Date: Sat, 05 Oct 2002 12:32:45 -0600
From: Gabe Silvy <house_thig@hotmail.com>
Subject: Light in the Halls, Part One

DISCLAIMER

As usual, you've gotta be 18 or older to read this.  You guys know the
drill right?  This story is based upon some situations in my real life, but
is mostly fictional.  I've changed the names to protect those involved.
This story is meant to entertain, so if you're offended by homosexual acts,
then what the heck are you doing here?  To those who are into guy on guy
action, enjoy!
							---Gabe

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The Light In The Halls

    I flexed my gut, inhaling deeply.  The orgasm was building deep inside
me as my balls tightened, their hairless profile crinkling against my
groin.  My chest glistened with sweat, creating the illusion of small
prisms on my damp skin.  My smooth stomach flexed again as I let out a
whimper, masked slightly by the continual *SLAP* *SLAP* sound my fist made
as it grounded into the supple flesh crowned by curly brown pubes.  I could
feel it... not only was the churning cum making a slow move towards my
tool, but hours of stress were evaporating away while my imagination
envisioned a sexy brown haired twink with electric blue eyes hovering his
naked, smooth body over me from between my legs.
    With one last push of my fist squeezing up my hard and slippery cock, I
arched my back, squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lower lip as I felt the
familiar "pop"- jizz blasting out of my tender piss slit.  The stream of
warm gooeyness landed barely a second later, streaking across my stomach,
onto my ribs.  I couldn't help but groan, gasping loudly as the streaks of
jizz that landed on my chest already began to tingle with a fresh, cool
feeling as a breeze picked up.  My breathing was erratic and choppy, my
stomach still spasming, my right leg had just finished doing a post-cum
"Thumper" tremble.
    Slowly, I pulled the tip of my finger out of my virgin ass, wincing a
bit as the feeling and warmth was replaced by an emptiness, and the loss of
that powerful pressure sensation.  I let my hands go loose near the top of
my chest; closing my eyes with one last erratic, deep sigh.  The last image
in my mind was my brown haired fantasy- I wanted Adam so bad.

    I guess I should backtrack a bit, and start from the beginning.  Its
funny what lust can do to you.  So let me take you back.

    My name?  Call me Gabe, most everyone does.  I'm 17, a junior in high
school.  What do I look like?  I'm tall, I guess, around six feet.  People
say my most striking feature are my hazel eyes, always searching, pleading
or observing.  I've been told my mouth is cocked in a pleasant, shy smile,
as if I am constantly telling myself a little joke.  I'm quiet.  I've been
accused of being wholesome... and of being a mute.  My body is evenly
proportioned between upper bod and legs.  Those legs are usually bent and
spread, with my elbows rested lazily atop my knees, my hands clasped, or
fidgeting with a pen.  I'm on the thin side of average, my body is what
you'd expect a twink to look like.  My skin is paler than most, often
flushed red in my cheeks from being cold or embarrassed.  My hair is dark
brown and has a mind of its own.  Its generally parted down the middle- the
bangs often come to rest in my line of vision like two faint arcs of hair
that stop just below my eyebrows.  I'm the boy next door.  I'm the quiet
artistic kid that likes to watch people walk down the hall.  My dress is
casually preppy, my favorite clothes in the world are a ratty old white tee
shirt that I wear under a long white twill with navy blue stripes down the
shoulders and arms.  My jeans are carpenter style- baggy and faded.  Only
when I subconsciously pull up my pants can you get any hint of what my ass
looks like.  I love being mysterious.
    My hometown is nestled in front of the Rocky Mountains.  It's a great
place, sort of an oasis of liberality and hippiness, surrounded by a desert
of cynicism and religious conservatism.  Its no South Beach or Bay Area,
but it works.  So here I spend my senior year, sequestered away in a very
large school that, perversely, was built and designed by the same man that
designed the local jail.  The man was a sadist, I swear.  No underclassmen
has a prayer of navigating the concentric circles of this fortress.  As an
upperclassmen, I get a good show by watching beleaguered, wide-eyed
freshman with Deer in the Headlights Syndrome, trying to find room 615 and
such.  Its not that I'm cruel, far from it, I just know what they're going
through.  One day, they'll be standing at my vantage point, and they'll
smile.
    By December, the underclassmen have just now found out where their
classes regularly meet, so naturally we change schedules for the new
semester.  I was sitting in my little place, nestled in a corner that
stares directly out at the back door in the math and comp-sci hallway.
Here is where I write, draw and secretly check out every "cute" guy that
happens to pass by on his way to math.  If you asked me what I look at
first in a guy, I'd have to say his ass.  By default.  Its hard to look at
a guy's face when he's rushing to class and his butt is the only thing eye
level.  Its scary when you recognize someone by the shape of their hips,
you know?  But it is here that I do something I've always been kind of
into.  I people watch.  They fascinate me.  This little hobby is what got
me here.
    Devon is my best friend, I've known him since 5th grade.  He's a
skinny, bony guy with a huge snoz of a nose, ice blue eyes and a crop of
near-platinum blonde hair, cut more conservatively than George Bush.
Everything about him screamed to the outsider, "tight ass".  I knew better.
I'll admit it, when I was younger, I sort of had a perverse interest in
sucking his cock.  I even asked a couple times, but he shrugged it off
nervously, thinking I was joking.  We slept together when we did the
slumber party thing.  It was totally, painfully platonic, with the
designated invisible wall that you can't cross in the center of the bed.
We only let that barrier slip once and we've never gone back.  I don't know
why I mention him, he's not that hot twink that was fucking my ass in my
little divertion.
    Adam.  16 years old, easily the hottest Junior in the school.  It was a
really snowy day, with blustering winds that crashed and whistled out of
the canyon and against our windowless cement prison.  The doors slammed
open from the wind and in he walked.  Thin, maybe two inches shorter than
me.  Those full, cupid's bowed, red lips backed by bright pink cheeks, like
that near orgasm blush we get before climax.  His hair was like mine, but
shorter, out of his face.  His eyes were blue- bright and expressive-
brought out by the incredible toothy grin he wore.  Between a pair of
slender, long fingers he twisted a piece of frozen, wet, brown hair.  Why,
can anyone tell me, do they hold men's swimming during the winter?  I
surmised that he must have walked up from the rec center after practice.  I
didn't think, I just spoke.
    "Adam, the Human Icicle."  He turned his head in surprise in my
direction, nearly snapping the hairy icicle off.  I felt warm in his line
of sight despite the coldness of winter careening through the doors.  He
smiled even wider and let out a smirky chuckle.
    "Heh yeah, its frozen solid."  His voice was kind and laid back.  It
squeaked a bit on the 'heh' and 'yeah', like we all do at some point during
being a teenager.  I figured that by 16, we'd all be over that shit, but
even I was a late bloomer.  I smiled at him in my shy way, letting my gaze
hold for just few seconds too long.  He made a right turn and began to walk
down the hall.  My eyes followed, watching him move.  He wore a navy polo
and a pair of khaki cargo pants.  Under the polo was a white tee shirt.
  The shirts were just long enough to cover his butt.  Around his neck,
below his larger than average adam's apple, there was a bead and bone
choker necklace.  My glance was snapped back to reality when I realized
that he had looked back at me with a smile that could light up even the
dingy walls of this windowless school.
    I guess that makes us current.  So here I am, lying naked in bed with
the lamp on, a steady stream of snow cascading lazily down from a gray sky
lit up by the street lamps.  God I love my state.  The cum is cooling
between my fingers, going fluid and runny on my chest.  He's floating in
mind, spiraling, with his incredible toothy grin and flashing eyes.
Slowly, I drifted off to sleep after I mopped up and disposed of the
evidence.

    "Gabe!  Catch!"  I flinched as the hockey puck ricocheted off my face
mask, throwing my head back.
    "Jesus, Devon, you almost killed me!"  I was staring at the noticeable
dent the ice-hard rubber puck had made in my face mask.  Devon smiled at me
from underneath his helmet- a devilish, twisted grin.
    "Dude, you've been spacey all week, whats up?"  Devon tapped his hockey
stick's blade on the ice in amusement.  I smiled and ripped off my helmet,
my sweaty brown hair falling into my eyes.
    "Hmm, I guess.  I don't know dude, I just feel good."  I lied.  Dev was
accepting about my interest in cock, but he didn't understand it.
    Dev wryly chuckled at me, shaking his head.  "What, did you get laid?"
I openly scoffed with a playful smile.  For some reason, the image of us
jacking off together when we were 15 popped into my head.  I think it is
because, in reality, Devon is the most uptight guy I know when he
dates... no, COURTS... girls.  He loves to hear about other guys' and their
sexual stuff.  Maybe he lives vicariously through me.  Actually I think we
did through each other.  We were both closet-virgins.
    The day I jacked him off... that's when Dev found out about me.  Its
kind of obvious when a guy reaches over and jacks you off, I suppose.  We
were watching one of his big brother's pornos.  We stole it out of his
chest of drawers when he was over at his girlfriend's house.  I realized
five minutes in that I wasn't really interested in what was going on on the
TV.  I knew Dev jacked off and he was open about it.  Pumping for mayo was
my term.  As he laid back on his bed, propping up on his elbows, I decided
to take a chance, inching up to his side, turning my face to smile at him.
My desire to be mysterious didn't stick- I grabbed it.  Firmly.  He looked
at me with a mix of surprise and awe.  I broke the awkward silence with a
trembling voice and erratic breath.
    "Keep watching, dude."  His body relaxed a bit, but remained kind of
stiff, the majority of his weight was still on his elbows.  I reached into
his pants and brought out his wood.  It was much straighter than mine,
almost rod-like, a milky white in color, crowned by a bright pink head.  It
was long but very thin and smooth.  The veins within it barely textured the
surface.  A small nest of very fine brownish-blonde, straight hair crested
the base of it, feeling silky to the touch.
    The cock was warm in my hand, pulsing a bit with Dev's increasing
heartbeat.  I glanced at him to see that his jaw had dropped open a bit.
His vision- wide eyed and amazed at what was happening- was darting between
my hand and the screen.  There, my flashback became more broken, with
flashes of Devon grunting and tossing his head back, him lifting off his
butt as he came, the oozing white cum dribbling through my fingers and down
onto my wrist and hairless arm.  I remembered the smell of his sweat and
the pungent odor of his cum mixing into an almondy scent.  I could hear his
breath and gasps echoing along with my gasps and giggles of amazement.
    "Gabe?"  I was snapped back into reality.  I realized then how much
time I'd been spending daydreaming lately and mentally willed the images to
darken and fade away.
    "Umm, his name is Adam.  Just someone I find kinda hot, nothing
important."  I turned to look at the exit out of the ring, grasping my
gloves and ripping them off my sweaty hands.
    Dev cocked his head to the side, trying to gain my eye contact.  "Adam?
As in Adam Ryan?"
    My eyes widened, nearly popping out of my head in sheer amazement.
"You know him?!"  Dev scoffed, jerking back his head in a smirk.
    "No, I know of him.  My sister is dating his brother," Devon grinded
the tip of his skating blade into the ice in a strange, sheepish way.  I
gawked at the thin waif of a guy standing to my left.
    "What's he like?"
    Dev's eyes widened as he rolled back onto his heels, crossing his arms,
knowing what he was about to get himself into.  " I don't want to see you
get hurt, dude.
  I mean, you know I love you.... I MEAN!  Well, you know what I mean,"
Dev's eyes widened at his verbal misstep, he'd extended his hand as a
gesture of backing up mentally, "He's on the swim team..."
    I cut him off, "That I know."
    "He's straight, Gabriel.  He's straight.  I've seen him make out with
girls at Skyler's parties.  Don't... don't torture yourself."  Devon wasn't
usually known for being direct.  His wry sense of humor and personality
usually prohibited that.
    I nodded and slipped the Avs jersey off of my body, suddenly feeling
kind of warm.  In a way, I felt relieved.  I didn't have to guess at his
sexuality.  I didn't have to make the mistake of coming onto him sometime
and getting rejected.  If he was unavailable, he was unavailable.  That was
that.  "I need a shower, dude."
    Devon nodded with a grimace and slipped the hockey stick into the
container near the sidelines.  "Be there in a second," he remarked.
    Normally I wasn't one of those guys that were willing to go nude in the
locker rooms, to take a quick shower.  I figure that only the most
ridiculously hung do that on a regular basis.  At six and a half inches, I
wasn't about to claim that my cock slapped against my knees.  Somehow,
today, I felt different.  Most of the time when I dared shower in the
locker rooms, I'd pop a boner, but today... well, today I just wasn't quite
up for it, no pun intended.  The little streams of warm water stung my skin
at first, but as I turned my back and let them pelt my tight neck, I
relaxed and let my shoulders slump.  The warm water cascading over me began
to feel really good.  I looked over at Devon, in the locker area.  He had
just slipped on a pair of jeans.  His eyes were cast down as he zipped them
up and buttoned the fly.
    I formed a ring with my soapy hands and brought it to my lips.  I
inhaled and blew gently into the wall of soap created in between my fingers
and thumb, creating a series of small bubbles that flowed up on the
ventilated air.
    I glanced up again, ready to turn off the water and get dressed.  A
towel had been slapped over the half-wall nearby.  The body of a guy in a
black speedo circled the wall and reached for the nozzle on the wall.
    Adam.  I couldn't believe it.  "Hi," he said.  I looked up and saw that
those expressive blue eyes were permeating my soul.  His normally toothy
grin was now a polite, shy smile.  I smiled back, casually running a hand
up my arm.  His body was beautiful.  He was sleek, built more like a diver-
smooth and lithe instead of chiseled and buff.  His pecs just barely raised
off his chest, with a pair of nickel-sized, hairless nipples gracing the
bottom sides of his chest.  His shoulders were slim and triangular, built
gracefully into his body.  His stomach was hairless, and had the indent of
the beginnings of a four pack, looking almost like a small cross that ended
with an oval shaped, outtie belly button.  You could see his ribs as they
smoothly bulged out from his sides, like gentle waves of flesh.  A light
dusting of brownish hair could be seen under his arms as he reached up to
adjust the shower head.
   "Hey Adam, whats up?"  I smiled back at him.  He soaped up his chest
without saying a word.  I suddenly felt very exposed and shut off the
water, ready to head towards the safety of my towel.
    "Oh, just got in some swimming.  I have to get ready for the meet
Saturday."  He looked up at me sheepishly while soaping up his underarms,
tight against his chest, using his fingers.  "What about you?"
    "Hockey.  With a buddy of mine.  We were shooting some goals,
practicing our aim."  I allowed myself a glance downward.  He had a nice
package, but what was more amazing was how the back of his speedo had crept
up his cheek, exposing part of his butt.  I took that last taboo second and
indulged.  His cheeks were beautiful; smooth and possessed of a milky white
quality, unlike the rest of his lightly tanned body.  The bottoms of them
were slightly squared and crinkled where they met his thigh.
    "Sweet, dude."  He looked at me with a slightly cockeyed smile and
twinkle in his eye.  Had he noticed?  I felt a tingle in my crotch and the
flow of blood beginning to stiffen my member.  I had to go, I knew then I
had to go.
    "Yeah.  Hey, I gotta go.  Nice seeing ya".  My member was beginning to
go horizontal- I could feel it.  It always got a little horizontal before
it got bigger and started to move up into its curved hardness.
    "I'll talk to you tomorrow then."  Adam looked directly at me.
    I paused, trying to determine how to take that.  "Great, catch me first
period dude."  I looked at him one last time and slipped into the lockers,
grabbing for my towel; at last- safety.

    "So will you come?"  Skyler was a hellishly cute rich kid that lived in
the old Victorian homes on the Hill.  He was a good friend, but nothing
more to me.  Skyler wasn't my type and we both agreed to that fact.  He was
a tall blonde with wild, short hair, emerald green eyes that sparked of
mischief and excessive flirtacious energy. Skyler had a wiry, bony body
that moved like a nimble ferret, with the slight hip-swish that marked his
mannerisms as "in between".  He had a slight English accent, having been
born in Manchester.  His fading cockney accent, mixed with a slight
feminine lisp, made understanding him really... interesting.  Skyler was
hot and he knew it.  He often bragged about how many guys he'd been with
and loved to playfully rub my virginity in my face.  Above all, Skyler was
a party animal and lacked anything "normal" people might call inhibition.
    I rolled my eyes playfully, "yes Skyler, I'll come to your make out
party.  What time is it at?"
    "Seven, and bring a date, ok?  Or else, I might have to take pity on
you."  He grinned and patted the very top of my ass cheek, while turning
away from me and heading down the hall.
     "Yeah right, Sky."  I almost believed him.  He'd offered it before we
really knew each other, but I turned him down.  I reminded myself of how we
felt about each other.  I'll admit that he had raw sex appeal.  Sky had an
incredible ass from years of swordfighting.  However, he was smuggling a
twig and a couple berries up front, which explained to me his preferences
towards being on the bottom.  Personally I didn't care about size, just who
it was attached to.
     As I made the move towards the locker bay, I heard his voice echo down
the very busy hallway.
    "I love the way your ass moves!" Sky bellowed.  A wave of laughter came
up the hallway as I felt my cheeks flush.  I turned my head to see him
staring at me, his hip thrust out to the side, with a hand resting on it,
drumming its bony fingers into the pocket.  Only Skyler could get away with
such a remark in straight company and not get pounded.  He was infectious;
no one could stay mad at him.  I ran a hand down the center of my reddening
face, trying to shield my smile and blushing cheeks as I walked quickly up
the ramp and into the locker bay.
    06...I turned the handle sharply left.... 17...right... 20.  My locker
popped open with a click and the rusty squeal of the ancient hinge.  Inside
I placed my jacket and my gloves.  Mountains of papers that dated back to
the earliest days of the first semester hung messily out of the cramped
shelves..  I streamer of fading, water-stained blue hung on the left side-
a memorial to my September birthday surprise.  As I reached for the beaten
and battered red notebook, a neat paper football fell from the metal shelf
and fluttered to the ground.  I picked it up and held it closely, as if
protecting it.  My eyes darted suspiciously around, more for fun than
anything as my fingers unfolded the page.

'Meet me today after school near the auditorium, 3:10.'

    The note was unsigned and I didn't recognize the handwriting.  I always
had little notes hanging or dropping out of my locker, usually from my
platonic girl friends and for various reasons that Skyler could dream up.
I shrugged and slammed my locker shut, heading towards my first period
class, content to live with the mystery.  As I descended the staircase, the
bell rang.  I was late.  But more than that... I was supposed to see Adam
today.  Where was he?  I didn't have time to worry about it.  Mr. Kelly was
notorious for embarrassing his late students.
    The day went by slowly.  The highlight was Sara, one of the jocky girls
beloved by all, who tilted her head back onto my desk as I wrote my test
and cocked her head at me.  Out of no where, she licked my nose!  I took it
with a grain of salt and a smile, like I always did.  That was just her
way, I suppose.  As the day passed, I began to get more and more tense
about who wrote me the letter, and even more, what they wanted from me.
The clock ticked slowly by until two fifty-five came around- theatre class.
    "I wonder why you speak, Senior Benedick, nobody marks you."  Tamie
projected her line like a pro.  I think her slight Australian accent made
the piece even better as she fluttered her eyes and placed her hands
sardonically on her hips.  Her playful contempt of my character could not
have been done much better.
    "What, my dear lady distain?!  Are you yet living?"  I delivered the
line with a mocking grin and a glance back at my soldier buddies who let
out muted chuckles and moans of 'here we go again' attitudes.  We were
rehearsing for Much Ado About Nothing, a Shakespearean comedy I had grown
to love over the past few weeks.
    "Courtesy itself must convert to disdain if--" Tamie was cut off by the
bell.  Three o' clock chimed on my watch and I felt the surge of
composure-devouring butterflies dash into my stomach.
    "Thats all, folks.  See you tomorrow!"  Mr. Wick sat up, thrusting his
big belly out and his bubble butt back, running a hand over his balding
head.  He sort of reminded me of a cross between a Nazi and Santa Claus.
Sweet, but totalitarian.  With that last image, I picked up my bag and
headed off to my locker to pick up my books.  I had ten minutes to grow
some balls and figure out who had written me this letter.  It occurred to
me that I probably knew this person, they wanted to see me near the
auditorium, which is about as out in the open as you can get.  That would
stop anyone from making a move on me- good or bad... well, except for
Skyler, maybe.  His ass remark re-entered my mind and I felt a rush of
blood swarm into my face.

    "I'll see you tonight, Marissa."  My full attention was hardly with
this stout, starry-eyed girl who wanted it. I gave her a quick smile and
looked around her and down the hall.  3:20, ten minutes late.  Marissa
brought me back to reality for a second by touching my arm as she walked
away.  Women.  I don't understand them, usually.
    I slumped down on the wall and took my usual sitting stance with feet
planted and elbows resting on my knees.
    "Gabe.  Sup?"  I heard that golden, orgasm inducing voice.  I turned my
head up to look at him.  Adam stood above me, with a black backpack perched
on his shoulder, his shirt wet on the chest from what looked like a melting
snowball.  His hair was frizzed and had tiny water droplets all over.
    "Hey, sorry I missed you this morning".  I clamored up the wall into a
standing position.  He shrugged at my comment and turned away for a second,
looking towards the gym.
    "No worries.  I had detention anyway."  He began to move towards the
double doors of the gym, indicating through his presence that I should
follow.
    "Hmm, bad boy huh?"  I smiled at him, head turned in his direction as I
came up beside him in a steady gait.  He smiled, rolling his eyes into the
back of his head, biting the corner of his lower lip.  God he was hot!
    "No, not really.  I was framed, I tells ya."
    "Where are we going?"  It just sort of came out.  I was definitely
losing my composure.  The stirring in my pants was enough that I had to
slip a binder over my front.
    He shook his head, almost as if he was looking around him.  "Just
walking dude.  But if you want to go somewhere, then lets go."
    "Do you know Skyler Harris?"  I asked.  Adam's face split into a
mischievous grin at my question.
    "Skyler on Fire?  Yeah.  Nice guy, way too touchy-feelie though," he
smiled at me, bemused, "What about him?"
    "He's having a party, are you going?"  I sort of blurted out the
question and hoped he wouldn't take it wrong.  I looked over at him and had
to catch another glance.  The image of him squeezing his eyes shut and
tossing his head back in a mind-blowing orgasm brought a very quiet smile
to my lips.  'Yeah, I'm real wholesome', I thought to myself.
    "Probably.  Are you going?"  Adam didn't make eye contact with me.
Instead, he was kicking a pebble sheepishly on the floor.
    "Yeah I promised Skyler I would.  I figure someone has to pin him down
to give him his tranquilizer."  I grinned at the personal joke, which most
people seemed to miss.

    So there I was, standing in the middle of Skyler's living room, a
spiked drink clenched in my hand.  Devon was standing close to me at my
right, still slightly shocked at his surroundings.  Nothing short of a
bacchanal was raging around us.  On the couch, a pair of gothy androgynes
were making out, with the top very calmly biting at the other's exposed
nipple.  On the dining table, Skyler was sitting, visibly flirting, no
doubt with a college guy he had met on the hill only an hour before.  There
were the quiet and awestruck freshmen and sophomores huddled in the corner,
still not quite believing their eyes.  Yep.  Skyler's parties got really
crazy.
    "Gabriel!"  The voice was high and slightly lispy.  I turned back to
look at Skyler who looked nothing short of scary and flashed him a smile,
raising my glass to him."  He had wrapped his thin, long legs around the
chest of the college guy, who looked all too willing.  Chalk another lay on
Skyler's board I guess.  Sky sort of reminded me of that Emmett guy on
Queer as Folk, complete with the in-shirt nipple window.
    I let my inhibitions down a notch and abandoned Devon, wading into the
sea of pulsing humanity.  Loud, thick music seemed to resonate off of every
wall... trance music- Paul Oakenfold, I think.
    I let myself give way and began to dance to the natural rhythm that I
found.  I was told once that I was a sexy, but not necessarily great
dancer.  But music was a passion of mine and I closed my eyes anyhow, to
enjoy the sensations around me.
    I felt a hand clasp around my left shoulder after what seemed like a
few hours.  I turned and beamed in surprise.  Adam had made it.
    "Can I talk to you?"  Adam looked a bit sloshed.  His eyes twinkled
even more than usual and his gait had a slightly sway to it.
    "Sure.  Outside, okay?"  I nodded and followed him out.
    Skyler's house, to most, resembled an old English manor of some sort.
The terrace that we were out on had grapevines and ivy growing all over the
stone archways and columns.  I stared over the crafted back yard, listening
to Adam intently.  We talked about little things for quite awhile.  He
loved swimming and music.  He was an avid collector of all sorts of music
posters and had a collection well above 200 CDs.  He spoke German and loved
chemistry.  He liked ferrets.  When he laughed, he did so openly and
freely, with that toothy grin of his baring all, hiding nothing.  He told
me why he was always late to his classes.  Adam didn't do much of anything
casually or subtly.  He was my polar opposite and they say opposites
attract.
    Adam was not shy in the least, but kept his own counsel.  He talked
about little, everyday things, perhaps keeping it superficial so as not to
scare me away.  Once you reveal your inner desire and inner beliefs, well,
that's a real check, now isn't it?
    Adam had been dating a girl, Sara, for about three months now.  I knew
her- the girl in my math class.  She was a very intelligent, pretty,
chemistry major with a crop of movie star brown hair- definite cheerleader
material, except that she was a little top-heavy.  I'm sure a lot of
straight boys jizzed their sheets every night- sort of a sperm sacrifice in
her honor.
    "So you've been with some girls, right?  You've gotten some head."
Like I said, Adam was not shy.  He was leaning on the railing, bent over
with his forearms resting on the wood.
    "Yeah."  I lied.  Admitting to being a 17 year old virgin wasn't my
idea of cool.
    "Did a girl ever stick her finger up your butt?"  Realizing what he had
just said, his eyes got huge and he straightened up, as if ready to leave.
He acted like he suddenly felt very exposed.
     I lifted up my hand, afraid Adam would run.  "Yes," I answered very
quietly.  That seemed to relax him a bit and he slumped back down on the
railing.  There was a stretch of silence between us.
    "Kind of freaked me out when she did it."  Adam admitted, "I don't know
why I'm telling you this."
    I nudged his shoulder with my own in a genuine attempt to be one of the
guys.  "Too much to drink, I bet."  Again, there was silence.  "It freaked
me out too."
    "That was two days before I saw you.  Or well, till you saw me."
Adam's speech was only slightly slurred, masked by his chattering teeth.
It had to be below 20 outside.
    I swallowed a bit hard, searching that comment for any sign of
interest.
  "Oh."  I let it rest there.  We spent the rest of the night talking and
dancing with various girls.  That night, I fell asleep to the image of
kissing Adam whilst my hand gently fingered his tight butt and the ridge
between it and his balls.  So much for accepting him as being straight, I
suppose.
    Over the next several weeks, we got to be pretty good friends.  I spent
most of my afternoons over at his place, in a bedroom that was so
jam-packed full of posters and magazine cut outs that one could not see
even a scrap of wall or ceiling.  His desk was simple and had a small, very
outdated computer sitting on it, with a collection of swimmer trophies.  He
usually swam freestyle and had a few 1st and 2nd trophies, dating back to
when he must have been seven or eight.  His music taste was pretty much
whatever was in the top ten at the time.  Over the weeks that passed, I
introduced him to some of my "eclectic" tastes in music and he came to like
some of it.  He visibly let me know when he didn't like my music by
wrinkling up his nose and smirking a bit, shaking his head.

     "So you'll show?"  Adam was laying on his stomach next to me.  MTV was
blasting out of the television, pumping out the mainstream top ten R&B
which I had never really been able to like.  Adam's arms were folded, his
chin resting on his slender, clasped fingers.  Before him was a very thick
chemistry book.  I mentally thanked my parents for skimping on the science
gene and installing into me a love for the humanities and art.
    "Yeah I'd love to come to your swim meet.  What do you swim anyway?"
    Adam grinned and rolled over, getting to his feet, nearly knocking over
my dr. pepper.  "I swim freestyle mostly."
    "Are you good?"  I poked at his side playfully.  Adam smirked and
grinned ear to ear.
    "Well, me and Tim take turns with who gets first place, how about
that?"
  I couldn't help but smile openly at this guy's carefully controlled
arrogance as he peered down at me, standing over my frame.  "So did you see
American Pie 2?"
    I shook my head in a definitive no.  The first one was pretty good.
Adam smiled at me and walked off, returning a few minutes later with a DVD
case.
    "Its ten times funnier than the first one," he said as he slipped the
DVD into the player and hit 'play'.  We watched it in near silence, only
exchanging smiles and awkward glances.  He was right.

    "Did you like it?"  Adam turned his head towards me as he drove down
the small two way street towards my house.  I smiled.
    "Yeah I did."
    "What was your favorite part?"  The only thing that bugged me about
Adam so far was that he drove with his eyes on me and not on the road.
See, normally, I would have loved that, except now.  That, and he fiddled
with the radio while he drove.
    "I think the lesbian scene."  I smiled at him.  He kind of crinkled his
nose at me with a broad toothy grin at my response.
    "Why?"
    I grinned.  "It just made me laugh.  Kissing a guy can't be that bad".
I planted the seed very delibrately.  Adam arched his eyebrow at me,
turning back to the road.
    "Ya got me, dude," was his only response.  I shrugged it off and
watched a pair of kids on the sidewalk play with their dog.
    "What was yours," I asked finally.
   Adam sighed and turned the corner onto my street, "the superglue scene."
    "I'll see ya on saturday," I said as we finally got to my house.  Adam
grinned at me, his eyes flashing
    "Yep, see ya."

    The telephone rang, waking me groggily from my slumber.  I glanced over
at the clock- 10:30pm.  I picked my head up from my composition book and
let out a long sigh.
    "Yeah," I groaned as the light from my lamp hit my dark adjusted eyes.
    "Is this Gabe?"  A girl's voice.
    "Yeah that's me."
    "Hey this is Sara."  There was a long pause as my still sleeping mind
searched itself for a Sara.
    "Sara in math class Sara?"
    "Yeah.  Have you seen Adam, he was supposed to come over tonight, like
two hours ago.  I hear you guys are friends."
    I breathed out, "Sorry Sara, I haven't seen him since five.  Did you
try his cell?"
    "Yeah, no one answered."  She sounded genuinely concerned.  I tried to
hide mine.
    "Lemme try and call him and I'll call you back, k?"  I spoke calmly,
trying to reassure this brunette goddess.
    "Thanks.  I'll make it up to you," her voice retained a quiver of worry
behind a positive chirpy quality.
    "No prob, just a sec."  I hung up the phone and dialed Adam's cell from
memory.  Being a "polaroid head" is kind of a curse.  It rang three times,
then clicked.
    "Hello?"  Adam's voice sounded as groggy as mine probably did.  His
golden, sometimes squeaky tone sounded a bit slurred and labored.
    "Hey, its Gabe."
    "Mmmm, yeah?"  Adam replied, sounding like he had stretched.
    "Dude, Sara is worried about you."  There was a long pause from his
end.
  I could hear him breathing softly.
    "Can I talk to you?"  Adam sounded a bit shaky now.
    "You are now, dude."
    "No, I mean can I come over and talk to you?"  This was different.
Adam had never wanted to talk like what he was sounding like he wanted to.
    "Uhhh... dude, its almost eleven," I said.  I heard him sigh again.
    "I know, do you care?"
    "No," I breathed.  I sensed that this might have been big, "Come on
over.  I'll meet you out front."  I looked down and realized that I was
dressed okay.  I had on a pair of dark blue jeans with my boxers sticking
out of the top, without a shirt".
    "Thanks," was all I heard before the phone clicked.  I quickly called
Sara back and told her that I got a hold of him and that he was sleeping.
She was relieved.  By the time I was able to hang up, a pair of headlights
had just swung around my cul du sac and stopped near my house.
  I quickly went down the stairs and gingerly unlocked the door, wincing as
the lock squealed and clicked open.  Slowly I pulled open the door, stepped
outside in the freezing night and carefully shut the door behind me.
    "Thanks," were Adam's first words.  He looked slightly disheveled.  His
hair was slightly messed up and he looked tired.
    "Talk to me dude, " I said with a noticeable shiver.  I gripped my
shoulders, squeezing my smooth, naked chest against my hairless forearms
for warmth.  I was so cold that I could feel my nipples turning inside out.
    "I want to break up with Sara but I don't know how to do it."  I paused
after listening to Adam, distracted by the cold, wishing I had put on a
shirt or jacket.
    "Why?  She's so beautiful.  Every guy in the school must want her."  I
tried to sound straight but I knew I fumbled it a bit.  I wanted him to be
happy.
    He shrugged and stood up.  I looked up from my seat on the porch.  "She
wants me to fuck her."  I raised my eyebrows and wondered if the rumors
were true.  Sara was known for being incredible sexy and desirable.  So
desirable in fact that if everything that went into her came out, she'd be
a porcupine.  She wasn't exactly monogamous.
    "Isn't that a good thing?"  I asked with a cockeyed, well-acted smile.
For the first time that night he smiled.
    "Of course.  I mean, I wanna get laid.  But I can't.  I'm kinda
thinking and I can't see anything that we have in common."
    "Hmm, really?  She's into sports and music.  So are you.  She likes to
party, so do you."
    Adam shook his head.  "Did you know she likes you?"
    I was stunned.  "No," was all I could utter.
    "We have an open relationship, do you know what that basically means?"
Adam turned toward me with a look of irritation.  I suddenly felt very
cold.
    "Nuh...no.  I uhh.... I don't."
    "It means that I can fuck anyone I want.  And she can fuck anyone she
wants.  But we never kiss someone else.  Its too personal."  Adam crossed
his arms with a shiver.
    "Thats not my style," I replied.  I closed my eyes, waiting for a
barbed and angered return.
    "Mine either," he grimaced, "but she wants to fuck you too."  I
swallowed really hard.
    "Why are you telling me this?"
    "Because you can have her, if you want to."  He sat back down and ran
his fingers through his hair.  I felt sick in a way, almost as if we were
trading Sara like some kind of a commodity.
    "I don't want... her," I said, emphasizing the 'her' by accident.  He
didn't seem to catch on.
    "Ok," Adam slowly stood up.  "I'll see you tomorrow.  Thanks for the
talk."
    "Adam," I said, looking up at him.  For the first time, I saw Adam as
more than my object of lust.  I had fantasized about him, fucking him
endlessly in my mind for weeks now.  But it all suddenly melted away and I
felt something deeper for him.  I wouldn't call it love, but it might have
been close.  That word, love, gets thrown around way too much.  I had
considered Adam a friend for several weeks now.  It was deeper than that in
a way too.  Finally I spoke after what must have been a long pause, "Do
whats in your heart."  Adam smiled at me and raised his fist.  I put my
fist out and he slapped down on it with a soft thump, then hooked his thumb
around my own and shook my hand.
    "Thanks," he said, then turned away.  I stood up, ready to go into the
house.  "By the way, go inside, you're turning blue."  He smiled at me and
waved gingerly, turning back to get into his car.  I watched him drive off
and then slowly slinked upstairs.

    "SWIM!"  I bellowed, crouching down at the edge of the pool as Adam's
head turned up to gasp for air before flipping his legs around and kicking
off for the last lap of the race.  I grinned at him as I saw him gain some
ground on the guy in the blue speedo.  I watched his strong, lithe body
torpedo through the water as his wiry arms shot from the water, glistening
in the sun, propelling him forward.  I had to smile.  I wasn't ever
competitive myself, but I wanted him to win.  I stood back up and crossed
my arms over my chest.
    The match was over with in a flash and Adam pulled his sleek and
shimmering body from the water.  His speedo had once again crept up his
cheek and he nonchalantly pulled it back down into place once he was on
solid ground.
    "Good job dude," I said loudly as he threw his arm around me in
excitement.  He grinned ear to ear as we walked past a couple of his
teammates who slapped him on the shoulder and one guy, on his ass.
    Adam slowly plopped down into the lawn chair underneath the perisol,
basking in the shade.  He lifted his hands up behind his head and
rigorously shook the water from his hair, messing it up.  Slowly he settled
into the chair and clasped his hands behind his neck.  I carefully watched
the edges of his thinly defined pecs stretch up.  His nickel sized, hard
nipples stretched with them.  I will admit to having a slight pit fetish.
Nothing too kinky, but to me, its sort of a sign of being a guy.  Its a
masculine trait.  I took the time to slowly admire his arms and chest.  His
pits were covered in a wavy light brown forest.  The rest of his chest and
stomach were completely devoid of hair.  His legs looked smooth and long in
a way.  I knew he shaved his legs for his swim meets.
    "Whats wrong Gabe?"  Adam looked at me with a tired but satisfied grin.
    "Oh nothing, " I faked looking at him, trying to make it appear as if I
had been staring through him.
    "I'm hungry.  You wanna come with me to get a hot dog?"  Adam smiled at
me, lowering his arms and extending them out into a stretch.
    "I thought it was bad to eat and swim?"
    Adam shrugged and smirked at me, "I'm done for today dude."  I grinned.

    "Dill relish and mustard please," I said to the pleasantly round man
behind the cart.  The guy obliged and quickly finished my hotdog.  I traded
the cash for my food and found Adam sitting on the edge of a fountain.  He
had changed into a pair of those parachute material runner pants and a damp
white tee shirt.
    "You're looking really pleased with yourself, Ryan."  Adam scoffed as
he chewed his bite of hotdog.
    "Fuck you," he said after finally swallowing.
    "I don't think I'm your type," I retorted, biting into my food, getting
a gob of mustard all over my upper lip.  He shrugged and smiled, finishing
off his chilidog.
    "I broke up with her," he said, squinting at me, the sun directly in
his eyes.  I paused and carefully chewed my food, swallowing before I
spoke.
    "And?"  I said softly.
    "And... she didn't take it real well."
    "You don't wanna talk about it, do you," I asked.  he shrugged, playing
with the water in the fountain.
    "Not really," he said slowly, with a hesitant smirk.  "Be honestl with
me Gabe, you're a virgin aren't you?"  His smirk turned quickly into a
mischeivous grin.  His eyes twinkled with an inner light.  I could'nt help
but blush.
    "Why do you think that?"  I asked.
    "Lots of reasons.  You get talked about alot at school.  If you talked
to people more, you'd probably be real popular."
    I blinked, my eyes slightly wide.  "What do they say about me?"
    Adam grinned and looked down, noticing a piece of cheese that had
fallen onto his shirt.  He thumped it off quickly, "Mostly that you're
actually a virgin.  Theres a couple rumors that you're queer.  But a lot of
them say that you're cool and really artistic."
    I was kind of scared right then.  People had gotten the idea that I was
gay somewhere.  I was happy with my closest friends knowing, but I didn't
want the school to know.  "What do you think?" I asked finally.
    Adam shrugged and looked away, "I don't judge my friends.  But I'll
admit to being kind of curious.  We've known each other for awhile and I
don't know much about you."
    I slowly ground the tips of my plastic fork into the concrete of the
fountain. "I guess I am pretty quiet.  Ask me whatever you like, dude.  I
guess... I'm afraid of getting judged by people who don't know me."
    "Everyone's afraid of that," Adam said softly, looking directly into my
eyes with a reassuring smile.  "So okay, are you a virgin?"
    I blushed, "Yeah, kind of.  I mean, I've done some stuff, but no actual
penetration."  Adam nodded his head.
    "Thats cool dude.  Have you ever gotten head?"
    "Nope."  I smiled.
    "You've jizzed, right?"  Adam joked.  I turned bright red and smiled
ear to ear.
    "Like... nightly," I admitted.  Adam raised his eyebrows.
    "So you jack off?"
    "What guy doesn't?"  I answered back, having a hard time looking at
him.
    "Well... I don't.  Not exactly."  Adam said proudly.  I scoffed.
    "Yeah right!  You haven't ever had a date with Rosey Palm?"
    "No, not technically."  He smiled at me with a supremely amused grin.
    "Ok, what does 'not exactly' mean then?"  I probed playfully.
    "Well, I usually just rub against my bed until I cum."
    I grinned widely.  "You must go through sheets like crazy."
    Adam smirked.  "I only do it the night before I wash my sheets."
    "What are blowjobs like?"  I questioned calmly.
    Adam leaned back onto his hands and casually flicked some water from
the fountain onto my leg, "I've only had two.  But they're awesome.  Kind
of like a warm, wet, smooth sponge wrapped around your dick.  Only with
teeth."
    I shrugged and slowly stood up, "I can't wait."
    Without another word, Adam smiled at me, walking by me slowly.  I felt
his leg brush against my arm and I sighed softly.  The image of Adam with
his hands in my hair looking down at me as he wiped his cum-smeared
dickhead across my lips and cheeks brought the familiar rush of blood into
my tool.

    "This is your place?"  It was a Friday and, for a change of pace, I
invited him over to my house, which was in a small residential clump for us
middle classers that couldn't afford the prices in town.
    "Yeah," I answered slowly, dropping my coat on the couch.  Adam
immediately went for one of my drawings that I had left out.  I cursed
myself for forgetting to put it away, in some closet where he might not
look.
    "Did you draw this?"  He asked, turning the picture towards me.  It was
a simple nude of a man with his back to us, leaning down on the floor,
reading a magazine.
    I blushed, "Yes."  Adam's eyes widened.
    "That's really good".  I smirked and slowly walked into the kitchen.
He arched his eyebrow and smiled widely.  "What's wrong with it?"
    "Well, the form is elementary, the colors belong on a child's toy and
the technique is laughable."
    Adam didn't seem to like me saying that, as he wrinkled his brow,
looking at it again.  "You shouldn't downplay your talents, dude."
    I re-emerged from the kitchen with a coke for him and a root beer for
me.  We sat and talked for awhile, which led to me helping him with his
history homework.  I helped him a lot, as we both had the same teacher for
that class.  Mr. Kelly was a burnt out, retired military engineer with an
interest in modern military history, which somehow landed him a position as
a world history teacher.  He didn't really look the part- he reminded me of
someone who would have been avidly opposed to the military in his youth. He
was long haired, with a salt and pepper ponytail, an iron grey beard and
thin oval glasses.  He was a popular guy at the school.  One could find him
drinking with the seniors after graduation and maybe even taking a hit of
pot on Cancer Hill with the stoners.  His sense of humor leaned towards the
perverse and dirty, which every kid loved.  If you need a dirty joke, go to
Mr. Kelly.
    As a teacher, he was a ruthless son of a bitch who asked college level
aptitude of his juniors and sophomores.  No less than twice, he had been
put on probation for being too tough on his kids.  The last time was three
weeks ago, when, through his Sean Connery- like voice, he told one of his
sophomores that her work was just a cut below resource room quality.

    The attack came without me expecting it.  In a swift and nimble move,
Adam had plowed me to the ground and had both of my legs pinned under his.
I laughed loudly, gasping in between bellows, trying to stop him from
getting a hold of both my arms.  Our wrestling matches had begun about a
week ago, for reasons I wasn't really sure of.  They made me both
uncomfortable and exhilarated.  I love the feeling of Adam Ryan on top of
me... underneath me, but I also feared that I'd get a major hard on and, if
he pressed against me wrong, he'd find out.
    I compressed all my energy into my upper body and pushed up, sending
Adam onto his back, his legs still wrapped around me.  I looked down and
saw his cargo pants-covered hips wrapped around my own.  I shouldn't have
looked down.  I began to get super-hard, faster than usual.  Worse, I
couldn't pry him off.  I wriggled myself up so I could pin him down, trying
to end this match before it got obvious.  I had one of his arms pinned by
the upper arm- the other was flailing randomly around, dodging my hand.
    Contact.  Adam had squeezed my hips hard, causing my bone to rub along
the inside of his thigh and pantleg.  He stopped for a minute and looked up
at me.  I watched him heaving breaths in and out of his thin frame.  I too
was gasping for air, with little beads of sweat beginning to spring from my
temples.  I looked at his face; Adam was glowing, with the small prisms on
his skin glistening in the afternoon light.
    I felt his hand reach up and squeeze my ballsac.  Shocked, I released
his arm and, like lightning, he pushed back on my chest and rotated his
hips to send me crashing to the ground, hitting my head not far from my
wrought iron bedpost.  I opened my squinted eyes and saw him staring over
me, amused, with a thin, wry smile on his face.  His eyes twinkled as his
face came closer to mine.
    His lips felt supple and moist to the touch of my own.  He had cocked
his head to the side and given me a soft-lipped, closed-mouth kiss.  Adam's
lips tasted faintly of sweet sugary coke.  His lips tightened against mine,
trapping the tip of my upper lip in the pursing of his flesh.  I felt his
eyelashes flutter on my cheek, then the "smack" sound as we broke the kiss
and he lifted his lips off of me.  I subconsciously licked my lips, wetting
them.
    "Did you like that?"  Adam asked.  Underneath, he was afraid and was
anticipating rejection, as his eyes searched my face for any similar
feelings in my expression.  On the outside, Adam's body was relaxed and
confident.  When I didn't answer, he cocked his head and came down to kiss
me again.  As our lips touched, he let out a soft, erratic sigh and closed
his eyes.  This time, I gathered enough wits to kiss him back.  When I did
so, he let out a sigh of relief.  We kept kissing and without realizing it,
my hand had moved to rest on his neck, gently thumbing his cheek.
    His hand had found itself on the sides of my head, fingering gently
through my hair.  His lips parted and I felt his tongue shyly probe the
tops of my lips.  He must have sensed that I wasn't ready and withdrew it
quickly.  It was my turn.  I cocked my head and pressed my lips into him,
opening up, slipping my tongue into the shallows of his mouth.  He tensed
and pressed back hard in that surge of feeling, when we realize how "into
it" we're getting.  His thin, long tongue intertwined with my flat, wide
one.  I tasted that vague hint of metallic that permeates the taste when
two people french.  I curled my tongue up and licked the backs and fronts
of his teeth, then down and around his tongue.  He responded quickly and
closed his lips gently on mine.
    I felt a gentle pressure as he began to suck my tongue.  I slowly
withdrew it as he opened his mouth for me just enough so I could lick the
very bottom of his upper lip with the tip of my tongue.  Adam sighed
deeply, erratically.  I felt him grind against me as our lips parted and
again, his face was hovering over mine.  I felt warm, confused.  More than
anything, I remember feeling desirable and wanted.  His hand traced my
cheek with a new level of tenderness.
    "Are you okay?"  Adam asked me gently.  His eyes darted both and forth,
searching my own for anything.  I began to prop myself up onto my elbows
and he quickly unstraddled me, ending up on his own elbows next to my own
frame.
    "It was... unexpected."  I said softly, shyly.  I was at a loss for
words.  I had almost convinced myself it was a dream.
    Adam didn't seem to like that and he slowly rose to his feet.  "I'm
sorry.  I didn't really mean to."  I quickly followed him up and close the
gap between us, my chest almost against his, my face cocked to one side
looking at him.
    "I thought you were straight."  I said calmly, my eyes pleading with
him to understand.
    Adam closed his eyes and took a deep breath.  "I thought I was."  He
opened his eyes and spoke in a defensive, almost angry tone.  I was thrown
off guard and instinctively stepped back.
    I shifted my butt and sat on the bed, crossing my leg onto my other
knee.  "Adam... so you know, your kissing me didn't offend me.  It was
just... a surprise."
    "A good surprise or a bad surprise?"
    "A good surprise," I answered.  His face softened a bit and I watched
his tense body relax.
    "K.... great..." Adam looked away from me.
    "Why'd you do it?"  I asked before I really thought the question
through.
    Adam shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest.  He hesitated as if
searching for a response.  "I wanted to see if you were really gay like the
rumors said."
    "Well I guess now you know."  I replied with a shy, thin smile.
    Adam looked at me and studied my face and body, "I've noticed you
looking at me.  I just didn't know exactly why.  The day at the pool, when
you were staring at my chest.  Thats when I decided to find out."
    I looked at him with a raised eyebrow and playful scoff on my face,
"Why didn't you just ask me?"
    "You might have said you weren't.  I wanted to find out myself."
    I nodded slowly, watching his face, which had drawn blank and become
mysterious... impossible to read.  "Are you gay too?"
    Adam slowly shook his head after a long pause and my heart sort of
sank.
  "I... don't know if I could be."
    "Did you like kissing me?"  I asked poignantly.  After a few seconds,
he nodded.  There began a somewhat awkward silence that was broken by the
ringing of a cell.  Adam instinctively whipped his phone out and turned his
back to me.  After a few seconds, he hung it up and tucked it back into his
pocket.
    "I have to go," Adam said quietly.  I nodded and leaned back into the
headboard, drumming my fingers onto my pillow.
    "OK.  So... what do we do now?"  I asked, my voice cracking a bit.
    "I dunno.  I'll call you later."  He quickly picked up his books and
stuffed them into his bag.  Without any other thoughts, he turned and
walked out.  I felt the string go out of my back and just laid there,
feeling somewhat defeated.

    "Gabe?"  Skyler smoothly slid up next to me in the hallway and fell
into the same stride as my own, "I missed you at my last party, sexy.
Where were you?"  I looked over at him and noticed a very genuine look of
concern on his thin, flawless face.
    I managed a smile, "Sorry Sky.  I was... busy."
    Skyler nodded and wrapped his arm around my waist, bumping his hip into
my own, "For two weeks now?  Rumor has it you and that piece of hot jock
Adam Ryan have seen alot of each other lately."
    I turned to look at him, hoping I was able to hide the disappointment
in my face.  "Just friends, Sky."
    "You seriously look like you'd use a good blow."  Skyler smirked and
drew his hand up my back.  "Should I go down on you right here?  In front
of the whole school?"
    I blushed at Skyler's playful advance.  "Thats ok Sky."
    Skyler leaned closer into my ear and whispered, "I'm serious.  Gabe,
you've been weird the last couple days.  What's wrong?  Come on, come with
me down to my house after school."
    I looked at Skyler, not quite sure I was understanding, "I thought we
decided we were wrong for each other?"
    Skyler smiled at me, "Well, it'd just be between friends."
    "I need more than just a blowjob Skyler, no offense," I said as I
turned the corner towards the stairs, then rotated to look at him, my
bookbinder covering my front, "Although I really appreciate it."