Date: Wed, 7 Jul 1999 15:24:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joey C <joey99_21210@yahoo.com>
Subject: "In my head"

This is my first story. I am unclear how this works, but i welcome feedback
on my story to the address from which this email originates.  Thanks for
your time, Joey

This is my first go at a story of this type. These events really happened,
in my mind at least.  Write to me and tell me what you think. As usual, if
your are not of legal age or offended by this material, read no further.

I have just finished my sophomore year of high school and what a year it
was. I have the distinct pleasure of going to an all boy private school. I
really do like school - and not just because of all the hot guys
everywhere. I guess I have known I was gay for a while, but high school
made it much more apparent.  My upper school career had been going fairly
well, I hadn't messed around with anyone, and no one suspected I was gay. I
had controlled myself in the showers at gym, and never got caught with an
embarrassing hard on. I kept that part of my life to my self and was
content just to watch from afar.  But all that changed when Joey came. He
was new to the school as a freshman, but I had hardly noticed him since we
were not in any of the same classes. But last year, we had English
together.  From the moment I first walked in the door, I noticed how cute
he really was. Joey was about 5'9 and had great biceps. He had short brown
hair that was kind of orange from his failed bleaching attempts over the
summer. His skin was so soft looking and he had a really sexy way of
carrying himself.  But the most amazing things about Joey were his eyes.
Like his hair, they seemed to change color from day to day.. Sometimes they
were light brown, sometimes they were green. Sometimes they were hazel with
yellow flecks. It was incredible - I could have spent every moment of every
day just looking into his eyes.
	I managed to get my self seated next to Joey and this other hot boy
Jay.  Jay was a surfer with a good body and really blue eyes. But he just
didn't capture my attention the way Joey had.  During class, I would find
lots of excuses to interact with Joey. I would share my book with him, drop
my pencil under his desk, and so on. The room was arranged in such a way
that my desk was almost on top of his.  I found times to brush against him,
or nudge him with my elbow with out being too obvious. English quickly
became my favorite class.  Soon, my interest in Joey began to change.  I
began to notice how cute his ass was. His pants were just tight enough. I
could imagine how his ass must have felt, how soft and sweet his bubble
butt must be.  And he had quite a cock by the looks of things. I would see
him bursting out of his soccer shorts. Or I would look over in English and
see the outline of his thick cock pressed against his leg.  I was in lust
and it was bad. Every night, Joey would be there in my fantasies. I dreamed
so many times how it would go: We would go jogging together as part of our
training regime (we're both jocks). Then we would head back to my house.
Joey was going to hang out and maybe spend the night.  Since we were sweaty
from running, we decided to shower. I would let him go first out of
courtesy.  As I waited, he called from the other room, "How do you work
this thing?" meaning the shower.  "I'll show you," I said.  I went into the
bathroom in my sweaty gym shorts expecting to find Joey wrapped in a towel
trying to operate the faucet. I was ecstatic at the thought of seeing him
without a shirt. Well boy was I surprised when I went in.  Joey wasn't
wearing anything at all. He was naked and standing there like it was no big
deal. His plump cock bounced between his legs. I pretended just to give him
a strange look, but used the opportunity to check out his body. It was
perfect. Joey had large biceps and a broad, well defined chest. His dark
little nipples stood out against his creamy skin. He had a flat stomach and
a narrow wait.  I quickly looked away so I wouldn't get a hard on.  "Just
turn the knob in the direction of the arrow, Moron. Turn it the other way
when you're done."  He laughed and nodded in thanks. I left and went to my
bedroom. But he called me from inside the shower, wanting me to hand him
the soap. I wasn't going to protest. When I got in the bathroom. I noticed
that the soap was not next to the sink. So it must be in the shower.  "Look
in the dish, Dumbass!"  "I know it's in here," he said laughing. "Get your
sexy ass in the fucking shower and hand it to me."  I sputtered and was
confused, thinking he must have been kidding. But he slid back the shower
curtain and looked me straight in the eye. "Get in the shower," he said, "
Please." It was then that I noticed he had a raging hard on.  His 8.5
inches were at full attention against his belly. I gasped and my dick
quickly began to rise. I shucked off my shorts and jock and hopped in the
shower.  Joey had shut the curtain and was waiting for me with one hand on
his cock. I looked deep into his incredible eyes as he leaned over to kiss
me deeply.  This is the moment I had waited so long for. His lips were so
soft as we kissed harder, probing each others' mouths. My hands moved over
his great body as he reached for my cock.  The second he touched it, I
thought I would cream right there. It took all my effort to hold back. Joey
slowly began to stroke me as I found his monster meat. It was soft and warm
and felt so awesome in the shower spray. I pulled back from Joey and began
to work my way down his body. I kissed his neck and his collar bone. I
kissed his pecs and when I gently sucked on one of his hard little nipples,
he moaned and trembled.  "I've wanted this really bad," he said, "Really
really bad!"  "Let's do it right. Come on, we'll go to my bed room."
"Yeah, that sounds great."  So we left the shower and headed to my bed. I
lifted Joey and laid him on his back . I picked up right where I left
off. I kissed lower and lower, and flicked my tongue over the cleft made by
his six pack. I got to his belly button and felt his hot hard dick against
my neck. I was so close. I reached up, kissed him hard once more, than
plunged down onto his cock.  At first I took just the head in my lips and
flicked my tongue over his piss slit. This really drove Joey wild, and he
started to squirm. All this excitement was bringing him to the edge
already. He reached down and rested his hands on my shoulders. I was so
hungry for his cock. I inhaled it, swallowing it almost to the base. I
sucked harder and harder, running my tongue along the groove at the back of
the head. One hand reached down and played with his silky balls.  "I'm so
close..I'm coming.. aaaahh!" he yelled.  I moaned but my mouth was too full
to talk. Joey began to thrust his hips harder and harder against my face as
I feasted on his cock. With one final thrust he arched his back and shot
load after load of hot steamy cum down my throat. I had never tasted
anything so wonderful. And suddenly, before I knew it, I was cumming
to.from the sheer excitement of having Joey in my mouth at last.  I slipped
and arm under his back and lowered him back to the bed. I collapsed beside
him, both of us spent. We would fall asleep in each other's arms and wake
up that way.

	And so, night after night, I had this fantasy of Joey. There was no
doubt in my mind that Joey was straight, but I lusted after him anyway.
Everything started to change one day, at the start of the second semester.
I still used every opportunity to interact with Joey in English. But one
day, I was resting my elbow on the corner of his desk when he leaned back
into me.  I expected him to change positions immediately, but he didn't.
Joey just sat there, leaning his almost his whole back against my chest and
shoulder.  And it happened again the next class. Pretty soon, it became a
regular thing. Sometimes we would switch places and I would lean on him.
Neither of us ever said anything, and he acted like my arm was part of the
furniture. This new contact may not have phased him at all, but it had a
huge impact on me.  I fell in love with Joey. I fell as deeply as possible
in a one sided love. I would get light headed when I thought about Joey. I
would feel sick to my stomach from wanting him so badly whenever he touched
me. I would arrange my whole day so that I might have an opportunity to
pass Joey in the hall. I seriously considered telling him everything, but
failed every time.  It stopped being about sex so much.

	One day I realized I just wanted to be with Joey, and to have him
like me back. At night my dreams changed. I would no longer dream about
steamy sex. Instead, I dreamt of waking up in the same bed as Joey. I
dreamed of walking alone with Joey by my side. I had horrible nightmares of
something happening to Joey.  I became miserable, except for in English.
Joey and I barely talked outside of class, but were almost inseparable in
class.  It was not anything conscious on his part, he just was there and I
breathed him in.  I longed for the day when I could tell him I loved him.
Nothing ever came of my love for Joey. Since school has ended, I haven't
seen him . Not a day goes by that I don't think about him, but it hurts
less now; I don't feel sick nearly as often.  I hate myself sometimes for
allowing him to have some much power over me. And I wonder why it is that
we often most want the things we can't have.  I love Joey and probably
always will. Who knows, maybe I will tell him how I feel - one day.  Until
then, I'll always have the Joey of my dreams, who comes to me in the night,
and loves me till I wake.