Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2003 04:02:58 EDT
From: GABigflamer22@aol.com
Subject: High School Daze

*This series may contain explicit sexual encounters between teenage boys.
This is a complete work of fiction, and is not to be read if you do not wish to
see such content.  With that being said, enjoy.


High School Daze:

Chapter One:

Katie always called me to make sure I was awake each morning, so it was no
surprise when the phone rang at 6:30 on the dot.

"Don't you ever get tired of being so anal?" I asked, not needing to say
hello, because I already knew who it was, you could practically set a watch by
her.

"Oh, get over it bitch, finish whatever wet dream you're having today, and
get dressed, I'll see you in an hour."  With that, Katie hung up the phone.
This had been oour morning ritual for the last two years of high school, and it
was something we considered to be comfortable and normal, even if you are
thinking its kinda weird.

I got out of bed, and made my way to the bathroom, so I could piss, and then
take my morning shower.  I was ready in about thirty minutes, and I got into
my car to make my way to Katie's house to pick her up for school.  She had her
own car, but since we had been doing this for so long we had not even
mentioned her ever driving, wouldn't want to break our set routine or anything.

Let me tell you a little about myself.  My name is Jacob, and I am 17, a
senior in high school, and I am an openly gay male.  I currently do not have a
boyfriend, and the last two that I had I couldn't tell anyone about anyways,
because they were not "out" yet.  Katie has been my best friend for about 5 years
now, and she is what I would consider to be my "fag hag," but I wouldn't dare
to ever let her hear me call her that, that is one label that she cannot
stand.  I am an average looking guy, a little skinny, but all in all not bad to
look at.  I am 5'10", about 135 lbs, I have blond hair (bleached of course), and
green eyes.  Everyone always tells me that I look like a refugee from a
boyband summer camp, I always wear leather pants, and the tightest shirts I can
find.  I think I look good, and that is all that matters right.

I make my way over to Katie's, and pull into her driveway and honk the horn.
After about 20 seconds, I see the front door open and Katie emerges with her
bookbag in tow.  She has that same perminant early morning scowl on her face
that I have learned doesn't go away till about midway through second period.
She opens the door to my burgundy '98 Cavalier (Dad bought it, beggers can't be
choosy), and she takes her seat.

"Your late as always."  I look at the clock on the dash the numbers clearly
showing 7:32 I just shrugg and off we go making our way to school.

"So, how was your "date" last night?"  I asked, probing for information with
a slight tease in my voice.  Knowing that the '"date" consisted of her
"stalker" meeting her outside of her job wihen her shift finished, a routine that had
almost become a nightly occurance the past few months.

The slap on the arm that followed was totally expected, and I was already
bursting with laughter before the imminent slap came.

"I have told you a thousand times that I would never date that FREAK!!!!!"
she said trying her best to look pissed, but I could still sense the
playfullness in her voice.

"Come on, Terrance isn't that bad, and I hear his parents are loaded.  Take
one for the team girl, I need a new car bad."  This comment only brought the
scowl up a notch, and she turned to face the front of the car.

"If you think hes so great, then you fuck him."  She smirked.

"No, he's not my type, you know I only go for the unobtainable closeted jock
types." I said, this not being a joke, I did have a funny attraction to that
which I could not have.

"Speaking of which, are you going to the swim meet tonight, I hear hes going
to have a lot of college scouts looking at him, he could really use your
support."  She said

"I already told you that its over for me and him.  He can't even bring
himself to acknowledge me in school, much less hang out with me outside of it.  Do
you know how tiring it is to build a relationship based solely on fleeting
encounters and behind closed doors quickies.  Its not possible.  If he wants my
support he can ask me for it, and hes never going to, so lets drop it."  I said
getting pissed, I was so glad that we were nearing school, and this
conversation would soon be over.

"I'm sorry I brought it up, I just think that two people who care for each
other as much as you two do shouldn't be kept apart.  Just give him some time,
he'll come around."  She said trying to console me.

"Hey look, we're here"  I said sarcastically pulling into the busy parking
lot to our school.

We got out of the car and said our goodbyes, we went off in seperate
directions to our first period classes, promising to meet for lunch.  I made my way up
the steps leading from the parking lot to the front entrance, and into the
quad where there were different groups of people milling around trying to savor
each minute before they had to force themselves to endure another boring day
of the same classes and teachers, and the same melodrama that was a part of
each life at the school.  I had almost made it to my first period class, Advanced
British Lit., when I saw him.  As much as I wanted not to, I found myself
staring, hoping he wouldn't notice, but he always did.  Steven Patrick, the star
of the schools swim team, and my EX "boyfriend", was standing with a group of
other jocks laughing and joking probably about which "ho," they banged the
previous night.  When he looked up and our eyes met, a chill ran up my spine as
always, this was becoming another daily ritual, one I used to look forward too,
now it just killed me every morning, and then to follow that up with the
latest class discussion about Beowulf, or Macbeth was just torture at 8 in the
morning.  Not a word or a nod was exchanged between me and him, as always we just
ignored each other and moved on.  I made my way into the classroom, and sat
at my desk, still 15 minutes away from class starting, and you still had about
10 minutes of morning announcements after that, so I laid my head on my desk
and decided to catch up on some much needed sleep that I was deprived from
every morning thanks to Katie.

The dream came on suddenly its was more of a memory than a dream.  I was
standing in the locker room late in the afternoon cleaning up after the swim team,
another day in detention thanks to my smoking habit that I couldn't supress
during my schoolday.  I thought I had the entire lockerroom to myself until I
heard a shower running.  Intrigued by this I made my way toward the shower unit
of the lockerroom.  When I saw the shadow I started to get a little nervous.
Being the only openly gay guy in the school if I was caught glimpsing another
guy in the shower, I would be pummeled to death.  Still my curiosity got the
better of me, and I had to see who it was interupting my solitary cleaning
process.  I barely got my head around the corner when I saw him.  Standing before
me in all his naked glory with water cascading all around him was none other
than the hottest guy in the school, mister hunk jock himself Steven Patrick.
I was amazed by the bronze color that covered his entire smooth body.  He was
a god chiseled completly out of the rarest stones on earth.  I must have made
a noise, because he startled and turned to face me, I was caught, this was the
end for me.

"Like what you see?" He asked, surprised, thinking he was alone just as I had
a minute or two before.

"Sorry, I thought I was the only one here, I thought they might have left a
shower running or something, I'll let you get back to your shower."  I
stuttered turning to leave the showering area.

"No wait.  Im finished here.  I actually wanted to talk to you." He said
turning off the water and grabbing the towel that was hanging behind him.  When he
turned to wrap the towel around his waist, I caught a glimpse of what had
been previously hidden by his leg, and it was the most beautiful completly shaved
cock I had ever seen.  I mean it wasn't huge or anything, but it was perfect
nonetheless.  The towel secure around his waist, he started toward me, I was
scared to death, and my heart was pounding a mile a minute, I knew that he was
going to kill me then and there, but I couldn't resist him, he just had a way
of drawing me into him like a gravitational pull or something.  He made his
way past me, and moved onto the lockers where he started putting his clothes
back on.  The silence in the spacious room was deafening, and you could literally
cut the tension with a knife.  It was probably 5 minutes, and he was
completly dressed before he said anything.

"I waited around, knowing you would be here.  I think you are the only person
that I could actually talk to in this school, and I wanted to, otherwise I
think I am going to burst inside.  Can we go somewhere?  How much longer do you
have here?"  He stammered out almost in one breath, I could sense the urgency
and pleading tone in his voice, and the frailty in which his request was
delivered completly caught me off gaurd coming from someone usually so confident
with himself.

"I was just finishing up, give me about five minutes, I know somewhere we can
go, its secluded and very private.  Wait in your car, and you can follow me
there."  I said, this obviously satisfied him, because he nodded and made his
way out of the lockerroom after putting his stuff into his locker.

I finished everything I had left to do with surprising quickness, and made my
way to my car.  For some reason I knew that eyecontact would have been
forbidden even though I knew he was watching me, I couldn't acknowledge that he was
watching.  I got in my car, and started to make my way out of the parking lot.
 I turned and headed to a place I had always known of as simply "the rocks."
It was a very secluded place just outside of town, and it was nothing but
huge rocks in one big area with lots of places to hide, I used to come here to
think when I was younger.  I looked in my rearview mirror to see if he was
behind me or if I just dreamed the whole encounter, but there he was following
about 4 car lengths behind.  I pulled onto the dirt road that lead to "the rocks,"
and navigated my way around the tricky turns in the road.  When I got to the
area I was looking for I parked my car and got out and waited for him to do
the same.  When he was out of his car I pointed to a wooded area just above
where one of the biggest rocks stood.  We navigated our way up the hill without
speaking a single word.  We got to a clearing in the woods, and I took a seat on
a nearby rock, and he took a seat beside me about two rocks down.

"First off, you have to promise me that this doesn't go any further than me
and you, you cannot repeat this to anyone at school or anywhere else in town
for that matter.  If you do my life will be destroyed."  He said almost tearing
up getting the ultimatum out of his mouth.

"Yeah, you can trust me, what is it?"  I asked wanting him to confide in me,
my trusting nature getting the best of me at times.

"I don't know how to explain it." he started "I mean your gay right, its not
a secret or anything?"

I nodded my response.  I had been out completely at school for the last 2
years, it was difficult, but I managed.

"I have these feelings, feelings that I can't control.  They happen in the
morning, during class, during swim practice and meets, especially when Im
swimming.  I look at guys, and I get aroused.  I try not too, but I do.  I think I'm
gay, and its killing me."  Now the tears were forming in his eyes.  "I can't
be gay.  My fathers on the city council, my mothers a community advisor and a
prominent lawyer, I have a standard to uphold to my family, and the community.
 This will kill them.  It can't happen.  But everyday, no matter how hard I
try I see one of my teammates in the lockerroom, or just some guy walking down
the hall, and I find myself checking him out.  I think about guys when I
jerkoff.  I've tried having sex with my girlfriends before, but I can never get it
up.  I blame it on being tired, but I know the real reason.  I'm almost at the
end, I don't think I could take my family being embarassed by their only son,
the one that they were told they could never have, and then amazingly I came
along."  With this last part he completly lost it, and started sobbing
uncontrollably in his hands.  I moved my way over to him, and put my arm around him
to try and console him, he resisted at first, but eventually rested his face
into my chest his body shaking uncontrollably from his sobs.  I felt so sorry
for him, and I just wanted to make him feel better.

"It will be okay."  I whispered, knowing the phrase that was uttered by
anyone trying to console another would not do any good, but it was all I could come
up with.

After about 10 minutes the crying subsided, and he was trying to gain his
composure, obviously embarassed by this display of emotions.

"Sorry."  He said his lips still quivering from the crying which had
subsided, but not completly.

"I'ts okay, its just you and me."  I said I think it made him feel better,
because his eyes lit up just a bit, and the tears went away completly.

"How do you do it?  How do you go each day and just be yourself, and not give
a fuck what the world thinks of you.  I envy you completly." this came as a
shock considering I was the one who had always envied him.

"Trust me, most days I go home and cry like a baby because someone called me
a fag, or someone put a pink ribbon on my car, or someone asked me what kind
of dress I was going to wear to the prom."  the last one, which had never
actually been said brought laughter from both of us.  "You just got to be yourself,
if your not yourself then even if people like you, they don't like the real
you no matter how much you want to believe it is."

He nodded his responce and then he stood up.

"I got to get home, I promised my mom I'd be home at 6, and its already 6:15.
 Thanks for listening."  he said, making his way back the way we came.  I
started back behind him, again, no words were spoken.  When he got to his car, I
stopped him before he got in I pulled a piece of paper and a pen out of my
pocket and quickly wrote my number on it and handed it too him.

"Anytime you want to talk, day or night, I'm available."  I said as he took
the paper from my hand.  I started to turn and walk away, but he grabed my arm.
 His strength pulled me closer to him, and he moved in and gently placed his
lips against mine.  It was a quick sweet kiss, no tounge or anything, but the
magnitude of the event sent a swift chill down my spine.  As quickly as it
happened the kiss was over, and he was in his car headed back the way we came,
and I was left standing there pondering the moment.  A moment that I would never
be able to tell anyone about.  At least not anytime soon.

The bell startled me from my dream state, and once again I was back in the
classroom, only instead of seeing people coming in the class, all I was seeing
was people leaving.  Apparently I had managed to sleep through the entire
class.  I noticed my teacher Mr. Hanson staring at me over a stack of papers.

"Mr. Robinson, I trust that tomorrow you will get your sleep in before you
come to school.  I'd hate for you to miss the discussion on what we read today."
 He said not really anger, but disappointment in his voice.

"Sorry Mr. Hanson it won't happen again." I said gathering my books to leave
class. I got up and started for the door.

"Chapters 2 and 3 Mr. Robinson."  he said not looking up from his papers.

"Yes sir." I said leaving the class and making my way to the next.  More
depressed than ever.



I know this doesn't have much sexual content, but it will eventually.  I hope
you like the first installment, and if you wish for me to continue please
write me at GABigflamer22@aol.com.  The next chapter will be coming out shortly
if the response is good.