Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2000 07:29:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: yaalc@yahoo.com
Subject: DJ chapter 1

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Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction, involving teenage boys, all
the usual rules apply, if your too young, in a place where reading this is
not allowed, or you find this offensive than don't read any further. Oh and
by the way, this is not going to be a sexually explicit story so if that's
what you want read something else. ;)

                                       DJ

This story is dedicated to Dewey, whether he knows it or not, he not only
inspired me to write again, but with his words he helped me more than
anyone else ever has, and I wanted to publicly thank him.

Prologue

I don't want to bore you with my life story but I think to fully understand
my story you need to know a few things about me, first this story is
completely fictional, but it is based on real people, I grew up in a very
religious community in the 80's and as far as I know there was never a gay
person in any of my schools, (besides myself), and I was so closeted that
nobody had any idea (I hope) I was very socially dependant, and unwilling
to be "different" I found it easiest to spread my friendship around to
various groups that way no one group wondered what I did with my spare
time, (I spent most of my time out of school at home alone) I even dated a
couple of girls to maintain appearances, (the only girls I dated were
chosen solely on the looks of their brothers) anyway that's how I dealt
with being young and gay, this story is what I dreamed about happening.

Chapter 1

I had stayed after school to talk to my computer instructor, we were
learning programming in Turbo Pascal, and since I didn't have a computer at
home I tended to come in early or stay late to get the extra help I
needed. I was just getting my other books out of my locker when someone
tapped me on the shoulder, I jumped, and whipped around, my heart instantly
jumped from my throat to my stomach. There he was, DJ, the guy who I had
been dreaming about since he first sat down next to me in Creative Writing.

He was barely able to contain his laughter as I squeaked out a "hi", how
embarrassing my voice cracked and everything, instantly thoughts started
running through my head: What does he want? Does he know I cruise by his
house all the time (just hoping to see him, and yes I did do that, and no I
did not turn into a stalker ;) ), we weren't in the same social class, no
common friends, what the hell did he want?

"Hi", he said, "I've noticed you driving by my house"

Oh shit I thought, this is it he's gonna tell me off, make me look like an
idiot in front of everyone, `cept that no one was around.

"And I had to stay after, and everyone else took off, it's not that far to
my house but I don't fell like walking, and I thought if it wasn't out of
you way you could drop me off?"

The relief I felt must have cascaded down my face, as I started to breathe
again, and felt the flush leaving my face.

"s..s..sure" I managed to squeak out.

"Great, I'll meet you out by your car, I just have to run by my locker" and
before I could say anything else, he was gone.

As I bent over to pick up the books I'd dropped, thoughts whirled around in
my head, my god, my fantasy was going to be there with me in my car, live
and in the flesh, what was I gonna do? What should I say? Damn it wasn't
going to take more than 5 or 10 minutes to take him home, already I was
dreading the moment he got out of my car and he hadn't even got in it
yet.And how the hell did he know what my car looked like?

I quickly gathered my things up, shut my locker and hurried out to my
car. Damn there he was waiting, what had he done to get out there so fast?
I hurried over, unlocked my door and let him in. the heat inside the car
was stifling, I quickly rolled down the window and started the beast
up. (That's what I called the damn thing, it was a '70 Ford Maverick that
I'd picked up free, and all it had needed was a 20 dollar alternator, it
was an off white, and built like a brick shithouse, I could have run into a
wall and not put more than a ding in it, how I miss those all steel,
American made cars).

"Nice car" he said.

"Yeah right" I blurted out sarcastically, I knew his family was well off,
hell his sister drove a brand new car. (I don't remember what it was, but
it was a hell of a lot nicer than mine or my parent's cars for that
matter).

"No really, you could do a lot with it, it could be a totally bitchin car"

"Yeah, I know but I don't really have the time" I lied, thinking of all the
things I'd have loved to do with that car, when I wasn't dreaming about the
hot guys from school I'd be dreaming about my souped up Maverick, hell no
one else at school had one, if it was fixed up cherry, I could see the
envious looks I'd be getting.

"Well you ought to make time"

"I've been thinking about doing something with it this summer" IF I got a
job and some money of course.

Wow I'd been worried about what to say and here we were almost at his place
and we'd been talking non-stop. Now I was dreading that awful moment when
the ray of sunshine that had come into my life was gone again.

"Hey have you done your story yet, you know the midterm one?" he asked.

"No, I've been putting it off, I'm not sure what I'm going to write about
yet"

"Me neither, hey why don't you come over Saturday and we'll work on it
together?"

The cloud of doom I'd seen creeping in, dissipated in a heartbeat.

"Sure, that would be awesome" was that my voice cracking again? I was going
to have to kick myself in the ass.

I pulled up in front of his house, "great see ya then" he opened the door,
got out halfway up his driveway he turned around waving and yelled "Oh, and
thanks for the ride"

"Sure, anytime you want" and I drove off.

D.J. went up to his door, and turned to watch the beast disappear around
the corner, he smiled to himself, thinking how much he was looking forward
to Saturday and how glad he was he'd taken the risk to meet the guy who'd
taken his heart, dare he hope that he would be gay too? It really doesn't
matter he thought, at least they'd be spending time together and what would
be would be.

Have you ever felt so excited about something that you couldn't control
your body? Felt like you tingled head to toe? Felt like you were floating
outside of yourself and the world around you was surreal? That's how I felt
as I drove away from D.J.'s house, I managed to drive around the corner
down the road aways and around another corner before I had to pull over, I
fidgeted all around, trying to calm myself down, come on I thought its not
a date or anything just doing homework together, it didn't matter though,
any time I spent with him would be time I'd never forget. The next 2 days
were going to drag worse than Christmas eve, knowing that tomorrow you'd
have that gift you'd wanted all year. I managed to start breathing normally
and drove home, I ran in greeted my mom, who I'm sure wondered what had
gotten under my skin, and ran down to my room to relive that wonderful ride
to his house.


By the way, if you noticed I said we had creative writing together, but it
would be two days till I saw him again, my school ran an eight period block
schedule, we had four classes a day each one 90 minutes long, great for
classes like computers and such but it sucked for my less enjoyable
classes. We had A and B days, we'd had creative writing today so we
wouldn't have it again till Monday.

Hey although I took creative writing in high school, it's been a few years
(ok 12) since I've written anything at all, so constructive criticism would
be greatly appreciated, if you have a problem with this kind of story
please don't bother and why would you be reading this anyway? I don't butt
into other people's lives so please don't tell me how to live mine. Email
me at yaalc@yahoo.com

Oh and if your name is DJ and you graduated from a high school out west in
'88, and your reading this, please email me like now! ;)

Copyright 2000, by yaalc.