Date: Sun, 13 May 2001 10:19:17 -0600
From: tarantau tarantau <tarantau@hotmail.com>
Subject: Luxury of lies-chapter 4

Here is Chapter 4.  Once again all e-mails are welcome.

LUXURY OF LIES

BOOK ONE

CHAPTER FOUR

(MICHAEL)

The school day went by uneventful once again, which is to mean that once
again nobody talked to me, with the exception of Wayne, and then since we
didn't have many classes together except for fourth period math and fifth
period english, we didn't get to say much to each other then either.  Who
ever said that money can't buy friends hit the nail right on the head.  My
family had more money then the majority of the students attending Barfield's
combined, and as far as friends went I only had one, one that I could truly
say was my friend.  As I thought about it, I really didn't know Wayne all
that well, yes I know what his cock tasted like, the feel of his skin, but
the important things were still all a blur to me.  I wanted to know all his
likes and dislikes, I wanted to know the person behind Wayne Westwood.

The bell rang ending fifth period english and I waited at the door for Wayne
to go to sixth period gym.  Oh, I quess I forgot we also had gym together.

"Coach Reardon will probably have us run all period," he said, "Do you
really want to run?" he asked.

"Hell no, " I laughed.  "I can think of better ways to stay in shape."

"I was thinking the same thing, how about we go back to my room and come up
with some new and interesting way of staying in shape.  And if not new at
least interesting."

We walked down the hall, I wanted to take his hand and hold it, but knew it
probably wasn't a good idea.  I could just see the tabloids and the field
day they would have with that one.  Dozens of teenage girls would be
heartbroken, and even though I could care less about them, I still didn't
want to break their hearts.  As we walked down the hall, a few people
acknowledged Wayne and managed to say Hi, but once again nobody even
bothered to notice me.  I wanted to shout out, what the hell am I invisible.

"Don't pay them no attention," Wayne said, as if he could read what I was
thinking.  "If I liked girls and had a girlfriend and she had a poster of
you on her wall, then I'd probably hate you too."

"So what are you trying to say," I replied, "that only gay guys will ever be
my friend."

We both laughed and it felt good to laugh.

Even if nobody else in that god forsaken school learned to care or even like
me, at least I knew two people who liked me for who I was.  And that was all
I needed to know.

(CHASE)

I could smell the familiar odor of chlorine as I walked into the swimming
area.  The swimming complex was by far the nicest in the state.  The
National Swimming Championships were to be held here this summer, and
numerous Olympic hopefuls trained their during the off season.  The pool
itself was eight lanes wide, with each lane being twenty-five meters long.
Their were two sets of spectator stands on either side of the pool, and it
could hold a capacity of 12,000 spectators.  I know your probably wondering
why a high school would have such a luxurious pool.  My father had dontated
the money to build it, and of course he spared no expense.  The total
project cost in excess of ten million dollars.

I walked over to locker 35, set my bag down on the bench and was in the
process of undressing, when I saw Dale Eklund out of the corner of my eye.
He was standing a few lockers down from me, completely naked.  He had his
body directed towards his locker, so all I could see was a side view.  I
couldn't quite understand the thoughts I was having.  I had seen his cock on
numerous occasions, since we swam together, then we were almost forced to
shower together.  But I had never once had the thoughts I was know having
about his cock.

turn around, turn around, turn towards me, the thought kept running through
my mind, let me see your cock.

I shook my head to come out of my daydream, and when I looked again, he had
already pulled on his speedos.

"Chase," he yelled, "you better hurry and get dressed, you know how coach
hates it when were late."

"Boy's" I said, in my best coach Ryan imperssination. "There is no place for
a man who can not be on time, time doesn't stop until your ready, so you
have to be ready at all times."

"Damn," Dale said, when I had pulled off my underwear and was standing their
completely naked. "you've got nothing to be ashamed of."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Your dick, man," he said, "It's pretty big."

uh...uh..." I stuttered.

"Oh, shit, " he laughed, "I didn't mean to embarrass you or anything.  If
you look around you, I'm sure you've noticed that you don't see any females
around here.  Some of us have girlfriends on the outside, but to go without
getting your rocks off for three months at a time, is kinda tough.  So most
of us guys help each other out whenever we can.  Hell, it doesn't mean any
of us our gay, since kissing is out of the question.  It's mostly just
handjobs, but once in awhile you may get lucky and get a blowjob.  Anal sex
is out of the question, since that would surely make you a sure fire fag."
"Do you wack off?" he asked.

I laughed, "sure, don't all guys."

"You wanna do it together?" he asked.

"Here," I said, "we don't have time."

"No, stupid, he said, "we can go back to my room after practice.  My room
mate is in the sick bay with the chicken poxs, so I have the room all to
myself."

Oh, what the hell I thought, I quess I could see where these feeling and
thoughts I'd been having were gonna lead me.

(WAYNE)

I was kinda nervous, this was actually the first time I had planned to be
with Michael.  Oh, of course their was the first time, but that wasn't
planned.  I didn't want to push things to fast, I wanted him to be
comfortable.  I grabbed a Cd and poped it into the Cd player and turned the
music up.  Appropriately it was Shaggy's Hot Shot Cd, and the song playing
was Angel.  Man I loved that song.  I started singing along, only changing
the lyrics to fit Michael.  Regardless of the stereotypes put on gays, no I
didn't not like or own any Backstreet Boy's, Nsync or anyother boy band
music.  In fact Shaggy's Hot Shot, and Nelly's Country Grammar were about
the only Cd's I owned that weren't rock and roll.  I was really big into
AC/DC, Metallica, Iron Maiden, The Matthew Good Band(their a canadian rock
band, give their Cd Permanant Midnight a go, you wouldn't be disapointed).

I grabbed us a couple of cokes, as we sat down on the edge of my bed.  I
couldn't believe how beautiful he was, his eyes sparkled like clear pools of
water on a summer day after a warm rain.  His hair was perfect.  The
magazines couldn't capture the image I was now seeing in front of me, even
if they had wanted to.  I grabbed his hand in mine and leaned over and
kissed him.  I could feel the electricity moving from my lips to his, and
back as he kissed me back.  I can not recall or remember being aware of
stripping off our clothes, but before we both realized it, we were laying on
top of my bed, naked as the day we were born.  I grabbed his shaft and
stroked it lovingly, well I tried to get him to swallow my tounge.  The
sweat dripped from our bodies, as we rocked back and forth in tune to the
music playing in our souls.

I felt him kissing down my chest, stoping at each one of my nipples and
lavashing it with sweet kisses, before moving a trail down with his tounge
towards my belly button.  I had never thought having your belly button
sucked could be so erotic, but the feeling I was recieving were driving me
to the brink of insanity. We worked his way further down, and when I thought
he was going for the prize, he skipped it and trailed down the inside of my
left leg, sending shivers up and down my spine. He took each one of the toes
on my left foot and sucked them into his mouth, before jumping to the right
foot and doing the same, before tracing the inside of it, with his tounge up
towards the ultimate prize.  With one quick motion he swallowed my whole
cock all the way down to the base.  I shivered and knew it wouldn't be long
before I exploded.  I gripped the sheets tight, closed my eyes and let the
feeling of bliss overtake my body.  He kept sucking until each and every
last drop was drained from me, and not just from the tip of my cock, but my
whole being.

"Damn," I said, "I've never felt anything so intense.  Where did you learn
to do that?"

"It just seemed right," he said, "did I do all right for my first time?"

A expert couldn't have done better," I said, kissing him on the lips,
tasting my own manhood on his lips.

We switched positions and it was my turn to pleasure him.

After we had both being saturated with love for one another, we laid side by
side on the bed, his head resting against my chest, lost in a tidal wave of
emotions and love for the other.  I kissed the top of his hair as I felt his
breath against my chest and knew I was deeply in love for the first time in
my life.