Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2004 00:37:57 +0530
From: Kam <kamguy@alexandria.cc>
Subject: Enough 6

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NEW STORY ALERT: People keep asking me if I write from true life
experiences so I finally decided to write one that was. A new story of mine
"Him - A true story" is posted in the no sex section and I hope that you
like it. Just in case you're wondering, it's 98% true...so after reading
this one, go check out the new story. Maybe, you'll also understand why
I've been so confused lately about love and please mail me back with
feedback.


Chapter 6

The next few days just drifted by and I couldn't be happier. Josh always
cared for me and took got me anything I needed. He even knew everything
that I had trouble with in college and helped me out. The only thing that
got me down was I never heard from my family. I think Josh understood that
because he became my family in every way. Soon enough we were in a routine
that went something like this:

Morning, I wake up to Josh's sweet face and the sweet smell of breakfast. I
got to college while he looks up his diary for his shows or appointments
with photographers. I get back around 4-5 pm in the evening, most of the
time Josh is home but if he's not he keeps cute little notes all over the
place just to let me know he's there even if he's not there. We have dinner
together and enjoy a perfectly wonderful TV time together after dinner till
bedtime. Then we both go to sleep, in different rooms. OK, one down side so
far but it's OK.

I woke up in the morning and saw Josh was there again. This was one routine
I could get used to. Over breakfast he told me something about not being
home in the evening because he had to attend an after show bash for
models. He invited me to be his date there but I refused and told him I had
to write a report. That was true but the report was due next week, the main
reason why I refused that I didn't want to be there. It was a bash for
models...I would've stuck out like a sore thumb.

I went to college and spent an average day. Bryan has been keeping me
informed about my family but none of them so far have been asking for
me. As much as it hurt me, it somehow felt good. It felt good because I
thought they were happy and had moved on. I returned home and found Josh's
note on the door. It said he's back after about 10 pm and dinner was in the
oven.

I was pretty bored since Josh wasn't around so I spent most of the time
lounging in front of the TV. I decided to wait for Josh before I went to
bed so I sat around watching the late movies and the late, late movies. I
soon drifted off to sleep. When I woke up it was already 1 am and Josh
still wasn't back yet and he hadn't even called yet. I called up his cell
but there was no reply. I got worried sick and stayed awake all night
waiting for him.

Somewhere around 6:00 in the morning I heard the door open and found Josh
sneaking in. I didn't say anything but watched him go into his room and
close the door behind him. It was a Saturday so I just went back to sleep
myself seeing that Josh was back home safe. Next thing I know I wake up to
Josh's morning cooking but unlike everyday he wasn't singing. I really
loved the way he sung in the kitchen tossing the pancake to the lyrics. At
breakfast, though things got a little tense for him. He wasn't quite
himself and stayed mum through most of it.

"Are you ok Josh?" I asked "Me?" he said looking up to me, "I'm fine. Why?"
"Nothing. How was the party last night."  "Ah, it was okay. Nothing fun, at
all."  "Really? Hmm when did you get home?"  "Umm, around...ah, around
midnight."  "Oh, then you probably went out again and came back in the
morning around 6:00" "What?"  "I was up all night waiting. I know when you
came back. So why did you lie? It's ok I'm not your mom. You don't have to
tell me when you leave or come back."  "It's ...nothing. I've just
been...out. I have to be somewhere...I've got to go."

He got up and left the apartment. I could tell he was stressed but from
what, I had no idea. We usually spent weekends doing things together. But
today he was gone for most of the day and didn't return till after 3:00 pm
in the afternoon. Usually I didn't care where he went or came back from but
today was different. I needed to know what was eating him.

Most of the time he would tell me everything even if I didn't ask him to
but today he just...he talked as if he was hiding something. Which was
again okay, but not when it was bothering him so much. He returned home in
the evening and was really tired. I got him some coffee and we both sat
down to talk.

"Where were you all day?" I asked again "What! First you tell me you're not
my god-damn mom and now you're demanding answers."  "I'm not 'demanding'
answers. I just asked..."  "You asked and you just expect me to answer to
your every pesky question?"  "I...I'm sorry."

I knew he was really pissed but I wasn't the one he was angry at. I decided
to let the questions be at the time. But I couldn't stand looking at him so
mad and taking it out on me. I got up and walked towards my room.

"Joe wait! I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that." he said looking really
sorry "It's okay...now can you tell me what's wrong with you?"  "It's
really nothing...ok, maybe it is. Please don't hate me."  "Why would I hate
you Josh? Come on, tell me."  "Last night at the party I got really, really
drunk and stupid."  "That's what parties are for..."  "Well that's not the
only thing I did."  "O...k...what else did you do?"  "Do you know Britney?"
"Spears?"  "No...she's a friend of mine..."  "Oh right, you told me quite a
lot about her, what happened? Is she ok?"  "She is...I think she's more
than okay. You see, last night we both got drunk. Since I was too drunk to
ride my way back she offered me a ride in her car since she was at least
sober enough to drive."  "That was nice of her..."  "Will you please lemme
finish."  "Sorry! So what happened?"  "Well, long story short, we ended up
fucking each others brains out."

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Hi again everyone,

Either my mail account is screwing up or you guys have just stopped caring
enough to send me mails. I said it before and I'll say it again...I'll only
post future chapters if you write in to me with feedback or I'll just mail
the entire story to the handfull of readers who have written in (thank
you!)

Some days ago I got a mail from a reader and I thought it was worth passing
on. I'll just copy and paste the message at the bottom of this note...and
thanks to everyone who has written in so far to boost my confidence. I also
hope you all like the new story now currently available to be read in the
No sex section called 'Him - A true story'

Also, I'll assure you that the more mails I get the faster the chapters
will be posted. So open a new window to your mail account or boot up your
Outlook Express and mail me right now at any of the following addresses:

kamguy@alexandria.cc chatboyonline@yahoo.co.in

Take care of yourselves, Kam.

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THE MESSAGE SENT TO ME:

ALRIGHT EVERYONE, lets do this !!!!!!  We need those of you who are great
at forwarding information to your e-mail network.  Please read and pass
this on.  It would be wonderful if 2004 were the year a cure for breast
cancer were found!!!! This is one e-mail you should be glad to pass on. The
notion that we could raise $35 million by buying a book of stamps is
powerful!

As you may be aware, the US Postal Service recently released its new "Fund
the Cure" stamp to help fund breast cancer research. The stamp was designed
by Ethel Kessler of Bethesda, Maryland.  It is important that we take a
stand against this disease that affects so many of our mothers, sisters and
friends.

Instead of the routine 37 cents for a stamp, this one costs 40 cents. The
additional 3 cents will go to breast cancer research.  A "normal" book
costs $7.40.  This one is only $8.00.  It takes a few minutes in line at
the Post Office and means so much.  If all stamps are sold, it will raise
an additional $35,000,000 for this vital research.

Just as important as the money is our support.  What a statement it would
make if the stamp outsold the lottery this week. What a statement it would
make that we care.  I would urge you to do two things TODAY:

1. Go out and purchase some of these stamps.

2. E-mail your friends to do the same.  We all know women and their
families whose lives are turned upside-down by breast cancer.  It takes so
little to do so much in this drive.  I think we can all afford the
additional 60 cents the new book costs.

Please help & pass this on.

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