Date: Tue, 6 May 2008 01:18:14 -0700
From: Tyler O <crushedbytheworld@gmail.com>
Subject: Finally, Landon Part 1

	You guys know the routine. This stuff is mostly fiction. Any
relation to any persons, living or six feet under, is purely coincidental
(as in, don't get all worried that I'm talking about you or something,
cause I'm not. I don't even know you.) Oh, and the usual rules apply since
there will be gay sexual intercourse in this story: if you're too young to
be reading this stuff, don't. And yeah, if this offends you...go somewhere
else. Alrighty now that that's over with...on with the story!

	Oh, wait. Just so you critics out there know, this is my first
story so I'm no professional. I'm very open to comments about my story,
praise and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism alike. Feel free to contact me at
crushedbytheworld@gmail.com. Okay, now seriously, on with the story!

Landon, Finally--Part 1

      Four hits and misses. This whole "gay" thing was growing to be quite
the heartbreaker. Jaren was my last, the last boy I confessed my feelings
for and in the end, he proved to be just like the others. They all claimed
not to be gay, and yet, something in each of them set off unexplainable
sparks.

      It was Jay first, my best friend through my middle school years. Our
parents were close and as a result, our friendship became tighter over the
years. I was drawn to him, but my feelings were confounded as they jumbled
friendship and love. One day I told him how I felt about him; we haven't
been the same since.

      My feelings for Cameron originated as a result of our trip together
to play volleyball on the mainland. Far, from Hawaii, my island home, I
felt an immediate connection. Once again, I ruined another friendship with
my confession. I still haven't talked to him since.

      I knew David for a while, and also knew he was one of the best Judo
wrestlers in the state, if not the entire nation. His body was unbelievably
cut, beautifully firm muscle beneath smooth, supple skin. I fell in love
with his physique. And, as you can probably guess, he turned me down,
too. Pity, really. Well, for me anyway.

      And the last happened a little more than a month ago. Jaren was
so...beautiful. Tall, dark, and wonderfully handsome, his paddling body and
perfectly structured features drew me in. I took this one slow, getting to
know him, becoming friends. Then one day I decided it was time. I wrote a
long letter expressing my feelings for him. And, of course (this should be
no surprise to you at this point) he turned me down as well.

      So finally, after so many rejections, I figured Fate would finally
give me a chance. I just had to wait for the fifth "right guy" to come
along.


      "Are you coming to watch my softball game tonight?" my best friend,
Misha, asked.

      "Yeah, I kinda have to," I replied, "my whole family's going." My
sister played on the Varsity softball team with Misha. Although my sister,
Kaylee, was a freshman, she was very talented. So was Misha, hence, they
were both starters, my sister the starting catcher and Misha the second
baseman.

      "Cool, okay I have to go get on the bus but I'll see you there!"
Misha said as she scurried off in search of her teammates.

      "Okay, bye!"

      I sauntered off over to the parking lot to wait for my dad to pick me
up from school.

      After I got home, I did my homework like a good little nerd and got
dressed for the game. I stared at my appearance in my full-length closet
mirror. I pored over my reflection, trying to convince myself that I was
handsome enough to want. After four rejections, it wasn't easy.

      My shirt off, I flexed a bit in the mirror. Yes, a little vain, I
know. But still, I just had to reassure myself that my six-pack was still
there. I wasn't as muscled as I would like to be but I'm toned enough, I
guess, mainly from swimming. My dark brown eyes were so shadowy, they were
nearly black, but they sparkled and reflected light beautifully, like a
pair of obsidians. My smoky eyes were complemented by my jet black hair,
which I spiked to retain my youthfulness. My skin was tanned nicely, a
light brown color. Oh, and if it isn't obvious already, I'm Japanese.

      I slipped on a t-shirt that accented my body and headed out the
door. Quickly putting on some slippers (I believe they're called
"flip-flops" on the mainland) I dove into the car and relaxed a bit on the
way to the game.



      The game was hardly exciting enough to hold my attention. But
something, or should I say, someone else, was.

      Landon Rains stood off a ways from me, under the pavilion that shaded
the announcer's booth. As it was evening already, and a few stars sparkled
in the dark blue sky, there wasn't much need for shade, yet he stood there
anyway. I knew him from orchestra class last year, we shared a stand and
both played violin. Although I had tried to talk to him then, he hardly
spoke. I figured he was shy. Recently though, we talked when we were in
groups of people, namely the baseball players since a few of them were my
friends and he played baseball also. Since things were friendlier between
us now, I decided to go talk to him.

      Yes, I know. I'm totally crushing and that's why I wanted to talk to
him but can you blame me? He's around 5' 7" and gorgeous. He wasn't much
taller than me, as I'm 5'6" so we'd make the perfect couple. Oh, god. Look
at me: already being WAY too optimistic.

      So I strode over there, trying my best to look cool and sexy at the
same time (which wasn't very easy for me) and walked right up to stand next
to him.

      "Hey Landon," I said, and shook his hand.

      "What's up, Owen?" he greeted me as well. Oh, man. He smiled. His
perfect teeth were so white, framed by his defined jaw bone. His skin was
golden and beautiful. Oh, wait, I was talking to him. Sorry! I just got
lost in those beautifully green eyes. There I go again!

      "Nothing much," I finally responded, a bit dazed-sounding though, as
my mind was wrapped up in thoughts of him. I imagined him stroking my hair,
and wrapping his arms around me. Whoa! I did it again! "So how's orchestra?
Since I'm not taking it, I bet you're not having any fun." I winked.

      Yes, I was flirting. Jeez, can't a guy flirt with another guy?
Especially such a cute, sexy guy like Landon?

	He laughed. He laughed! And, he flashed me that jaw-dropping smile
again.

	"Yeah, it's alright I guess. Still hate Barnes, though. He's so
stupid!" Mr. Barnes was our orchestra teacher, probably one of the most
disliked teachers at our school.

	I chuckled, "I know! And, his belly hangs out like a frickin'
blob!"

	"Yeah, oh my god." He smiled, and then relaxed.

	I relaxed too, floating down from my laughter high. There was a
silence between us. Like something was awkward. Something unsaid lingered
in the air. We both struggled to find something to talk about. Finally, we
moved onto his upcoming license test (as we were both 16) and our sports
seasons. Throughout the conversations, though, there was like a space
between us begging to be crossed. I would soon get my chance.


	It was finally the bottom of the seventh inning and as we were the
visitors, the other team was up to bat. We were already up by seven,
though, so it wasn't very interesting. Suddenly, Landon's mom came up to
talk to us. She looked a bit worried.

	"Landon, there's no power at our house. Dad just called. So we're
going to stay at Aunty Rene's house tonight okay?" Mrs. Rains told Landon.

	"But mom, they're so weird over there. Like Aunty Rene is okay and
all but her kids are super strange. They're so irritating."

	"What do you mean?" I asked.

	"Well, they're seven and ten, both girls. And they always get on my
nerves, they always want me to play with them and stuff. And they're super
naughty, they get away with all kinds of stuff and Aunty Rene just lets
them go," Landon explained.

	"Well, sorry mister but unless you have a better idea, we're
staying with them." Mrs. Rains warned.

	"Oh! Why don't you sleep over at my house tonight, Landon?" I
thought of the idea, then I said it. Clever, right?

	"Are you sure that'll be okay?" she asked.

	"Yeah I'm sure! My mom will say yes. We really don't mind." I
texted my mom and asked her while I said this.

	"That sounds like fun, Owen. Dude, like seriously, I haven't stayed
at anyone's house for a while."

	"Alright then, call me, Landon. I'll pick you up later." Landon's
mom walked off as the game finished.



	I found my mom afterwards and she was totally cool with it, like I
knew she would be. Good job, mom. We all packed into the van and drove
home, Landon and I sitting right next to each other, legs touching.

	When we got home, I took Landon to my room.

	"So did you take a bath yet?" I asked.

	"No I was going to when I got home." He plopped himself onto my
bed.

	"Okay so you're going to need clothes right?"

	"Yeah." He looked a little worried.

	"Cool, borrow some of mine," I said as a shuffled through my
drawers, "what size are you?"

	"Uh, medium shirt and around 30" waist." He replied.

	"Wow, that's my size exactly. I guess you can take your pick then."
I offered him the dresser.

	He stood up from where he was sitting, "ok," he said a little
nervously, "these will do."

	He grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of surf shorts from my dresser.

	"What about underwear?" I asked, almost too curiously.

	"Uh," he paused, "I don't wear any." And that statement sparked our
conversations for the rest of the night.

	"What? Doesn't it get all uncomfortable down there?" I pointed
straight at his crotch, which was hidden by his jeans.

	"What do you mean?" He asked, a little embarrassed.

	"Well it's all just there. You know, doesn't it feel weird?"

	"Not really. It actually feels really cool. Like they're free. Oh
god, this is pretty gross. Why are we talking about this?"

	"Cause it's interesting, fool."

	"Alright. Well why don't you try it tonight? After we shower you
can just not put anything underneath on...you know...see how it feels."

	"Ok, I guess I could try it."

	"Cool. So can I go and shower?"

	"Oh, yeah here follow me."

	I led him to the bathroom and gave him a set of towels he could
use. I showed him how to work the shower and was making my way out.

	"Alright so I'm going back to my room, you don't need me to sit
here and make sure you don't drown right?" I asked, teasing.

	"No, actually I think I'll be alright," he responded, playing
along.

	I closed the door with a wink (yes, another one) and headed back to
my room. I got some clothes together--but not any underwear. As I tidied up
my room a bit, I pondered over my situation. Here was a totally hot guy,
whom I had a totally huge crush on, and, he was sleeping over at my
house. I wasn't sure I'd be able to control myself. And I was worried
because every time I tried to go somewhere relationship-wise, with another
guy, our friendship was totally ruined. And Landon was so cool, I wouldn't
want to lose him as a friend. The opening of the bathroom door jarred me
from my personal thoughts, and Landon soon walked into the room.

	His hair, which was about ear-length, so, a bit long, was still a
little damp. He ran his hands through it and just looked so sexy, my little
friend took notice. Yes, folks, I sported an erection.

	"Well, are you gonna shower?" he asked, noticing I was still
sitting.

	"Yeah," I'm sure I was blushing. I tried changing the subject, "so
what are you gonna do while I'm gone?"

	"Uh," it worked! "Watch some TV, I guess."

	"Okay," finally my boner subsided. "Here's the remote." I tossed it
at him and he fumbled it. Some baseball player.

	"Nice catch," I laughed.

	"Go shower dumbass," he shot back playfully.

	As I walked to the shower, I was giddy with joy. We were finally
getting close and comfortable with each other! It's about time, I thought
to myself as I stripped down and hopped in the shower.

	I pondered over our conversations and although I rejoiced in our
quickly growing friendship, worry also stirred inside me. I was afraid to
lose this friendship. But, at the same time, I couldn't deny that my
feelings for him were growing much stronger. I caressed my body gently with
my soap and as my hands traveled down to my groin, I was tempted to jerk
off--I was already hard just picturing the things we could do together. But
I resisted. If I took too long in the bathroom, I'm sure Landon would have
noticed.

       I quickly rinsed off, toweled off, and dressed--without the
underwear. It felt really good, it felt free. At the same time, though, it
made me really horny. I made my way back to my bedroom, which was in the
same hallway as the bathroom. My parents seemed to already be asleep
downstairs and my sister's bedroom was fairly far away from mine and she
was just watching TV.

	"So did you do it?" He asked as soon as I got back into the room.

	"Yeah," I replied as I went to sit next to him on my bed to watch
Whose Line is it Anyway.

	"Well," he shut off the TV, "prove it."

	"What?" I asked, totally surprised by his question.

	"Show me." He replied coolly.

That's it for the first chapter! Hope you liked it! Um...the second one
will be really exciting, I promise, since there was no "action" in this
one. Be patient guys, the action is on its way! Again, feel free to email
me: crushedbytheworld@gmail.com. I'm open to comments and suggestions. Stay
tuned for more!