Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2001 01:55:36 EST
From: PheonixFire07@aol.com
Subject: Chad and Me part 3

     Sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter in. I had some
unexpected pleasentness occur,lol. Anyway, here's the latest in the "Chad
and Me" Let me know what you guys think.


      "So, what do you do back here?" His smile brightened, as if he
could tell what I was thinking and knew that he was going to surprise me
with his answer. "Nothing, mostly, I usualy just sit here and think." He
looked at me as though he'd just told me he wanted to screw me, "Is that
wierd to you?" He asked, sheepishly. "No," I said, meaning it, "No, not
at all, I think it's cool."
     "You do?"
"Yeah, I think it's cool that you don't bother with rules and teachers,
and you just do your own thing." If I hadn't already reached my maximum
intake of sap for that day, I had now. "I wish I could be more like you."
Overload. "Well, you are, aern't you?" Chad was talking now, "I mean,
you're here and everything..." Not wanting to make him feel stupid, I
answered fast, "I know what you mean." I glanced around at our enclosure,
"Yeah, Iguess I am kinda like you." Chad gave me a look, "In what ways?"
He asked, and I felt the atmosphere of the conversation change from
serious to flirtatious very quickly. "In every way." I said, putting on
my best flirty smile. "Oh really?" he said, "Well, we'll just have to see
about that." He reached his hand out for my pants and I quickly pulled
away. "What are you doing?" I said, holding back laughter. Chad, however,
didn't catch on. The smile faded from his face, and he was now staring at
the floor. "I'm sorry, I -" He started, but I cut him off, "No, it's ok,
it's just, we can't do that here." He looked up at me inquisitivley, and
all traces of uncertainty were lost when I repeated his gesture, and
reached for the waistband of his gym shorts. But instead of pulling back,
Chad remained perfectly still. Except for the 2 seconds he used to lean
back, while looking into my eyes, almost as if he was inviting me to do
whatever dirty thing I had in mind. Which, of course I knew, he was. But
instead of reaching my hand in and collecting my prize, I stuffed the
peice of paper i had been holding into his breifs. Chad looked at me with
a question on his face, but instead of asking, he reached into his shorts
and pulled out the paper. He talked while he unfolded it, "What's this?"
he asked, though I suspected he already knew the information that lay on
that paper. After fully unfurling it, he looked down at the paper, "Is
this an invitation?" he asked, that sly smile once again gracing his
face. Something like that, only this invitation isn't just for one time,
you can come whenever you want." I noticed the expansion of his smirk.
"Well  could already do that." He said, again sporting his killer smile.
I smiled, "Sicko." I said, playfully. Then I was lost in his smile again,
like so many times before. "So when exactly is this invitation for?"
Chad, once again, brought me back to reality. "Well," I said, "it could
be for tonight, if you want." Chad smiled. "Or it could be for any night
you choose." I finished, hoping he'd catch the hint in my voice. Before
he could answer, though, the bell rang, and suddenly I was aware that it
was after class, and that we had actualy apent much more time back here
then we were aware of. "Uh, we have to go." I uselessly stated. Chad
seemed to not like that idea, "Yeah..." I quickly came to the rescue, for
both of us, I think, "But hey, don't worry, you'll see me tonight,
right?" That brightened him up. "Sure," he said, "I'll see you tonight."
With that, he climbed over me and left our sanctuary. I stayed behind and
was late to class.
     "So, what's your friend's name?" It was a little while before
dinner, and my mother was talking, but I couldn't hear her. I had too
much on my mind. "Danny?" The only thing that snapped me out of space was
when she poked me in the stomach. "Ow." I said, meaning it. being jabbed
in the stomach is alot more painful when you've just been staring into
space. "I'm sorry, honey." Mom said, obviously ashamed. "It's ok," I
said, "what were you saying?" She wasted no time, "I just wanted to know
what that friend of yours' name is." I held back annoyance, at her way of
constantly nosing around in my business. "His name's Chad." And this is
exactly when I realised, or remembered, that my mother did not know what
I had known my entire life. I'd told everyone else I knew except her. It
also occured to me that I would have a hard time explaining the
sleepover. "Well that's a nice name, have you known him long?" I decided
this was a good time to lie, "Yeah, I've talked to him a few times at
school. But we've just recently been hanging tou a lot more." Hanging
out? My mother obviously had never heard anyone use that term before, she
made a face, though hers less  noticeable than mine. "Well that's good."
She said, somewhat saving herself. "Can I be excused?" I asked, wanting
desperatly to get away from where this conversation might be headed.
Despite the fact that I had never actualy told her I was gay, I knew my
mother had her speculations. And bringing a boy over to spend the night
would only feed those speculations. "Sure, honey." The tone of her voice
riddled with curiosity. I didn't bother asking, just got up, and went to
my room to await Chad's call.
     It came shortly after dinner, the call i mean. About a half an hour
later Chad's voice was melting me through the receiver of my phone. "Hi."
he said, though it sounded to me like, "Hi, can I have sex with you right
now?" I was automaticaly mute. "Hello? Are you there?" Chad cooed on the
other end of the phone. "Uh, yeah, I was busy" Buzz! Wrong! "Sleepy,"
Buzz! "I was eating dinner." A little better. "Oh, sorry, am I
interrupting?" Damnit! "No, not at all. I was waiting for you to call,
actualy." I couldn't see him through the phone, but I knew he was
smiling. "Oh, really?" He sounded surprised, actualy, and I wondered for
a moment if I had cought him at a bad time. Then I rememberd, I didn't
call him, he called me. "That's sweet." He said, making me forget what I
was thinking. After a moment, I answered back, "So what time are you
coming over?" I asked, hoping it was long after my mother had left for
work. "Um, whenever's convenient for you." Cute little jerk, he wants me
to make all the decisions. I laughed a little, and, gladly, Chad didn't
hear it. "Well, my mom's going to be gone for work at nine, is that ok?"
He didn't say anything for a while, probably getting permission. A few
minutes later, his voice came back to my ear, "How about eight-thirty?"
Damn, a half an hour too soon. "Sure, that'd be fine." I said instead.
"Ok, great." And then he was gone, never to return until eight-thirty
that night.
     When he finaly did show up, it was nothing but mixed emotions. I was
happy that he had shown up, and I was also angry, and a little bit
embarassed that he had to meet my mother. By the time my mother left,
however, I felt slightly less anxious. Chad had seems perfectly
comfortable with her. When my mother was safely out of view of the house,
Chad turned to me with a look on his eyes that I still can't entire;y
explain. It was either a mixture of relief and nervousness, or of pure
lust and love. "So, what do you want to do?" Was all he said. I gave him
my flirty smile, and that was enough for him. He grabbed me by the arm
and playfully flung me onto the couch. Then he climbed on top of me and
kissed my stomach through my shirt. I looked down at him, amused, "That
cotton can't possibly taste good." I said, smiling. He didn't say
anything, just lifted up my shirt and pressed his soft lips against my
bare flesh. I gasped a bit, feeling the kiss tingle throughout my entire
body. "You think that felt good, wait 'till a little later." I looked
down at Chad again, and he was looking right into my eyes, smirking quite
devilishly. "Oh yeah?" I said, wanting desperatly to swallow him whole
right then and there. Just then, my ears exploded with a burst of sound.
When Chad's face fell, and he sank his head into my chest, I realised it
was the phone. "Damnit," I groaned, as I rolled off the couch. "Wait
right here, I'll be right back." I said to Chad as I was leaving the
room. I ran into the kitchen, and into the phone. I couldn't quite get my
hands completely around the reciever when I picked it up, as evidence of
the preceding events. "H-hello?" I choked out, finaly getting my hands
securely on the phone. "Hello? Danny?" It was Katy, "Yeah, hi Katy." I
said, in my please-make-this-quick-I'm-real-busy voice.
"Hi!"
"What's up?"
"Um, i just wanted to know what you were doing tonight?"
"I'm...busy," Buzz! "I mean, I have company."
"Oh, oh, oohhhh." I laughed, "Yeah," I said. "It's not what you think,
though."
"Oh, please, Danny."
"Ok, it's exactly what you think." A giggle from the other line.
"What's his name?"
"Chad."
"Chad?" There was a sound from the other line, like Katy had dropped the
phone.
"Are you alright?" I asked. "Yes, I'm fine." She answered, a little too
quickly.
"Sorry, it's just...Chad? School Chad?"
"Yes, why?"
"Nothing, I just...I didn't expect him to..."
"You like him, don't you?"
"What? No, yes, maybe, yes." There was a long pause. "Are you still
there?" I asked. Half really wanting to know, and half just wanting to
get back to Chad.
"Yeah, i'm still here, I just can't believe it's him."
"Oh."
"Well, have fun."
"I will." Another giggle. "Bye bye, Katy."
"Bye bye."
     I hung up, and as I walked back to the living room, I wondered what
Chad could be doing. I walked through the kitchen door into the living
room, and headed for the couch. When I got there, though, the couch was
empty. Nothing. Except For a peice of folded paper lying on the coffee
table. Panic struck me, what if he left? Did i talk too long on the
phone? Picking up the piece of paper, I didn't want to read it. But if he
did leave, at least I'd know why. I unfolded the paper, and imeddiately,
somehow, I knew it wasn't bad news.

      Danny,

Whenever you decide to stop talking to your boyfriend on the phone, I'll
be upstairs.


                     -Chad

Laughing, I set the note on the table and started up the stairs. I could
smell his cologne lingering in the air, and it made me hungry for him.
For his touch, the feeling of his soft, smooth skin against mine. Halfway
up the stairs I noticed that i had begun to run. I slowed my pace so as
not to look wierd. Just outside my bedroom door I could hear music
playing softly and I wondered just what Chad had in mind for this
evening. But putting all uncertainty behind me, I opened the door. I
don't know how he did it, but Chad had managed to sneek one of those
coloured light bulbs past me. It cast a soft, pink glow all over the
room. it worked, strangely, i was beginning to get more excited. When I
finaly got to the bed, nothing could have prepared me for what i saw.
Chad lay on the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of my underwear. When he
saw me he glanced down at the briefs, "They fit nice, don't you think?"
He said. I giggled a bit, then hopped on the bed, crawling across it
untll i reached Chad. I was on top of him, with his legs inbetween my
own, and my arms bracing myself on the headboard behind Chad's head.
"Well, hello there." He said, looking down at my hard-on, blatantly
obvious, even through my jeans. We both giggled this time, as Chad worked
my shirt over my head. "God you're beautiful." He said, and leaned up to
kiss me. I fell into his kiss, feeling his tongue cast shivers down my
spine and back up again. After what seemd an eternity of bliss and
passion, we broke, but only for air. Gasping happily, I looked at Chad,
"I have to tell you something." The words were out of my mouth before I
even realised it.
      Chad propped himself up on his elbows and looked at me, "What is
it?" he asked. I suddenly got nervous, "Well, I'm sure you're a lot more
experienced at this stuff than me," I noticed his smile. "And I'm sure
you're used to being with experienced boys, but I'm not as experienced as
you might think." He held his hand up to my mouth and spoke softly, "What
made you think i was so experienced?" "Well," I managed out, "you know
exactly what to do to turn a guy on, and you're so comfortable with
yourself around guys, I don't know, I just thought..." Chad smiled again.
"If I told you you'd be my first," he started after awhile. "Would you
believe me?" I looked him in the eyes, "Your first what?" He blushed," My
first anything." He said, "You were my first kiss, the first boy to touch
me," I felt tears beginning to well. "You're my first love." I couldn't
speak. We were sharing something I thought i'd never feel until I was old
and grey. We were sharing love. Love for each other, love for our love
for each other. As if reading my mind, Chad let out those three words we
all want to hear at least once in our lives, the ones that melt our
hearts. "Danny, I love you." I couldn't help it, I began to cry. "Oh my
god," I choked out. "I love you too, Chad." We embraced for a long while,
not sure where to go from there. Then it struck me, "Let's celebrate our
new found love." I said to Chad, with a look on my face no one could
misunderstand.
      I still remember how it all started, one year ago, under the
bleachers.


To be continued...?

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