Date: Wed, 04 Feb 2004 23:10:21 -0500
From: Eric Lattenhaus <erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: EROTIC DREAMS - Number 4 - Greg and Chad
EROTIC DREAMS - Number 4 - Greg and Chad
Separate short stories of male-male ('gay') sex
by Eric L. Email, send to Eric:
erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com
THIS STORY IS ENTIRELY UNTRUE AND FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY.
It does not represent my actions or anyone else's. I claim a right
to have fantasies that I never did and will never do, and to have
fun with them and share them with others like-minded, for
entertaining reading and feedback. --Eric L.
EROTIC DREAMS will be one-chapter quickies, each about a different
HIGH SCHOOL student. Each will be a little stand-alone story--with
an exception here and there, where the story may go to 2 or 3 parts.
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EROTIC DREAMS - Number 4 IF UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ!
Greg and Chad ````````````````````````````````
I always liked my name, Gregory Jansen. Seems like wherever
I went people would ask me if I was related to some other Jansen,
but I wasn't. I liked to be called Greg or Gregory. Each had a
good sound to me.
I had a secret that was easy to keep--I was gay. Well, maybe bi,
because I dated girls up until I was a senior, but I gave it up
because I got less and less out of it, and my heart just wasn't
in it anymore.
I never had sex with any girl. I never had sex with any guy,
either--that's one reason it was easy to keep my secret. The
other reason was that I played football, and I never got hard in
the shower after gym, or after a game--I was good at thinking of
disgusting things while I showered--and I always was manly
acting. I didn't have to try to do that, I just did.
I drooled over a few guys in school, Harrison High, but I never
let on. Oh, I guess it helped that I wore a jock strap most
days, and tight briefs over that. I always wore colored briefs,
starting in my sophomore year, because the white ones had a
reputation for being for little boys--even though I knew that
wasn't true. A lot of the guys on the team wore white briefs,
even some of the hefty linebackers. I was an end, so I stayed
thin.
I was 17, about 5 feet ten inches, 160 pounds, and believe me the
workouts they put us through in football kept me slim. I ate
everything and never gained.
I was quiet and never called attention to myself, something I
learned from my dad. I was happy. Most of my friends were on
the team, and I never felt I had to go out of my way to do things
with them, those things happened all by themselves.
One day, right before lunch, when the halls were crowded with
students shoving books in their lockers, a sophomore guy, Chad
Stevens, fell and made a big noise as he collided with his
locker. It was in a corner, and my locker was right next to his.
To tell you the truth, I thought this kid was very cute, very
hot, and I was interested in him. Does a senior get the hots for
a sophomore? I did. Guys that dated girls did. So, why not me
and Chad?
Anyway, Chad fell, and there was a commotion of activity, with
voices saying 'help him up.' A few nasty voices said other
things, but mostly everyone felt sorry for him. I was crouched
down putting things in the bottom of my locker, so all I could do
was stare at Chad. Everyone else was behind me because of where
our lockers were located.
Chad looked scared. The poor kid's eyes got real wide. He
wasn't hurt, but he was way embarrassed to show such clumsiness
in front of so many other students.
In a split second, and I don't know how I got the courage to
break all my rules, I looked at him and made a kiss with my lips.
I didn't BLOW him a kiss, but did everything short of that.
Anyone who's seen someone go through the motions of a kiss knows
exactly what is being done, it's so obvious. Chad was looking
right at me, and his eyes got wider. He knew what I had done--
directed a kiss toward him. All that had happened before another
kid came forward and helped Chad get up.
I jumped to my feet and went to help, too. Chad got up easily,
and thanked both of us. Everyone else went to lunch, but the kid
was a little stunned and stood by his locker. I stood by mine,
and we kept exchanging quick glances at each other.
While I had my head in my locker, mostly to hide the blush on my
face, Chad spoke to me in a very soft voice.
"I don't believe what you just did."
I got nervous as hell hearing that. "I'm sorry," I said,
thinking it was better to own up to it and dismiss it, than lie
about it.
"Oh," Chad said. It was almost a moan.
"Kid, are you okay?"
"Oh, oh, yeah, I'm fine, really. It's just--I mean, don't be
sorry." Then Chad got out of there so fast I was stunned.
Did he mean what I thought he did? Why did he run out of there?
Was Chad that attractive to me that I would just do an obvious
kiss, right to his face, from four feet away? Was I so unaware
of my own feelings? Is it possible I ignored them, and didn't
even know it? Was I dense? Would he tell anyone about this?
I started to get scared.
I knew no one else saw, because everyone except Chad was behind
me. I didn't know his name at that moment, but I found out real
soon. Funny--I lusted after the kid for almost a year, and
didn't know his name! I pounded my fist on my locker. The sound
echoed down the empty hall. Chad Stevens, a nice name.
That was on a Tuesday. Friday came, and there was no sign of
anything bad happening from my kiss incident. But I was a little
stressed that I hadn't seen Chad at his locker since the
incident. All that changed at the end of the day.
I was rummaging through my locker to clean out the junk and make
sure I had everything I needed for the weekend. Most of the
others had left the building. I locked my locker and had to pee
badly. It was when I came out of the boys room that I spotted
Chad.
I looked right at him. Even at a distance I could see the panic
in the kid's eyes. He looked like he was going to take off
again.
"Wait! Don't go, Chad" I said, close enough to him that I didn't
have to shout.
He folded his arms like he was going to be real impatient about
this. But when I got to him, he unfolded them and had his arms
at his sides. The panic in his eyes faded. He still looked
stressed, and he was. I could tell because he was breathing a
little fast.
"I won't hurt you," I said. I thought that sounded lame, like
something my father would say, or something out of an old movie.
"I know," the cute kid said.
I was never so shocked in my life. "You know?"
"Yeah. I didn't recognize you Tuesday. I was getting used to my
new contacts. But then I figured out you were Greg Jansen."
"Hey, no, Chad. That's okay."
Suddenly it was quiet. It was odd being in school and not having
a lot of noise, but this was no noise at all. Maybe it was my
head. It took a moment for me to realize Chad and I were looking
right at each other.
That's when he made a motion with his chin, as if asking me to
follow him. So I did. I followed Chad outside, and across the
parking lot, and when he kept going after the parking lot, into
the clump of trees that led to the woods, I stopped him.
"Hey, Chad" I said with all the cheer and casualness I could drum
up, "Where are we going?"
"Well, um . . . I don't know, Greg. I can't--"
"Wait." I put my hand on his shoulder for just a second. "We
can go to my house--if you want."
My body smiled from the inside out when Chad said, "Yeah, okay."
He said it like it didn't matter where he went.
"Is everything okay at home?" I asked, starting to worry about
why he would be so aloof.
"Yeah, why?"
"Oh, nothing--I just--"
"It's my clothes, isn't it? You think I'm one of the poor kids?"
"No, NO!"
"Well I'm not. We're not rich, but definitely not poor."
"I'm sorry," I said, trying to get back in his good graces.
Was I crazy? His good graces? He was a 15-year-old kid, not the
Pope, or something.
Chad started to walk a little more in front of me, but not before
I took a sideways glance and noticed a tear on his face. I knew
better than to let him know I saw it. We walked without talking
for a minute or two.
"My parents both work," he said anxiously, like that was
something terrible. "That's why I don't go home. I mean I don't
go home until one of them gets home." The stress in his voice
told me he maybe was crying and trying to fight back the tears.
I looked away slightly, so he would know that I couldn't see his
face, and wouldn't suspect he was crying. What he said made no
sense.
"I see. I get it. My parents both work, too," I said, still not
really getting what Chad was trying to say.
Looking at Chad's back, I started to reconstruct in my head what
he looked like from the front. He was probably the cutest kid in
school, 5'5, 120 pounds, strawberry blonde hair, but not a
redhead, and blue eyes so light and beautiful. His skin was that
golden color that drove me nuts, and so smooth. Chad had no face
hair, not even peach fuzz.
He was hot. He was sweet. And as we walked, I wanted Chad more
and more. I tried to control my thoughts, but I got hard,
walking with him, and my tight briefs were failing me.
"What are we gonna do when we get there?" Chad asked, turning to
the side a little.
"There? My house? Well--anything you want. You hungry?"
What I wanted to say was, 'When we get there I'm gonna strip you
naked and lick your whole body, and nibble on your hot little
ass.' I wish I had the courage to actually do that, but if I did
I'd be nice about it.
"No--well, yeah, maybe a little hungry."
"Okay," I said, we'll have a snack. "My parents are away to a
conference until late, so we can just relax." Mom and dad worked
for the same accounting firm.
Now I wasn't sure what I was getting into with this kid. I knew
what I wanted to get into. He seemed all mixed up. But I sensed
he was a good person. Whatever it was, maybe I could help him.
I wanted to.
"And then?" Chad said.
"And then . . . just whatever you want." I wanted him to be at
ease and feel that he had control, so nothing would be forced on
him. I don't know why I thought that way. I guess I was
paranoid that Chad was afraid of me.
I didn't know what else to say. I thought by saying that I would
at least not scare him.
We walked right into the kitchen and Chad seemed comfortable
putting his books on the table. He sat down right away like he
was nervous or tired.
"You okay," I asked.
"Sure."
"You like egg rolls?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. I'll heat some in the micro."
After our snack, I thought it would be good to keep him busy,
since he was uncomfortable. So I thought I'd take him to the
computer in my room.
When I first got the computer, mom thought it would be great to
put a little partition behind the area, so I wouldn't feel I had
lots of eyes looking at me--to use the computer you had to face
the wall, and your back would be to the open doorway. She said
that was important, and she had learned from work that you do
better when you don't feel you're on display. I wondered if she
knew that she was giving me total privacy to look at naked guys
on the net! That partition sure made it easier to surf the hot
gay sites.
Chad seemed comfortable at the keyboard, but I assumed he would.
As I watched him, I felt the sweat running down my arm. Even
looking at the back of his head, I was getting seriously horny.
"Do you want me to go away and leave you alone?" I said, thinking
he might want to go to some sites he didn't want me to see. I
had no clue, really. And with the way I was sweating, I worried
I might start to stink, and turn him off.
"No, it's okay," he said, not seeming to care one way or the
other.
I thought I had to give him some sign that I really liked him, or
he might be permanently nervous around me. The moment came when
he popped a picture of a huge rock outcropping on the screen--the
kind you see of the Rocky Mountains, which were very far from
Harrison, North Carolina, where we were.
"What do you think of that?" he asked meekly.
"Beautiful," I said.
"Really?" Chad said, sounding a little energetic for the first
time.
Then I got it. Chad was a serious student type, and probably was
nervous because I was the opposite--one of the school jocks, even
though I wasn't that good at football, and didn't get to play a
whole lot.
"Yeah. I always admired the Rockies." It was true, but I tried
to put a little extra enthusiasm in my voice.
"No shit. That's cool. You KNEW this was the Rockies?"
"Yeah." I couldn't explain how, but the pic on the screen just
looked familiar. "I like that kind of stuff. I wish I knew more
about it. You're into geology?"
"Yeah!" Now Chad was definitely loosening up. "Did you know we
have a geology club at school?"
"Actually, no."
"No shit? You mean I told you something new?"
"Yup. You sure did," I said, sounding like I was really happy
about this, but sounding cool, too.
"Can you see the reddish color under the far ledge, right there,"
Chad said, pointing to the screen.
I stepped forward and looked. "Yup, sure can."
"Did you know that's rust?"
"Rust?" I didn't think rocks rusted.
"Yeah! It's iron oxide. There's a lot of iron in the rocks.
The iron slowly combines with oxygen in the air to form a type of
rust."
"Damn. I never knew that."
That's when Chad swung the swivel chair around. I was real happy
to see a big smile on his face. "I could teach you if you want!"
"Sure! Why not!"
"Okay! I'll download some pics of different rocks. It'll just
take a minute." I think he was shaking with enthusiasm. I was
shaking from I don't know what, but one of them was being horny.
"Cool. Are you good at math, too?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes.
I was pretty sure Chad was good at all his subjects.
"Yeah. Math's about my favorite. That and science."
"Well, I could use some help in math, if you think you can do
trig."
"You'd let me help you?" Chad said, looking like his eyes were
popping out of his head.
"Sure. Why wouldn't I?"
Then he looked a little down. "Well, you know . . . . "
"Look--Chad, I'm not that way," I said, knowing how Chad felt
about his clothes. I was not one of those snobby guys.
"What?"
"Your clothes, Chad! I don't give a fuck about that. I don't
care what you wear. I don't care about clothes." I thought
about some of the grungy outfits I wore to school, a few times.
"Oh."
"Look, um, I feel sweaty, so I'm gonna take a shower, okay?" I
couldn't stand it any more, feeling sticky, and worrying about
stinking, at any moment.
"Um--sure, okay," Chad said, sounding surprised.
I guess he thought it was weird--it sounded like I was asking his
permission, which in a way I was, but in a way it probably seemed
weird to him.
I soaped up real good and got all the sweat off me, and then
some. It just felt relaxing to be in the shower, compared to
being tense with Chad and wondering what was up with him.
After drying, I combed my hair and tried to look good, but I
wanted to get back to my room. I wrapped the huge towel around
myself and stepped into the room It was so quiet.
Behind the partition, I didn't hear any clicks--no mouse clicks,
no keyboard clicks--nothing. I wondered what was up. I thought
maybe Chad had to go to the bathroom, left the room, and found
another bathroom.
"Chad?"
There was no answer.
"Chad?"
Still nothing. All I could hear was the fan of my computer.
I went behind the partition.
And then my whole view on life changed. Chad was naked.
I was staring at his beautiful, smooth back and butt. His
shoulders were pushed up defensively. He was shaking. I dropped
my towel and snuggled against his back. Chad let out this huge
breath of air and pushed back gently against me.
It was another one of those moments when everything goes silent--
more silent than silent--like any minute you expect to see little
streams of smoke streaming past on the floor, like you see in the
theatre. I swear I heard beautiful music, but no stereo was
turned on.
The first thing I noticed was how hot Chad felt to me. The next
thing was that I automatically wrapped my arms around him.
"Oh, yes, Greg!"
"Chad," I said, breathless and numbed by the sudden turn of
events, "you're so beautiful."
I wasn't blushing--I felt so good about this. It felt so natural
to me, it shocked me. When I felt my cock go up between his
legs, I began blushing, big time.
"You're horny."
"Oh, Chad, ummm, sorry about that."
"Don't be."
"What about you?" I asked, feeling my heart beat in my throat.
"Feel," he said, as if we'd been doing this for years.
I reached around his hip and ran into a hot rock. That was
Chad's dick. This kid was incredible. To my hand, it felt as
big as my own, and I know that 15-year-olds of his size and build
didn't exactly have a man-sized dick yet.
"Yeah, you're horny," I said, "and you're also big!"
"Me? You're huge," he said, pulling on my cock from the front of
him. I was sticking way out through his thin legs, to the front
of him.
"Fuck this!" I said, and picked up my beautiful boy, walked to my
bed and put him on it.
"What's wrong?" Chad said, looking panicked.
"I'll show you," I said, lying down next to him. I embraced him,
looked at him, his beautiful face, and let my lips fall to his.
We kissed about 15 seconds, and I pulled away slightly.
"Oh, yes, YES!" Chad shouted.
"Same for me," I said, realizing I was way out of breath and
suddenly seeing Chad was, too.
"Wow. I can't believe this is happening to ME!"
"Why NOT you--you're fucking beautiful! And besides, I should
tell you . . . I've been wanting you since I first saw you."
"Wanting me?" Chad said with a curious tone.
I had to think about that. Was that it? I wanted him? I had
not fully admitted to myself how much I craved him. But that
wasn't the whole story, I finally realized.
"Yes. But not just that." I gulped. "I love you." I finally
admitted it. I was in love with cute little Chad. It felt so
good to say it--especially right to Chad, himself. Especially
with both of us naked, smearing precum all over each other.
"No shit," Chad said, turning to me with a big smile. "I knew
that since last year. I had the hots for you so bad, Gregory
Jansen! And I got tired of waiting."
"Waiting?" I started to feel like I'd been outfoxed by a little,
skinny blonde kid.
"Yeah. Waiting. I thought you'd . . . you know, DO something."
"Like?"
"Like go after me . . . hit on me or something."
"Oh, shit," I said. It was obvious. He got tired of waiting.
"Yeah," Chad said, acknowledging that I had seen the light.
We were both still hard, so I knew this was going well.
My mind worked fast. "So, am I alone?"
"Oh, God, Greg!" Chad said in his sexy breathless voice, as he
grabbed me to him, "I love you so bad."
We were caught up in the moment. The smoke came, the music
played--and something inside Chad passed itself to me. And I
felt the same kind of giving, from me to him.
Then the smoke cleared.
"You tricked me--I oughtta fuck you for that."
"Be careful--I'm a virgin."
"I'll see about that and let you know."
Then Chad just melted in my arms.
"Do you have any idea how many times I jacked off, thinking about
you?" Chad said, mumbling, barely getting the words out.
"Probably same as me thinking of you--a million times," I said,
spooning behind him, my chin on top of his head, and my mouth
getting a wisp of his hair.
"Mmmmmm . . . . "
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(END: EROTIC DREAMS - Number 4 - Greg and Chad)
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EROTIC DREAMS - Number 4 - Greg and Chad
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