Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2004 22:15:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Josh Paomer <liajfsp1212@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gum Please

Disclaimer: If you are younger than 18, are offended by a fiction story
about gay teens, and/or the subject matter is illegal in the area you are
in, don't read this story. Any similarities this story has with other
stories or real life situations are purely coincidence.

Author's note: The next part of my story Song of Spirits is somewhat
intense so I took a tiny break and wrote this for the sake of
amusement. Enjoy.

I still remember the very first time I met the love of my life. It was two
years ago, I was about 15 at the time and he'd been the shy new kid at
school. It was right after lunch break and for some reason he had eaten
lunch with my group of friends. He was so timid and quiet that I really
hadn't taken a second glance at him. I mean after all, I was the high and
mighty Matt Thompson, the most popular guy at school who had about five
girls throwing themselves at me during any time of the year. Everything had
been appearance, I was the football player, the soccer player, I hung out
with the cool kids and was ridiculously spoiled by rich parents.

Anyway, so he hung out with us during lunch and then we went back to
school. I had that period off so I was sitting in the empty hallway trying
to set up my new stereo inside the locker. I had my head way inside the
locker trying to put the wires in carefully and not give in to this almost
uncontrollable urge to rip everything apart when I heard this voice right
next to me, like really really close. I jumped in surprise banging my head
on my locker before I pulled out, rubbing the back of my head in annoyance.

"Fuck, you scared the goddam shit out of me!" Hey, even when you're
suffering a major blow to the ego, you gotta keep up the cussing, I mean
there is no way I can maintain my level of coolness if I let slip a
sentence without.

I looked up and found the new kid staring down at me. He had really big
hazel eyes that made him look kinda cute, adorable cute, not like cute
cute. (Ok, at this point in time, I gotta warn you, I'm kinda in denial
with the whole gay thing.)

He was smirking at me, not at all shy and timid. "Sorry. Just wondering if
you needed any help."

I put on an annoyed look before going back into my locker for the task at
hand. "Hell no! If you hadn't come along and fucked me up, I'd be done."

There was silence and then he sat down with his back to the locker next to
mine. I was really getting pissed at these wires I mean who designs these
stupid things? After five more minutes, I gave up and slammed my locker
shut with a vengence. I glared down at the kid acting as if this was all
his fault. He just stared back at me with a grin on his face.

I sighed loudly running my hands through my hair sinking down next to
him. For some reason, I kind of liked him, at least he wasn't a wimp. The
silence got a little awkward so I tried to make some small talk.

"So, when'd you move to this hell hole?" I asked with a nonchalant tone.

"Two weeks ago, I came from Fayetville, Arkansas."

"No fucking way! I grew up there. Shit, I thought the only thing I'd ever
see that came from there would be fucking cows or somethin."

He chuckled softly. "True that." He paused for a moment, the awkward
silence again before he said, " I have a different set of speakers in my
locker if you want to try and connect it with that boom box, it might work
better."

"Sweet, now I can trash that fucker."

He laughed, shaking his head and got up. I followed close behind him.

"Hey you got any gum?" I asked.

He stopped dead in his tracks and looked back at me startled. "What?"

I gave him a weird stare and said, "You got any gum?"

He looked shocked, his eyes opening wide as he let out an astonished laugh,
"Do I have any gum?"

"Um yeah. That's what I asked." This kid was weird.

He laughed, his hand going in his pocket, "Sure, I got some right here."

"Can I have some?" I asked. I was beginning to not want any. This kid is
creeping me out.

"Anytime! You want to go in the bathroom?"

"Why the fuck would we go into the bathroom?"

He gave me another astonished look. I swear this kid's eyes were going to
pop out. "I'm not just going to whip it out here in the middle of the hall!
You want some, I'll give it to you in the bathroom."

I was getting annoyed. "Fine, whatever."

He smirked and headed down to the bathroom at the end of the hall with me
trailing him. God, this kid's messed up. I shudder to think if this would
have been me if I'd stayed in Fayetville.

The smell of urine and crap assailed my senses when we got in there. I
swear, this piece of land will never get rid of that smell. I chuckled
softly imagining some people from the hundreds of years from now building a
house here and complaining of the smell of shit.

The kid peered around suspiciously and after making sure there was no one
else in the room, he unbuckled his belt. Before I had time to even freak
out he'd pulled his boxers down and started to stroke his cock.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" He asked me.

"Dude what the fuck are you doing??!" I screamed.

He stopped and gave me a confused look. Despite the shock I had a hard time
keeping my eyes off of his cock. It was uncut, maybe five or six inches
already and it wasn't even completely hard.

"You said you wanted some cum!" He screamed back.

Realization hit me like a load of bricks. Holy shit, he thought I was
talking about cum. Okay, don't let him see you staring at his cock! I
quickly covered with an elegant, "You fucking faggot, I said GUM not CUM!"

With a final, "Jesus Christ!" I'd stormed out of the bathroom.


Haha, thinking back I wonder how I'd react if I knew that in the next two
years I'd regularly get on my knees to thank God for allowing such a stupid
mistake to occur.

Where am I at right now? Let's just say I'm getting plenty of love...and
gum.


(Inspired by a true story) As always, emails of encouragement, thoughts,
and constructive criticism are always welcome. I can also be reached on AIM
with liajfsp1212