Date: Wed, 2 Jun 2004 09:30:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Cryptic Angel <xanax32783@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baby Boy (Revised and Final)

Baby Boy:Revised and Final
By
Cryptic Angel


PART 1


I inhaled deeply on the Newport, letting the smoke
drift in my lounges for a few seconds before exhaling.
The rich minty tobacco taste engulfed my mouth as the
nicotine put me in a relaxed state. At 15, I had just
begun smoking, and I didn't think I would ever quit.
It was the one thing that kept me sane.

Putting the cigarette out in my ashtray and sliding it
under the bed, I stood up and looked in the mirror
that hung on my wall. My brown hair stood perfectly on
my head, its fade haircut complimenting the gray ENYCE
outfit that I was wearing, quite nicely. For a 15 year
old, I had a nice slim body with a build that all the
girls were after. I had my pick of the litter, so to
speak, but THEY weren't what I wanted.

Since the moment of my birth, I had known I was gay,
or at least I suspected. All I knew was that my
memories all consisted of hot boys, and no girls. It
wasn't anything that I was ashamed of, as I knew that
I couldn't do anything about it. I wasn't out to
anyone, as high school can by a hard place for teens
to begin with, and I didn't want the added stigma of
being a homosexual added to that. Not that my high
school days were hard. I was well liked by everyone,
and got average grades. I wasn't high school elite, so
to speak, but I wasn't a geek either.

Looking at the clock beside my bed, I noticed that I
was running slightly late, so I slipped on my white
Nikes, grabbed my book bag, and took off out the door,
heading downstairs. I glanced into the kitchen to see
my mom cooking a big hearty breakfast for my family. I
tried to escape out the front door unnoticed, but, to
my dismay, I failed.

" Come eat breakfast hunny," she shouted at me,
raising her voice over the stir of a spoon.

Here we go, I thought to myself. It wasn't like I
hated my mom. I respected her a lot actually, raising
my 14-year-old sister and me all by herself, working
two jobs to keep our lives nice and comfy. It was
just, I don't know. There's just something in a
teenaged boy's brain that stops him from allowing a
close bond with his mother.

" I'm just going to get something on the way to school
mom, " I replied, as I walked out the door.

Whew, family time avoided, I laughed to myself as I
set out on my quarter mile walk to the school.
Usually, I would try to catch up with some friends so
that I wouldn't have to walk in silence, but today^Å
Today was just so beautiful, Michigan autumn, leaves
turning colors, brisk wind blowing.

I took in all the beauty as I walked, the fall weather
letting my thoughts flow. I thought about my need for
someone and how hard it would be for me to find them
here. There were no out teens and I didn't want to
approach anyone myself out of fear of rejection or
something even worse. I had, up until now, not minded
the loneliness that my orientation brought me, but as
I watched more and more people couple up in school, I
had a longing in me. A longing to love and be loved.

After about ten minutes of pondering I reached the
school and went inside. I was slightly late, so the
hallways were mostly empty. School hallways have a
habit of being depressing to me when empty so I
hurriedly ran to my locker to drop off my coat and
grab my books. As I bent down to grab my English book
I felt a firm tap on my shoulder. Thinking it was a
security guard telling me to go to class I grabbed my
book and whipped around, expecting to be yelled at.

My breath caught in my body as saw the most beautiful
boy I had ever seen. He looked to be about 16 with
perfect complexion. His Eminem like hair stood perfect
on his head, not a strand out of place. He had a blue
diamond stud in his left ear and wore a matching blue
South Pole turtle neck sweater that showed off his
built chest. He was complete heaven in a six-foot
package and I struggled to say something, anything, to
keep him from realizing that I was checking him out.

" Uh yeah?" I managed to stammer out, regretting it as
soon as it left my lips. I sounded too impersonal, too
unfriendly.

" Hey, what up? I'm Jeremy. Uh, I was wondering if you
knew how to get to room 214?" he asked with perfect
confidence and a cute little voice that resounded in
my head long after the words were spoken.

I stared at him for a moment before responding. " Hey,
I'm Ty. Umm, are you new here?"

" Yeah, today's my first day. I'm totally fuckin' lost
in this place. Shit, first day, first class, and I'm
already late," he said with a small chuckle, as his
beautiful hazel eyes stayed locked on me. I made eye
contact for a second and then broke it. His eyes were
too intense for me^Å

" Heh, yeah I know how that can be. I just transferred
here this year. Umm, what room did you need?"

" 214."

" Come on, I'll show you where it is, " I replied
closing my locker.

" Tight," he replied following me through the winding
halls of the school. After a moment, we arrived at the
door and I just stared at him dumbfounded, not knowing
what to say.

" Well, maybe I'll see ya around? " he asked, before
grabbing the door handle.

I had to say something. I just, for the life of me,
couldn't get anything out. I felt like I was standing
in front of the damn pope himself, for crying out
loud. This was ridiculous!

" Hey, since you don't know anyone around here, do you
want to come over after school? We can listen to music
and shit, or do whatever," I asked quickly.

" Sure. Where do you want me to meet you?" He asked,
to my delight.

" Uhhh, after last hour, meet me at the front doors. I
live like a few blocks away, so we can walk."

" Tight, see you then Ty," he replied, going into the
class and shutting the door.

" Yeah, see you then," I said to myself.


~*~


I watched the rain pour down through the glass of the
high school doors, its rhythmic dropping sending my
mind into deep thoughts. He was perfect, the thugged
out angel that I had been searching for, and^Å And, I
knew I could never have him. The entire day I had been
thinking about him, his smile and his hazel eyes.
Everything about him was perfect, even down to his
smell. I would never think about Perry Ellis cologne
in the same manner again.

He tapped me lightly on the shoulder and then walked
in front of me, just as beautiful as before. He was
wearing a leather jacket, which was sure to not keep
him dry in the cold autumn rain outside. I wish that I
had had a car, for I didn't want him to have to suffer
the cold rain outside.

" You ready?" he asked, opening the door.

" Ready as I'll ever be," I replied as we both ran
outside. I lead him to my house, running through
puddles, trying to dodge the raindrops, but for every
one that we dodged, five more pounded down on us,
drenching us by the time we reached my vacant house.

" Damn, we made it," Jeremy said, taking off his coat.


" Just throw it on the floor, " I replied as I took
off my coat as well.

" Hey man, do you got a shirt I can wear? That coat
fuckin' sucks^Å I'm drenched." He asked, giving me the
cutest puppy dog face I had ever seen.

" Uhh, yeah, hold up a sec," I replied as I ran
upstairs, and grabbed him a blue Fubu hoody.

Descending downstairs I stopped in my tracks as I saw
Jeremy standing there, shirt off, thrown where his
jacket was. His hair was dripping, forming little
droplets that ran down his perfectly built chest. His
stomach was chiseled into a small six-pack, and his
belly button was the cutest little thing I had ever
seen. Everything about this kid was perfect.

I got to the bottom of the stairs and threw him the
shirt. He walked to the couch before putting it on,
giving me a full view of his back, which was just as
perfect as the rest of him. I noticed a tattoo between
his shoulder blades. Blue old English lettering
spelling out Baby Boy burned into his back.

" Cool tattoo. What does it mean?" I asked, sitting
next to him on the couch. I switched on MTV and then
put my entire attention on him, waiting for an answer.


" I was locked up for a year in a youth home. This was
my nickname there, and it just kinda stuck," he
replied, holding his head down almost as though he was
ashamed.

" What were you locked up for, if you don't mind me
being nosy?"

" Me and some friends stole this car. It was really
stupid but it was a long time ago. I had been doin a
lot of drugs and shit, and^Å I dunno. I've basically
been on my own since I was nine. That's when my mom
died. And, my dad^Å He's just a fuckin drunk. Fuck it,
that was all in the past anyway. I don't fuck around
like that no more. That's why my dad moved us here.
Kind of a fresh start thing, you know?" He was staring
at me now, a sad look playing across his face. I
wanted so badly to hold him just then, kiss him and
tell him that everything would be okay. I felt like he
needed that love, wanted it.

" Damn," was all that I could get out, all that I
could think of. I did eventually muster up the courage
to put my arm around him, and just hold him for a
minute. He didn't mind, and after a few second, he
looked up at me and smiled.

" Shit dude, fuck all this sad shit. Lets watch some
TV." he replied, grabbing the remote and flicking
through the channels.

I felt connected to Jeremy at that point. I felt as
though I could feel inside him, his pain, his wants^Å
His everything. I fell absolutely in love with him and
decided that if I didn't have him, I'd be totally
crushed.



The next three months flew by at a hurried rate.
Jeremy had become my best friend, my only friend
really, as I focused all my attention on him. He was
the reason I awoke in the morning and the reason that
I lived my everyday life. I fell so in love with him
that my every waking moment was spent thinking about
him and caring about him.

If he had been gay, I would no doubt be the happiest
person on earth, but I was just as happy spending as
much time with him as I did. Every second of every day
we were together and it was a great feeling to know
that he cared about me, even though it wasn't always
the way that I had hoped.

He had spiraled downward since our meeting. He partied
every night, getting drunk, getting fucked up. I was
always there with him, to watch out for him, to make
sure that he was okay. He had basically dropped out of
school, only attending when he wasn't too hung over to
get up in the morning. I cried for him every night,
wishing that he could be okay, that I could comfort
him, but I wasn't what he wanted, what he needed. It
killed me so much, knowing that the one person in this
world that I would die for, couldn't be helped by me.

Tonight was no different than any other. We had gone
to one of his boy's house, and he got drunk, trying to
kill off all memory of his mother, or his fucked up
father. He was always the life of the party, the one
that everyone wanted to be with. It bothered me for
some reason, watching him associate with all these
other people, having fun with them, laughing with
them. The only thing that consoled me was knowing that
I was the one that he always left with and always
talked to. I was the one there with him through
everything, and that meant a lot.

We walked the mile from his friend's house to mine. He
had practically moved in with me, and my mom no longer
requested to be asked when he was spending the night.
I looked at him as we reached the door, and he seemed
to be zoned. He hadn't drank, what I thought was that
much, but looking at him, I could tell he was
obviously drunk, or thinking about something.

" What's on your mind," I asked him, opening the door
and leading him upstairs to my room.

" Shit, usual fucking shit. I don't really want to
talk about it okay?" he said, closing the door behind
him. This was the first time that I had ever seen him
NOT want to talk about his problems, but I relented
and left him in silence. He took off his shirt and
laid stomach down on my bed, well, what had really
become our bed.

" Will you draw on me?" he asked. Over the last couple
months, I had learned that he liked to be touched,
rubbed, anything. It had become tradition for me to
draw and doodle on his back until he fell asleep. It
bothered me to be so close to him, without "having"
him, but I could never say no.

"Of course," I replied. Grabbing a pen, I proceeded to
draw on his back. Sitting there, straddling him, I
wished that he'd love me, be with me, and hold me.

For almost an hour, I doodled on his back. When I was
sure he was asleep, I went out on a limb, and wrote, "
Can I be your man." I don't know why I did it. Out of
hope, out of anything. I sat there staring at him for
a moment, hoping for a response from him even though I
knew none would come. I relinquished all hope after a
moment and got up to go to bed.

" Yes," he said as I laid down.

I looked at him, as he flipped over onto his back and
looked at me with a smile.

" Yes what?" I asked. I was sure that he didn't know
what I had written on him. There was no way for him to
know.

" Yes, you can be my man," he said, eyes burning right
into mine.

My heart jumped into my throat, and I couldn't speak.
The one person that I'd ever loved in my life just
told me he wanted to be with me, and I couldn't say
one fucking thing. After a brief moment that felt like
a decade, I spoke. " You're drunk. You won't feel this
way in the morning."

" Look dog, I've been in love with you since the
moment I saw you in that hallway. You are the only
person to ever understand me and to stand by me since
my mom died. I'm not fucking drunk. I promise you that
everything will be the same in the morning. I
promise."

He looked into my eyes as he spoke and I fell into
him. I shifted on top of him and straddled his
stomach, looking deep into his eyes. Everything was
right in the universe as I slid my tongue into his
mouth.

We let our tongues dance for minutes, his hands taking
off my shirt as our souls interchanged through our
tongues. They were our connection.

Breaking our lip lock, I slid my tongue down his neck
and to his nude chest, where I licked his small hard
nipple. He let out a cute little whimper as I took it
into my mouth, and delicately sucked at the hardness.
I felt my six-inch member grow in my pants as I slid
my tongue down further to his belly button. He hastily
undid his jeans as I pulled them and his CK boxers
off. He looked at me with a sort of cocky smile as I
absorbed what had to be the "prettiest" cock I had
ever seen. It stood erect, reaching seven inches in
the air above a nicely trimmed patch of light pubes.

I looked at him for approval before I continued and he
just smiled at me, giving me the okay. I stuck my
tongue out and licked under the head of his penis,
very lightly, my first taste of manhood. He let out a
short moan as I took his member into my mouth and
began sucking. Placing his hand on my head, he
directed me as I bobbed up and down on his penis. He
lifted my head up off his member, as I looked at him
with a bit of confusion, but understood, as he undid
my pants and pulled them off, revealing my erect six
inch penis. He placed it into his mouth, licking the
slit of the head lightly with his tongue. I let out a
low moan, as electricity shot throughout my body. It
was the best feeling that I had ever felt in my life.

I grabbed his head and brought him up, only to swing
his member towards me, in a 69 fashion. We sucked each
other off for what seemed like hours, until he shot
his load into the back off my throat, making me gag at
first, but eventually, I swallowed it all down. His
teen taste made me cum as well, shooting my load all
over his chin.

We laid in bed for a while after our sexual session,
just holding each other. Our heartbeats actually fell
in sync with each other, as he looked over at me, his
eyes as beautiful as ever.

" I love you, Ty," he said, kissing me deeply.

" I love you too Jeremy. You're my baby boy."
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This is going to be the final draft of Baby Boy Part
1.  I've edited it and added some stuff, so please,
everyone let me know what you think.  You can email me
at <a href=mailto:xanax32783@yahoo.com>xanax32783@yahoo.com</a>.
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