I can't call them friend since I only had three "real" ones. You know the kind that don't have two faces and talk shit behind your back. School was going relatively normal. The day was the same as always I talked with Christine and Leona about our report on "Use of Pathos in Classic literature" (migraine), then I saw him. I didn't know his name but I was captivated. He is definitely a pretty boy, very good looking. He stood at 5'4'' and weighed at about 130. He wore black quick drys and a red locomotion tee which is the normal school wear on the island, he also has black slippers and a local beaded necklace. He has dirty blonde hair and a heart wrenching face. After what seemed like forever, but was merely two minutes, I heard a sound. "Hello earth to Ace, so do you think that pathos is a sign of strong ethos in the writer?" Christine looked irritated mostly cause she knew I wasn't paying attention. Only she and Leona knew I was gay, I could never bring myself to tell Blaine. Not just yet that is. She knew I was staring to and she gave a knowing grin. "Bam!" the new kid was hazed his first day with water ballons from the sophomores. I knew there group it was the skater group that my neighbor Pedro was in. "Yo Pedro what the fuck! Can't you see the kid is new God damn why do you habve to be such a loser: I shouted Blaine quickly responded "Yea bro that's totally messed now get to your locker and get you gym change and give it to him now!" Blaine was more built than I making him a fromt line man on our team. Needless to say they were shit scared. Pedro was real sorry and even went as far as buying him a Soda and Pizza to show no hard feeling. After that me and Blaine invited him back to sit with us. I need to know his name. "Hi my names Pat and this big guy is Blaine." He smiled shook our hands and introduced himself as Ian Michael. I told him he could call me Ace. "You could call me Mikey though only the rents call me Ian. I just moved here from Hawaii, and it's been kind of rough. But thanks for getting me out of that sich."(Gosh his voice is gorgeous) "Hey no prob bro, just glad me and Blaine, you can call him B, were here to stop those assholes, they have a tradition of hazing new kids."
Weeks went by and I only saw him twice. He hung out in the gamers room. It was the science class where they had Anime, games, and basically all the "artsy" people to chill and share common interest. The two times I saw him my heart stopped, and it took me a few seconds to realize I was downright staring into the class.room. "Bro are we gonna go to grab lunch or what, coach is going anal on me and my stomach spoke it first words...it said feed me. No shit bro, now lets go before it possesses me. And why were you staring in there anyway." I had to think quick "Nah I was thinking of dropping in to check on my Anatomy grade, but I chickened out knowing I probably would get a long lecture from Mr.Snead." (nice cover).
Over the next two weeks I gathered information. I found out he wasn't in most of my classes since he was on a vocational path, and I was in college so our courses were in different buildings. I needed to get to know him more, when I found out he joined choir I jumped at it. "You joined choir! Tight end of the football team joined choir.shit bro. Whats up with that" Blaine was angry mostly because that cut off the only day I hung out with him. We usually spent Friday nights practicing for wrestling and hanging at his or my house. But choir practice was on Friday night. Course he was pissed as hell. " I need it for my college apps plus you always spend the night, and practice is only three hours bro." "Ace think about it your in enough clubs to get you to any college already, why burden yourself anymore, you stone or something?". That triggered something deep within me, I yelled "Never! Never suggest that I even do drugs!" My best friend Chris died at the age of 13 using drugs, and I hated drugs and all those who sell it or even offer it to me. "Geez sorry bro, I didn't mean it like that. I really am sorry Pat..." He looked really sad and put down "Hey no sweat bro" I knew he was sorry, especially with him calling me Pat, he only did that when we were having heart to hearts. He looked in my eyes and I could see a look of concern, but also another look...I can't describe it though, it was different. He shook his head out of his daze and walked to his car, before he got in he shouted "See ya later bro" (yup good ol B) "Later Bro Peace out".