Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2003 22:44:22 +0000
From: Nick Shafer <s4shafer@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dont Let The Sun Go Down On Me Chapter 2

Here it is, Chapter 2. Thanks for all the wonderful emails of support guys.
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Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me
Chapter 2

I won't lie to you, in fact I don't think it's possible I can, but I must
admit I've been feeling rather lonely lately. It's not that I don't have
friends. Well, that's to say I've got plenty in Jersey, and hope to have
some here. But I've been feeling the need for someone to talk to, to be
close to, and to cuddle up with. As much as I hate to admit it for fear of
melodrama, I need a boyfriend. Look, there, I said it.

The reason for this reflection considering I went to bed so happy?  My ex,
Tad. I had another dream about him last night. It wasn't an insane `we're
back together and in love' dream, but slightly more believable. We
talked. We resolved our problems. And there are a lot of them. But alas I
woke up this morning and remembered how things really are. We don't
talk. And I guess I've been thinking about him a lot since it's his
birthday coming up soon. I don't want him back; don't get me wrong, he was
a complete bastard to me. But I would like to be able to talk to him; we
were best friends before anything happened seriously between us. Maybe
that's what I miss. But most I think I miss feeling needed. I miss the
connection.

Enough self pity for this morning I think. I'm going to get morbid and need
a drink.  Oh yes, remind me to talk to you about that later. Anyway let's
pan away from my train of thought and watch me go about my morning.

I got up and grabbed a hot shower; I love hot showers -- there's just
something so sensuous about them, and they're the only things that'll
really wake me up, and thought about what I had to do for the day. Oh, and
I thought about Kit. For some reason his image kept popping up in my mind,
whatever I was thinking. I had to unpack my room, most of it still being
down in boxes in the atrium. Sort out a car for myself. Kit. Find out where
the nearest shops were -- `the mall' I suppose -- and get some appropriate
clothes. Open a US bank account. Kit. Call my friends at home. Kit.
Internet. Kit. Sort out this damn hard-on I was getting from thinking about
Kit all the time. Well that was something I could deal with immediately.

I slipped my hand slowly down to my crotch. I was already hard from thee
thought of Kit, but now I pictured him naked in the shower with me. The
water running down that nicely toned body. I could practically feel his
body heat. Now he was kneeling down, his tongue slowly slipping out to lick
my cockhead. Once, twice.  Teasing me.  Slowly he'd take the whole of my
aching member into his mouth. I'd look down and there he'd be with those
gorgeous eyes, looking up as he slowly sucked me in and out.  That's
enough. I've been horny all night and I shoot fast and hard against the
shower wall, 5...6...7 times, my hand milking the last drops out. It's been
a while since I've had quite such an intense wank.

That was...refreshing. After I'd finished washing I grabbed a pair of
cut-off's from my bag -- still haven't unpacked my clothes -- and a white
shirt. I find not wearing a uniform very odd, it was school policy at home;
and I feel most comfortable in a suit.  Something else to get used to I
feel -- before heading downstairs. My mum was home.  I love my mum, she is
absolutely gorgeous, and it's hard to believe she's almost 50!  Nothing
artificial on her, she's just looked after herself so well.

"Morning Mum", I kissed her.

"Morning darling. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah it was ok, bit warm thou."

"Good. Tea?"

Tea, I just love it. I know it's not very big here -- this being the coffee
nation -- but nothing beats a good cup of tea.

"So mum, what you up to today?"

"I'm going to find car for me and look into getting some of the rooms
redecorated, and I need to find a pool cleaner."

"Cool. Let me know when you're going to find a car, I need to get mine
sorted."

"Ok darling. You'll have to get Phillips to take you to school this morning
I'm afraid, your father already took the Lexus"

"Oh god. Really? I'll get him to drop me a couple of blocks from the
school.  I take it TT is coming with me as well?"

"Yes, I'll just go make sure he's up."

TT is my little brother by the way. TT isn't his real name, its Thomas Mark
Taylor but he prefers TT, can't say I blame him. Anyway he's alright, most
of the time, I've always be proud of my little bro -- he's 15 by the way --
he's a great athlete, pretty clever too and dead cute. Damn him, he's got
so many girls after him. Not that that in particular bothers me. Looks wise
he's pretty slim but toned like me, has straw blonde hair and blue
eyes. I'm sure I got the short end of the deal looks wise from my parents.

Anyway, once TT had grabbed breakfast and I finished my cup of tea -- I'm
not a breakfast person, food in the morning, it just makes me feel sick --
we headed for the car.

Ok it's a limo. Let me explain. Back home all four of us had a car. Well me
mum and dad did, and TT had a scooter. Now we're here my dad's hired a
Lexus for a couple of weeks until we sort out our own cars. The only other
vehicle we've got is the Limo my parents use for formal events -- dad uses
one for company dinners etc -- and so that's what we had to take to
school. Like me TT was not impressed.

"Aww man. I don't want everyone to take the piss on the first week by
turning up in a limo"

"It's ok man" I say, ruffling his hair "We'll get dropped off a way from
the school and walk the rest."

This seemed to cheer him up.

"And we'll sort you out a bike tonight"

"Yes!"

We have a staff for the house. They seem to come as standard in our houses.
We've got a couple of maids, a butler and a driver. I don't like talking
about money much but our father's company means we're quite
comfortable. The house here is big enough certainly. My brother and I share
one wing and my parents have the other.  There's everything TT and I need
here to be self sufficient in our wing, a kitchen, en-suite bathrooms, a
gym but we always try to eat with our parents. Actually the truth being I
can't be bothered to cook. There's a pool out back -- must, MUST have a
pool party (Kit in a Speedo = Rarr) -- and large lawns. It's really nice.

Phillips -- our driver -- was waiting out front and we jumped in the
limo. At least we'd be able to watch TV on our way to school. TT tuned into
some cartoon and I lay back, still thinking of Kit. TT must've guessed
something was on my mind.

"You OK Clay? You've been awfully quite recently."

"I'm ok; really, it's just all this moving and stuff"

"You sure? You not thinking bout Tad?"

TT knows about me, obviously, and he's always been the best of buds when
I'm down.

"Nope. Don't wanna think about him at all."

"Well, let me know if you want to talk K?"

"K."

I grab him and hug him. "I love ya little bro, you know that don't ya."

He squirms away. "Yuk, ya big softie. I know, I know."

I'd just settled back down into my seat and was idly gazing out the window
when I considered I really might need therapy. Talk about obsessive, I was
hallucinating that Kit was walking along our street. That's bad, even I
will admit that.

I leaned over to TT.

"TT do you see that boy walking down the street?"

"Yeah."

"Oh thank god."

"Why you think he's cute or something...he's not bad"

"Yes, no, well he is but that doesn't matter. What matters is you can see
him."

"K dude, whatever. As long as you got the crazy genes its all I'm worried
about."

I couldn't believe it, there he was. Just walking down the street not a
block from my house. Wow. God I need help. Of course he's walking; he's
going to school duh.

I don't know why I did it, I hardly knew the guy but I suddenly had a surge
of confidence. I asked Philips to pull over by Kit and rolled down the
window.  He was wandering along totally oblivious with the volume up loud
on his headphones.  "Hey Kit" I yelled

He turned round looking a bit shocked. God he's gorgeous; baby blue T-shirt
(my fav colour) and cut-off jeans making him look totally angelic. He
smiled when he saw me.  Result!

"Hey Clay, nice car man."

I groaned. Well, at least he remembered my name.

"Fancy a ride to school man?"

What the hell was I doing? This is typical of me by the way, letting my
hormones get ahead of my head. I'm very sly about getting to know the
people I want to.  And I really wanted to get to know Kit.

"Would I? Budge over man I'm getting in."

Don't hyperventilate. Don't hyperventilate. It's only the boy you really
really fancy sitting right next to you looking -- and smelling by the way
-- absolutely gorgeous.  Hmm whatever aftershave he's wearing makes me want
to just eat him. (Not in a vulgar way)

"So...s ...soo Kit...tt this is my brother TT"

Damn f-ing nervous stutter. TT sticks up a thumb, never taking his eyes
from the TV screen. "Yo!"

"Wow, this is a really nice set of wheels" Kit says. "And thanks for giving
me a ride.

Oh, I'd give you a ride any d...

"Yeah, it's my dad's; he uses it for work really. And no worries about the
ride. So you live round here?"

"Yeah I live on the backside of Kingston and the Park."

"Hey do you mean the bluish building with the Black gates?"

"Yeah man. Why?"

"Shit, I never realised but we're neighbours. We just bought the Park House
place."

"You guys live in Park House?" Kit asked, "Man that's so cool. I've never
been in; the old guy that used to live there hated kids. So when...?"

"When what?" I asked

"When can I come use your pool?"

I laughed. "Who says that I'm going to let anyone use our pool?"

(By the way this isn't really giving much insight to my thoughts, so here
just for you is what I'm thinking,

He's my neighbour! Kit's my neighbour! La la la la! He's so cute! He wants
to use my pool! I can't believe my luck. There is a god. Thank you thank
you thank you. )

"Aww" Kit pouts and gives me puppy dog eyes. "Plwease?"

I think my heart just melted. I'm so in love with this boy. I'm so
in...shit.  I just said the L-word didn't I? Oh
Bollocks. Damn. Damn. DAMN!! No way am I going to let this happen.

"You can use it whenever. That is when it's up and running again. I'm sure
mum's sorting out a technician to look at it today. (For technician read
pool-boy)

"That's so cool man, you're the greatest. What can I ever do to pay you
back?"

"Well I could do with some friends here."

Kit suddenly looks me dead in the eyes, and smiles. "Of course I'll be your
friend. I thought you knew that already."

I blush, embarrassed.

"In fact", Kit continues "I hope we can be real good friends. I like you
Clay, I don't know you much, but I like you. Must be that cute British
accent."

"Right back at you Kit."

He shakes my hand, and tries to teach me one of those pointless,
really-hard-to-learn special handshakes where you do an impression of a
wounded flamingo or whatever to show you're a member of a particular
group. It's an American thing. Trust m on this.

I filled in Kit fully with the details of my moving. And he told me about
himself and his family. He was an older brother like me, with a younger
brother Justin and sister Kelly. His mum and dad were divorced, which kinda
made me feel bad -- my parents have been together 29 years and still going
strong -- and so he lives here, next door to me, with his mum who is big in
advertising in LA, and so can afford a large trendy suburb home.

"Man it's just great to have a neighbour I can hang with. It's mainly old
couples where we are or the young execs from the city." Kit tells me.



I'm looking forward to have Kit as a neighbour too. Certainly it's gonna
kick my shower wank fantasies up a notch.

"So you not got a car Kit?"

"Nah man, mum says I gotta save up for my car. Have to earn it. It sucks."

"Well if you want a lift to school in the mornings just let me know."

"Man, that'd be sweet. I'd love limo service every morning."

"Well, sorry to bust your bubble, but that isn't going to happen. I've got
to pick my own car this afternoon, and TT a bike. You wanna come help me
choose?"

"Sweet!"

He is so cute when he's excited. But who am I kidding. The guy is so
obviously straight. Sigh. Anyway the car's arrived at my chosen destination
-- just a couple of blocks from school -- and we all bail out.

We wander the last block discussing what sort of car I should get. TT, who
is interested now -- guessing he'll get it when he starts learning to drive
-- suggests a sporty number; I've got to say I tend to agree. I'd
personally like a classic Jag convertible, I had one at home but had to
sell it before we left, giving me a nice lump sum to put towards my
purchase here.

Kyle's waiting outside the gates and waves us over. When he sees Kit with
us he gives him a funny look, and Kit gives one back; obviously trying to
explain that he's driven in with us. I introduce TT to Kyle, and they
exchange a bit of banter before TT heads off to find his classmates

When the first bell goes we have to split up. Kyle and I have Art, and Kit
has geography, Ouch, what a bad subject.

"Don't forget this afternoon, choosing the car." I shout after him.

He turns and laughs. "It's a date."

Art class. I just love it, it's so relaxing. Today we're making clay
sculptures. Just kneading the clay relaxes me; you know it's scientifically
proven...

"You're gay aren't you?"

What the fuck. The head flies off my sculpture with one jerk reflex.

I turn to Kyle. "I'm...I'm sorry?"

"I asked if you were gay. It's no big man, just wondered"

"Well yeah I am, but...but how did you tell?"

OH MY GOD! Am I that obvious? Am I a screaming queen? Am I walking round
limp wrested calling everyone `darling'?

"I can just tell. Don't worry, if you don't want anyone to know I won't
say."

"Umm Thanks man...are you ok with that? I mean do you still want to be
mates?"

"Duh Clay. I'm not some homophobic freak you know. Course I'm still your
mate.  I'm just glad I know you better now. Now go pick up your head, it's
over there on the floor."

Being gay is like balding. NO, I don't mean that you inherit it from your
mother's side. There'd be very few of us if you did. No I mean that it's
something other people are delicate about. Only when you say, look, I'm
balding, don't you see do you get the knowing `ahhs' and `yes's', even
though it's been perfectly obvious to them for ages.  It's the same with
being gay. Tell one person and you find out everybody knows. And there's no
such thing as RE-GAYIN. Get your closetedness back. Hmm.

Well life here is about to get a lot more interesting. I guess I should
invite Kyle round this evening and talk to him; and I can't wait for this
afternoon's free when I can go car shopping with Kit.

Now, if you'll excuse me I've got to um...get my head together (sic). I'll
catch you later.

CJ

I hope you enjoyed Chapter 2. I'll be bringing out Chapter 3 ASAP, but I'm a
bit busy
with moving to Uni at the moment. Please check out my site
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