Date: Mon, 23 Nov 1998 14:44:14 PST
From: "Kenny B." <thrasher59@hotmail.com>
Subject: Happy

Happy
By Kenny

Hi there, this is the story about teenagers falling in love.  If you
don't want to read about two guys doing it and falling in love then you
probably shouldn't read it.  Also if you are not at least 18 you
probably shouldn't read it either, but if you do make sure that your
parents aren't home as I get enough bitching from my mom and really
don't want to have to listen to someone else's bitching at me.  I really
want to thank someone becaues even though this isn't the first story
that I ever wrote, I don't think I would have written it if it wouldn't
have been for reading a story by someone else that is just awesome, and
made me believe that what I dream about is really possible. So here it
is, thank you Charlie.  If you have any comments or criticism, please
feel free to email me at thrasher59@hotmail.com .  I just love to hear
from peeps about my stories, and you can never have too many friends who
know the real you.


Chapter 1

I tried to be impartial as I looked in the mirror, I guess it wasn't all
that bad.  I started at the top of my head, looking at the long blond
hair.  It was parted in the center and the bangs reached all the way
down to my chin and it was really silky and shiny, all the girls would
stare at it for hours.  I moved down my face and looked deep into my
green eyes, I thought that they were a little too pointed out at the
edges but everyone said that it made me look vaguely oriental.  My nose
was straight and not really thin, or fat and just a little turned up at
the tip really making me look even younger than I was.  The lips were
just way too big and full and even though I spent hours a day just
laying in the sun, they always seemed really red.  On both sides of my
lips were my dimples that were really cute when framed by the few
freckles on my cheeks.  I guess that it wasn't bad for a 14-year-old
face.

I let my eyes wander down some more and took in the full front view of
my body.  I was about 5'9" and thin but not emaciated.  I spent a lot of
time in the pool and it showed.  I wasn't really muscular but every
muscle on my body was easily seen and when I moved you could see the
muscles move and shift.  I spun just a little and spun back, bringing my
attention to my favorite feature, my dick!  I had to admit that I was
glad that god had decided to be kind to me in that department.  It
wasn't huge, but it was bigger than every other freshman that I knew,
and there were a lot of other guys that were bigger than me.  It was
kind of a running joke with me and all of my friends, that mom had fallen
asleep in a barn and woke up pregnant with a smiling Clydesdale over
her.

Of course standing there jiggling it back and forth brought on the
inevitable reaction even though I had taken care of that little problem
less than twenty minutes earlier in the shower.  I couldn't help but sit
there and stare as my bone started to swell and it made me just feel
that much harder as the head mushroomed and the veins became more
prominent.  I was just getting ready to reach down and give it a little
yank when I heard the tell tale sound of footsteps coming up the stairs
to the third floor of the house.  I quickly jumped across the room and
in to my bed, just barely getting under the covers before I heard the
knock on my door.

"Come in" I yelled.

"Hey, Bryan, don't you think you should be getting out of bed and getting
dressed?  You don't want to miss your first day of high school do you?"
My mom said as she leaned in the door.   "Your Breakfast is already done
and I am just waiting for you to drag yourself out of your crypt."

"Aw mom, I will be down in just a minute!  Just give me a sec to get
dressed!"  I said, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks, and trying not
to let my embarrassment at almost getting caught choking it show.  I
really love my mom but sometimes I really wished that I lived by myself.
It would have been so awesome just to be able to do whatever I wanted to
do.  Not to mention it would have made it a lot easier for me having to
tell her something that I had been putting off ever since I got back
from summer camp.

I had known for a while, and even though I had really tried this summer
it was just no good.  No matter what I tried or how cool a girl was, I
didn't want her.  I was gay.  I had tried really hard with three
different girls and it had gotten hard a couple of times but that was
only after the girls had gone to what would have to be called "heroic"
lengths.  But there had been no problem with me getting excited with my
cabin mates, and one morning when there was just me and one other kid in
the cabin.  And when he had asked me if he could touch it and then beat
me off, there had been no problem whatsoever.  And I really had loved it
when I had felt his warm soft hands wrap around my huge shaft and the
way his eyes had lit up as it had gotten even harder and finally blow my
jizz all over the both of us.  I had wanted to do it again, but the
chance had never presented itself again, even though I had tried a
couple of times to engineer the opportunity.

My mom finally stepped back out on to the landing and closed the door,
leaving me to get dressed.  I jumped out of bed and tried to ignore my
better than half hard cock and set about picking out clothes for the
day.  I was really kind of nervous because it would be my first day at a
new school and even though most of the kids that had gone through eighth
grade with me would be there, so would everyone from the other two middle
schools in my district.  I was really excited to see all of my old
friends and was even more phsyched to start JV Soccer.  I had been
playing since I was about four years old and my whole family had been
living in Germany when my father had still been around.

I reached into my underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of Calvin Klein
boxers with a plaid print and a wide white waistband.  I pulled them up
on to my hips and then reached in to one of the bins in my closet and
grabbed a pair of baggy cargo shorts that I knew made me look awesome.
I pulled 'em up and thought about wearing a belt but then changed my mind
and just let then hang on my slim hips so that the waistband of my
boxers was evident above the top of the shorts.  I grabbed an Adidas T
and a short pair of socks and then slipped in to my sneakers.  I looked
at myself in the mirror and wished that I was a little bigger one more
time before throwing open the door and running down both flights of
stairs.

I came crashing through the door into the kitchen and saw Marina, the
maid-cook that my mom had hired over the summer, had already finished
fixing breakfast, and there was a plate of eggs and sausage on the table
along with a huge glass of milk.  I ran over and grabbed the rest of the
carton out of the fridge and sat down and without even a word started
engulfing the hot eggs.  Mom came in when I was about half way done and
rubbed my shoulders as she walked behind me and headed for the coffee
pot.  She poured herself a cup of coffee and chatted with Marina for a
second before coming over to sit down and smile at me.

"Lookin good kiddo!" She said smiling even wider at me.

"Mooooooommmm!  I am not a kid anymore!"  I said plaintively.

"Oh yeah that's right, you are in high school now!  How could I be so
forgetful?"  She was smiling from ear to ear.

My mom is just so awesome.  You have to understand that since my dad
died in a plane crash seven years earlier, she had been
all that I had.  She not only took care of me but she was also the
senior and managing partner of her own, large law firm that specialized
in suing people.  And I guess that she was very good at it because we
always had money.  I really hated it though because it seemed like she
was always working or that she always had a meeting to go to when she
didn't have something urgent that I had to have her do.  She was always
moving but I never felt like she was too busy for me because she always
made the time just to make sure that she was there for me.  I loved her
and hated the fact that I was going to have to tell her about myself, I
really hated the idea that I might be or do something to disappoint her.

"Oh come on mom, I am 14 now, don't you think that's a little old to be
a kid?"  I asked.  I already knew the answer, she said it all the time
and I always acted like it bothered me but it didn't and I think we both
knew that.

"No matter how old you get, Bryan, you will always be my little boy."
She said smiling and having just a little something that I couldn't
understand in her eyes. It was kind of sad and happy at the same time.

"What's the matter mom?"  I asked.

"Nothing Bryan, just that you remind me so much of your father
sometimes."  She sighed.  "He was always so full of life and the love of
it, just like you are and I miss him very much."

I walked over to it and hugged her, just wishing that she didn't have to
be sad.  I missed my dad a lot too, but I really didn't remember him
that much anymore.  I remember him teaching me how to dribble a soccer
ball and his warm smile when he would watch me play, but I really just
have a hard time recalling his face aside from the way he looked in the
pictures that were on the mantle in the den.  I really just wished more
than anything in the whole world that he would just come walking through
the door and wrap his arms around my mom and me.  But I was old enough
now to know that wasn't going to happen.  I still wished it though for
my mom's sake, she just seemed so lonely sometimes.

She reached back and kissed me on the top of the head, and said, "I love
you kiddo!"

"I love you too mom!"

"Well go grab your stuff and let's get you off to school."

"Hold on, mom, I have to check my email too."  I answered as I ran out the
door an up the stairs.

About the only thing that I would say that I couldn't live without, were
my computers.  I have three actually, and they were my only real
release.  I had found out that if one knew where to look, then you could
find pictures stories and even friends on the Internet, even if you were
a Homo.  I had almost instantly became a Net junkie.  My mom said that I
was going to grow a parallel port if I wasn't careful.  I logged on to
my email server really fast and checked to see if I had any new messages
and was pleased to see that I had four, one from this really hot guy
that I knew lived somewhere right around me.  I wanted to meet him so
bad, but I was still kind of afraid because I wasn't really sure that it
was a good idea.  I downloaded the email anyway and logged off.

I grabbed my stuff and my skates and headed down stairs so that I could
hitch a ride with mom.  When I got down stairs mom was already waiting
for me. Doubtless all set for another day of suing the shit out of
people as my uncle put it.  I said bye to Marina and asked her to make
me some cookies, I love her oatmeal raisin cookies, and we headed out
the door into the garage, me throwing my stuff in to the back of the
navigator and then jumping in the front seat.  My mom just let me start
riding in the front this summer and I was really proud of the fact that
she thought I was big enough now.  The ride to school wasn't very
eventful, just me listening to Eagle Eye Cherry on my Walkman and mom
already caught up in her work for the day, listening to all her
voicemail messages on the cell phone.

We pulled up to the school and I was floored when as she kissed me I
noticed a couple of tears in her eyes.  I didn't know what to say so I
just kind of ignored them but I did something that I didn't normally do
anymore and told her that I loved her before she drove off.  I just
hoped that it wasn't something that I had done to upset her.

I looked up at the modern facade of Bradley High and couldn't help but
be impressed.  Kids from fifteen to eighteen seemed to be everywhere and
there was an endless line of cars disgorging yet more kids up and down
the long sidewalk in front of the school.  I tried to remain aloof and
look cool but I know myself well enough to know that I probably failed
miserably.  My senses were literally assaulted by all of the guys that
were walking around and it seemed like there were so many cuties, one
just cuter than the one before and it was all that I could do to keep
from drooling.  Suddenly I was hit from behind and two arms wrapped
around my chest.  I briefly struggled and then broke out of whomever's
grasp and turned to see who it was.

I was not only surprised but I almost dropped my Walkman when I saw
Justin standing there.  He was the kid that had been so fascinated with
my log at summer camp and even cuter today than he had been this summer.
He was wearing baggy Hilfiger jeans and a colorful shirt that rode up to
expose his boxers above the waist band of the jeans in such a sexy way.
I was so shocked that it took me a minute to figure out that I still had
my Walkman on and that I hadn't been struck deaf by god for my sins.
His curly blond hair framed his blue eyes and rosy cheeks and his smile
revealed his braces that were new since this summer.  I finally decided
that it would be a good idea to take off my Walkman so that I could hear
whatever it was that he seemed to be saying in such an excited voice.

"Bryan, dude!" he said, almost at the top of his lungs.  "What are you
deaf or what?"

"Sorry I was just listening to some music, Justin.  I didn't know that
you were going to Bradley this year!"  I replied.

"Yeah, just starting as a freshman, my parents moved up here since I
went away to camp and didn't tell me till they picked me up.  I was so
phsyched because I was pretty sure that you said that you were going to
be going here too."  His smile was infectious and I had a hard time not
cracking one of my own even though I was trying to look cool.  This year
was already looking up!  "Oh yeah!  I almost forgot!" He said as he
turned around, "This is Corey!"

I looked up at the kid he was talking about as I extended my hand to the
kid he was talking about trying to maintain my new "adult" coolness.
But my mind had other plans, as the whole world just seemed to slow
down.  He was GORGEOUS!  I started from the Adidas sneakers, (which, yes,
I have a thing for) and it seemed to take forever for me to get all the
way to the top of his light brown hair.  In between I noticed that he
had a thin frame and that he had the deepest brown eyes and his
complexion was so dark as to almost be called cocoa.  His teeth were
perfect and his skin so clear that you would have to say that it was
perfect, and he had an awesome gold hoop in his left ear and a really
cool cuff further up.  What the hell was this dude doing here?  He
should have been on a stage somewhere where millions could just stare
adoringly into his deep gorgeous eyes!  It took me a second to remember
where I was and what I was supposed to be doing and then everything
finally seemed to catch up again and time went back to normal.

"Hi!  I'm Bryan!"  Oh just brilliant dude!  You should write monologue
for Leno!  I even capped it off by saying, "Good to meet you dude".  I
was sure putting my best foot forward!

He seemed totally oblivious to my consternation and as he took my hand
in his warm, dry extremity it was hard for me to keep my knees from
buckling.  His eyes just seemed to get deeper and it really did feel
like I was falling endlessly into them.  I really don't know why I
didn't just put a sign on that said "FAG" and start worshipping him
openly right there in front of the school.  About the only thing that I
didn't do was to actually drool on his warm strong hand as it grasped
mine.

"Hey, dude, Corey's the name, what up?"  He said in a warbling tenor that
was the most awesome sound I had ever heard.  "Nice skates!"  He said
looking at my Oxygen's.

"Thanks!  You skate?" I asked.

"Yup sure do, aggressive all the way!" he replied.  His voice was just
so awesome!  I had to think of something else to say so that I could
find a way to keep him talking and learn more about this guy!  He was
just the hottest thing in the whole world!  I knew that I would never be
able to touch him but I intended to look as much as possible, and to be
honest my dork was already waking up thinking about how good it was
going to feel laying in bed thinking of his smile tonight.

"Um, guys!" Justin chimed in.

I must have turned at least three shades of red because I had totally
forgotten he was there!  Don't get me wrong, Justin was a little hotty
and ten minutes ago I would have been drooling and already planning to
find some way for us to be alone together and let him spend some more
time with my cock, but not now!  All that I wanted or needed was right
in front of me, and it wasn't that Corey was cuter, it was just that he
was different.  I know that sounds really shallow, and maybe one of the
reasons I was turning colors was because it struck me as that way too,
but I couldn't help it all really.

"We really should be getting inside don't you think?" Justin continued.
"We gotta find out where our home rooms are and stuff."  I looked down
at him and resisted the urge to strangle him, I didn't want to go to
school, I wanted to sit out here and talk to Corey!  But I knew that
Justin was right.  I didn't want to blow my cover in front of the whole
school on the first day of high school, (unless it would make this boy
love me that is) and I didn't really need any more opportunities to look
like an idiot.

We all went inside together. Justin and I talking, we were falling in to
an easy banter, and Corey just sort of tagging along.  I was way out of
my depth here, I had never been afraid to talk to anyone in my entire
life and now suddenly I had found someone that I desperately wanted to
talk to and couldn't!  What the hell was wrong with me?  Did I turn into
a sped when no one was looking or something?  Maybe if I tried really
hard I could find a way to prove to him once and for all that I was a
total loser and he should just run for the hills.

Justin was just talking about ninety miles an hour and I almost thought
that he had completely forgotten about spanking my monkey when he looked
at me and winked as we all looked at the home room list.  "The Horsey
still growing?"

Oh my GOD!  I almost choked on my tongue.  I knew that no one else could
have possibly known what he called it that morning but still this wasn't
the time or the place!  I looked around quickly and he just totally
cracked up, his laugh echoing around with all the other teenage voices.
Corey turned around and just shook his head when he saw that Justin was
laughing his ass off.

He looked at me and seeming not to notice that I was redder than some of
the lockers said, "Don't worry about him, he didn't take his meds this
morning and its getting to him.".

"Yeah I know, I was in a cabin with his spaziod ass most of the summer."
I replied

This started to crack Justin up even more and we couldn't help but laugh
with him, his laugh was just infectious like that.  We all just laughed
our asses off. It just seemed like one of those bonds formed and even
though I didn't know it yet, that bond would take me through a lot of
hard times in the coming year, and would only get more important as time
went by.  It seems sometimes that the most important things in life
always happen when you aren't looking and that you never even realize it
until so much later.  And then all you can do is thank god for what
happened and that  you didn't know enough to fuck it up, because if you
are like me, you surely would have.

"Hey look!  You guys have the same homeroom!" Justin said.

I looked up at the wall and saw my name and then Corey's, not only in
the same homeroom but right below mine.  It turned out that the
arrangement was alphabetical and that his name was the next one after
mine in an alphabetical listing of freshman students.  I was losing it!
No matter what happened I would get to see Corey every day!  I tried to
calm myself and couldn't help but smiling from ear to ear.  Justin found
out what room he was supposed to be in and we went over to the map where
there were a couple of older teens hanging around.  We looked at the map
and figured out where we were supposed to be going and since both rooms
were vaugley in the same direction headed off down the hall and up the
stairs to the second floor.

Justin got to his room and ran in, I couldn't help but love the kid, he
was just such a spaz and his energy was so blatant that you couldn't
help but smile.  He was excited and just didn't care who knew, and
because he wasn't even trying to be cool, he just couldn't help but be.
He said that he would hang out there after homeroom since we would
probably have to come back by the room to get to anyplace else in the
school for first period classes.  Corey and I continued on down the
hall, the silence suddenly oppressive, and the weight of my cool act
getting heavier and heavier.

Okay come on Bryan, talk!  I know that you know how, you have only been
doing it since you were born!  Most of the time you couldn't get me to
shut up and now that I really wanted too I couldn't think of anything to
say to Corey!  I finally muscled up the nerve to say something to him
and was just opening my  mouth to ask him some really stupid question
when he did the exact same thing!  We both cracked.  It was just way too
much and we couldn't help but laugh, but maybe that was just what we
needed because after that we just couldn't shut up.  We talked all the
way to homeroom and then once we got there and discovered that he was
sitting right behind me, we talked for the rest of the ten minutes until
the homeroom bell rang.

We compared schedules and found that we had three of the four classes
together on three days and two on the other two.  The days being broken
up differently because the classes were longer, and instead of eight
classes we only had four.  I also found out that Corey was into soccer
and was going to be on the team too.  He said that he wasn't really that
good but something about the way that he said it made me kind of doubt
that, and to be honest I really didn't care.

I found out all sorts of things about him but I have to admit that he
probably learned more about me simply because of the way that his mind
worked.  I really felt like I was being interrogated by a master, he
would ask a question and I would answer not even realizing that most of
what came out of his mouth was questions and that the total flow of the
conversation was at his control.  In that time I came to respect not
only his devastating good looks but his brain too.  This was no total
skate head that didn't have anything else going for him.  We got through
homeroom and announcements and headed back for our first class that just
happened to be Math II.

On the way of course Justin fell in beside us and just couldn't wait to
find out what our schedules looked like.  It turned out that he was only
in one of my classes each day, and that he only had one with Corey on
two of them.  He was a little pissed but it didn't last long and he was
back to his old bubbly self before we even got to the stairs.  He turned
off at the stairs and I told him that I would see him in second period
and Corey and I headed further down the hallway in search of our math
class.  The rest of the day went just about normal for any teen starting
a new school year.  We were told that we would have to work to do well
in our classes and that we were in high school now, there would be no
excuses and we were expected to do our assignments and to do the
studying that our classes required.

About the only thing that happened that wasn't ordinary for me was the
fact that I just couldn't stop daydreaming about feeling Corey's long
fingers wrapped around my dick.  I couldn't even tell you what one of my
teachers looked like at the end of the day, but I could have told you
exactly what it would feel like if Corey were to grope me.  Or at least
I thought I could, I would only come to find out how wrong I was.


Please send any comments or criticisms to thrasher59@hotmail.com .
This isn't the frist story that I have written, and I'm sure it won't be
the last and it is far from done, I just wanted to go ahead and put it
up so I wouldn't trash the whole thing again.