Date: Mon, 12 Jul 2004 15:15:19 -0400
From: Andrew Fowler <afowler6789@hotmail.com>
Subject: In And Out 2

Hey everyone!  Thanks for reading my story, this is the second
installment-Chapter Two.
Email me if you have any questions or comments afowler6789@hotmail.com

In And Out
Chapter Two

	I walked off Laura's front lawn with drunken thoughts in my head and a pack
of Marlboro Reds in my pocket.  I reached for my pocket and pulled out a
lighter and a wrinkled cigarette, due to the pack being a soft pack, I
nearly broke them every time I sat down.  I flicked the plastic lighter, and
inhaled the fresh smoke into my lungs and all my troubles faded for a brief
instant.  There I was, a drunken fifteen year old smoking a cigarette on my
friend's front lawn, or so I thought she was my friend.  What a way to start
the summer vacation by getting drunk and falling into her misshapen web of
seduction, I'm the one who should be pissed.  I guess I need to quit
smoking.
	I sat on the curb of the street watching children throw a football back and
forth, and laughing hysterically every time the ball hit the ground a
bounced randomly around due to it's shape.  I missed being a child; I missed
the innocence of it all.  The past few years, including the one's where I
was fifteen, I had been so confused.  My sexuality never made things easier;
it mostly made me wonder how my friends and family would react.  The only
people who knew were Annie, who was perfectly content with my lifestyle, and
Laura, who obviously wasn't.  I never was one of those boys who tried to
deny being gay, I always knew I was different, I actually never knew what
gay was until fourth grade, when Tim Burloft called me faggot, and I asked
him what that was.  I guess that's when I realized I was gay, I never tried
to fight it, it wasn't my choice, but I never told anyone until I got older.
	All of these thoughts brought me somewhat sober, and I was able to
concentrate more on what was happening around me.  The kids throwing the
ball, the cars zipping by, and then suddenly I noticed two feet standing in
front of me as I looked up in shock.  It wasn't Laura, coming to yell at me
some more, I wasn't a child coming over to lecture me about smoking, no, it
was a boy.  His face features were hidden in the beams of the sunlight, but
I could see that he was smiling; his pearly whites reflected the some more
than anything.  He stepped out of the sunlight and gave me a chance to get a
better look at him, he was staring and smiling at me, I wonder if he knew I
was drunk, people tend to play pranks on drunken people in this town.
	"Do you have an extra cigarette?" he asked me so gentle, so nicely, so
happily.  He had a face of an angel, a baby face you might say, dimpled
cheeks, gorgeous green eyes, straight teeth, a lovely button nose that fit
his face quite well.  He had brown hair, cut like an army cut.  He wore a
yellow Corona shirt, and kinaki cargo shorts.  He looked like something that
just stepped right of a television set while a modeling competition was on.
I just smiled at him before I answered.
	"Yeah, I've got another cigarette." I said as I reached into my pocket and
pulled out another wrinkled one.
	"What happened to your smokes man?" he said glancing at mine in my fingers
that was also creased all over.
	"Soft pack." I said simply, and that was enough for him to understand.  He
had a very deep and manly voice that sounded kind and very placid.  Usually
when I give someone a cigarette, they walk off, but he sat down next to me
and smiled.  I smiled back in a flirtatious way.  I didn't want to seem too
forward because if he was straight, then an obvious confrontation would
start, because most straight boys found homosexuals completely disgusting.
	"Hi, I'm Cody." He said reaching a beautiful hand out to me.  I shook it
firmly but also clumsily.
	"I'm Gabe." I said and smiled, showing off my straight white teeth.  I
guess my teeth were the only thing straight about me, I though to myself.  I
started laughing as I held his hand and he let go a little freaked out.
	"What's so funny?" he said as he took my cigarette from my middle and index
finger, and lit the tip of is with mine, and then gave it back to me.
	"Nothing, inside joke." I said to him now calming down a little.
	"You're drunk aren't you?" he said with entertained eyes.
	"How'd you know?" I asked confused.
	"Because you stink like alcohol, that's why." He said as he started to
burst out laughing.  That made me smile.  We shared the same humor, thinking
that not so funny things could be molded into something hilarious.
	"Oh shit.  I guess I'm going to get my ass beat when I get home." It
probably wouldn't be funny if I was sober, but whenever I'm drunk, even
death could become funny somehow.
	"Well I think I might have the thing to help you out." He said as he pulled
a backpack of from somewhere, I hadn't noticed that he had a backpack with
him, as he unzipped a small compartment.  He pulled out a small bottle of
cologne for my fragrance, and mints for my breath.  I needed to remind him
later that I wasn't some kind of alcoholic, but the occasion for me getting
wasted was the last day of school.  He sprayed the cologne on me, and stuck
he mint into my mouth barely brushing his fingers against my lips.  I was
doing all I could to hold myself back from kissing him.  My `gaydare' was
screaming at me that he was gay, but what did I know, my `gaydare' was
probably all dysfunctional from the alcohol.
	"Thank you." I said passionately as I sucked on the fourth mint he had
given me, licking my lips hoping that there was any residue of flavor from
him as light brushing his fingers with my mouth.  I breathed in deeply as my
nostrils filled with a husky scent of male cologne; it turned me on think
that Cody must have smelled like this as well.
	"You smell good." I said not even thinking as he looked at me with
surprise.  "I mean, this smells good." I said slowly not wanting to mess my
words up again.
	"Thank you, you smell good too." He said enticingly taking a whiff of me
from a foot or so distance.  I smiled at him.  We sat there smiling at each
other for what seemed life hours, and then suddenly, the question came into
his mouth.
	"I don't mean to offend you, but are you gay?" he asked me off guard, that
I was shocked for a moment that he had asked the question that I was trying
to figure out how to ask.  I wasn't sure if he was asking me because he was
straight and felt a gay vibe from me that made him uncomfortable, or if he
was also gay, and was asking for his own personal interest.
	"Does it matter if I am?" I asked in a way not to seem too offended, or
overjoyed.
	"Well yeah." He said like it was an obvious answer.  I felt my stomach sink
as he just said that it mattered to him if I was gay, which meant that he
must be straight.
	"Oh, I see, I guess I should get going, thank you for the cologne and
mints." I said I started to get up, but a wave of lightheadedness trembled
down to my feet as I started to fall.  He rose to his feet of the street
curb and grasped me by my shoulders to stop me from falling.  I looked into
his dangerously blue eyes and he looked into mine.  Happiness appeared in
his face as he looked at me and started smiling.
	"I didn't ask you if you were gay because I was judging you, I was asking
if you were gay because I thought you were cute, and I didn't want to come
onto a straight guy.  I wanted to know if you wanted to go out with me
sometime." My heart filled with so much joy that I almost fell again from
surprise and delight.  It was me now who grasped onto him and I gave him a
huge hug.  I pulled him away from me as I leaned into his beautiful face to
kiss him.  I lips completely wrapped around his as he opened up his mouth to
stick his tongue out to put into my mouth.  Our tongue's massaged each
other's as there was so much sexual suction from our kiss that we both
separated from our kiss to breathe.
	"Wow!" I said in ecstasy as he looked at me and smiled.
	"I guess that's a yes?" he asked slyly but shyly/
	"You bet my drunken ass it does!" I said with a huge smile as he started
laughing, I loved his laugh.
	"Can I walk you home?" he said with amusement like he didn't want to
separate with me.
	"Okay, what's the bag for?" I asked distracted by his book bag sitting on
the curb.
	"Oh, I'm staying with my cousin Laura for the summer." He said as he looked
at the house where Laura threw me out from.  "Have you met her?" he asked.
	"Umm, yeah, I guess you could say that." I said as my smile faded into
fear.