Date: Thu, 17 Oct 2002 00:46:57 -0400
From: Anthony DeDomenico <thepenartist@thepenartist.com>
Subject: High School: Everything In-Between <Part 2>

Everything In-Between - Chapter 2 - Copyright 2002 by The PenArtist. All
rights reserved.

*****BEGIN DISCLAIMER*****
This story contains subject matter of a homosexual nature between two
under-age boys.  If this subject matter does not interest you or is
illegal to read in your city/state/country, do not continue.  The author
is not responsible for any consequences arising from the viewing of this
story.
This story is fiction.  Any resemblence to any person(s), place(s), or
thing(s), living or not, is unintended and purely coincidental.
*****END DISCLAIMER*****

Thank you to all who have written me e-mail expressing interest in this
story.  I am very sorry if you did not get a reply, but my e-mail system
has been extremely screwy as of late.  As always, any comments or
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This is Chapter 2 of "Everything In-Between".  As always you should find
plenty of feeling injected into the story.  Chapter 3 should be
completed shortly.

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     I regained my objectiveness and was able to proofread
Corey's paper during 2nd period Civics class.  I advanced well
ahead in the class and spent most of my time there doing other
work.  The teacher didn't seem to mind.
     As I walked into the library at twenty after nine, I saw
Corey sitting at the far end of the room waiting anxiously by the
lounge chairs.  I walked over to him, feigning a smile to hide my
own anxiety, and motioned for him to follow me.
     "Let's use a study room; there is a class in here this
period." I suggested confidently.
     He answered with an excitable `OK' and jumped from his seat
to follow me.  We made our way to the study room furthest from
the lounge, hoping to avoid the noise of sophomores doing their
first research paper.  I sat my books on the table and pulled out
his research paper.
     "The only real problem I saw was your use of passive voice,"
I acknowledged.
     "Yeah, I guess my personality shows in the way I write," he
answered with an air of disappointment in himself.
     "You just have to remember to stay away from the passive
keywords.  Do you remember what they are?"
     "I remember `is', `are', `am', and `be'."
     "Just remember: is, are, was, were, am, be, been, have, has,
had," I replied rhythmically.
     "I don't know.  You're just smarter than I am," he spoke
with discontent.
     "Hey now," I retorted, giving him a pat on the back that
included a slight rub, "you are a very smart person.  I see the
way you are in math class.  I could never do that kind of math."
The warmth of his body echoed through his clothes and made its
way through my hand, traveling up my body and sending my stomach
into a loop.
     My compliment sparked a smile as he turned his head upward
to look at me.  "Yeah, I guess I am good at math."
     "Hey, whaddya say we skip the rest of the day and go to my
house?  I just got a great new sound system in my room and I want
you to hear it."  My braveness surprised even myself, but I hoped
he would agree to tag along.
     "But if you get caught, won't you lose your spot in the game
tonight?" He seemed authentically concerned with the well-being
of my athletic eligibility.
     "They need me too much to make me sit out a game."
     "Oh, Ok...cool.  I really don't feel like being here anyways."
     My heart jumped in an excitement as he agreed.  I could feel
my crotch starting to swell at the thought of being alone with
Corey in my house.  I jumped out of my seat and Corey quickly
followed, leading the way out of the library.  I watched the form
of his tight, firm ass as he walked with an almost arrogant pride
about him.  I had once seen him in his boxers during gym class
last year, and that image was the focus of many nights I spent
alone in my bed.
     "My car is in the upper lot."  I could barely get out the
words as the excitement grew more and more intense.
     We edged quietly down the hall and out the back doors to the
upper lot.  My car was near the back of the lot, so we made our
way between the rows of cars until we spotted our destination: A
sparkling red grand prix, complete with spoiler and ground
effects.
     "God, I love your car!"  Corey said excitedly.  "My parents
would never dream of buying me a car like this!"
     "Well, I actually paid for most of it.  My mom and dad only
put $3000 toward it."
     "Where did you get all the money?!"
     "From the time I was 12 years old, I would work summers with
my uncle doing landscaping."
     "Oh.  That's why you are so damn tan.  That's probably why
you're so strong, too.  I wish I had a body like yours."
     I was surprised to find out that Corey envied my body.  He
seemed generally happy with his own body and seemed to take care
of himself well.  My stomach continued in a loop as I imagined
Corey running his fingers along my chest and down my stomach.  I
quickly unlocked my car and sat down, trying my best to hide the
swelling currently taking place in my groin area.  Corey opened
his door and sat down with his book-bag between his legs.
     "Do you have your license?" I asked curiously.
     "Yeah, but I don't have a car.  My mom lets me take her car
if I need it, but said that if I want my own car I have to buy it
myself."
     "Ouch.  That's a shitty deal," I replied, reaching for the
cigarettes and lighter hiding in my armrest.
     "I didn't know you smoked," Corey spoke nervously.
     "There is probably a lot about me you don't know," I
answered, trying to stir his imagination.
     "I know you got a scholarship offer from Penn State," he
retorted, "and I know that you had sex with Marissa Bowman in the
bathroom at McShulty's."
     With complete surprise, I tried hard to defend myself.  "Who
told you that?"
     "Everyone knows about it.  I remember hearing Gary talk
about how he could hear you groaning from 100 feet away."
     "Oh my god, I can't believe he told everyone about that," I
replied, my cheeks now looking more like tomatoes.
     "Don't be embarrassed.  I'm still a virgin."
     "No way!  Are you serious?" I asked, surprised by his
modesty.
     "Yeah, I only got to first base."
     "Yeah, well, Marissa wasn't that great, to tell you the
truth."
     "Are you kidding me?  She has the biggest tits I've ever
seen!" He said, nearly shouting.
     "Yeah, well..."  I couldn't think of a clever response, so I
let my words taper off.
     With that, the remainder of the ride was speechless, save
for the occasional song lyric belted out by me.  I am not ashamed
by my singing ability, although many people tell me I'm tone
deaf.  Corey didn't seem to notice, either way, instead
concentrating on the road ahead with a pondering look on his
face.
     As I stopped in my driveway, I pulled the emergency brake
on, brushing up against Corey's leg in the process.  Once again,
I could feel the warmth of his skin as it sent shockwaves through
my body.  As my heart dropped to my feet, I turned the ignition
off and opened my door.  In a sad attempt at showing off, I slid
across the hood of my car, succeeding only in tripping myself and
nearly falling flat on my face.
     "You're goofy," remarked Corey after a brief laugh.
     "This is good practice for when I become Mark Vernon, Super-
Cop!" I boasted in my best super-hero voice.
     Corey laughed and followed me into my house via the basement
door.  The basement belonged entirely to me, thanks to some
shoddy design work on the part of the architects.  I used the
vast amount of space wisely, with my entertainment center
directly across from my bed, which happened to be the pull-out
bed of a couch.  In boredom, I had put up sets of flashing lights
and a multi-colored disco-ball, to give the room more effect when
I had one of my many mini-parties.  Corey seemed to be in awe of
it all.
     I set my backpack beside the couch and plopped myself down
on the end cushion.  Corey did the same just opposite of me.
     "Want to watch a movie?" I asked hoping to show off my new
entertainment system.
     "Sure! What should we watch?" Corey replied sounding
genuinely excited.
     "Go pick one," I said as I motioned Corey towards my
bookcase filled with DVDs.  He browsed for a while, pulling out
several to read the backs before stopping at the one movie I
hoped he wouldn't see.
     "We should watch this one," he said with a coy smile before
handing the case to me.
     The movie was Beautiful Thing, an English drama about two
boys who find love and solace in one another despite the
hardships of apartment living.  I had no clue why I had the movie
on the bookcase with the rest of them; it was usually hidden in
my closet lockbox with the rest of my collection of gay
pornography.
     Nonetheless, he had found it, and I could not turn down a
chance to watch one of my favorite movies.  I pulled the DVD out
of the case and inserted it into the slot of my DVD player, then
grabbed my large all-in-one remote from the top of the TV before
returning to my spot on the couch.  I pressed a few buttons and
the movie started to play in 7 channel surround sound, complete
with dual subwoofers that hid beneath the end-tables of the
couch.
     As the title screen waved by, my nervousness began to
subside.  Maybe he is just curious as to what the movie is like,
I thought to myself.
     "Mark, can I ask you somethin'?"