Date: Wed, 28 Jul 2010 05:56:34 -0400 From: Manhattan Story <manhattanstory@hotmail.com> Subject: Manhattan: Manhattan 1 If you're under 18 please leave this page and go check your Myspace or something. This is for adults. This is my first story on here so please be gentle with criticisms. :) Please. Any similarities are coincidental and are not plagiarized. So please don't sue or get mad, just let me know and I will try my best not to do so in the future. :) Emails are greatly appreciated. Manhattan Part 1 manhattanstory@hotmail.com New York City born and raised. Live fast, die young. Its the New Yorker's way of life. I've lived here since I was born which was about 18 years ago give or take a couple of months. My parents are mega socialites in the whole Manhattan Upper East Side group. That left me, Tristan, all by my lonesome most of the time. That is if you don't count the forever changing nanny or "maid" as I got older. I'm Tristan Terrington, yea, my parents liked the whole alliteration thing... Fantastic for me. I'm about 5'8 and around 135 lbs with black hair and green eyes. Don't get me wrong here, I'm not some little twinky slice that all these wannabes have already hit. I'm what you call a challenge... I'm 18 years old, a rising Manhattan socialite, gay, and still a virgin. Call me old fashioned, but I'm saving it for the guy that's going to marry me. I live on the Upper East Side on the 14th floor of a condominium between 67th Street and 74th Street. That's all I'm telling because I don't need any stalkers. Hehe. But its a three bedroom condo that overlooks Central Park. The third bedroom was for my older brother, Tommy, but he left for USC as soon as he graduated. Lucky guy, but I think USC is too far from New York. I'm still in high school, the big senior year. Teenage Manhattanites have an amazing lifestyle and I'm included in that bracket. School to us is like a gala event for our parents. My cousins in Westchester may drive a BMW to class everyday, but I am the one living the party life of New York City. Anywhere I need to be can be accessible by taxi. Except for the Hamptons, but that's a different chapter. Where was I... oh yea... school... I go to a private school about 8 blocks from my apartment. I wear a uniform consisting of a blazer, dress shorts, shin high socks, and dress shoes, with a tie naturally. I like walking to school. My best friend, Lana, has a personal driver to handle that for her. She said she could arrange for me to get picked up as well, but I love the crisp breeze of the park as I'm walking down 5th Avenue. I've had several boyfriends... nothing too big... First there was Scottie who was this preppy dude from Boston down in New York to go to college. He turned out to be a typical college guy... just looking for the next pussy. Then there was Parker. He was a great guy. He was in my grade at school and we had all the same classes and we were getting really close and intimate, but towards the end of Junior year it was found out that he was really into drugs and his parents made him go detox in Los Angeles. That was another thing about us Manhattan teens, we love our drugs, alcohol, and casual sex. I'm into none of those things, except maybe a little alcohol at a party. And lastly there was Jamie. He was a real tool, but I was only with him for appearances. He tried to get me to sleep with him, but I just wouldn't budge and then he did the whole text message breakup... classy... So that brings us to the morning of September 6th. The first day of school. Senior year. New York. Party central right? Not so much. I woke up to my iPod alarm blaring out some Katy Perry. 6:40. AM. I jump in the shower and wash up my smooth toned body. I spend a little extra time cleaning myself up down there because I like to feel fresh for the day. I rub up and down my cock getting it all nice and soapy and wet, while I clean out my ass with my other hand. Fingering myself with my soapy hand, I let out a little moan. I remember that its the first day of class and I can't get too hot and heavy in the shower this morning. I get out of the shower and do my hair and brush my teeth and clean myself up for the day ahead. I go into my room from my bathroom in my towel and look at the view from the park. Ever since I was little, my parents always told me I loved looking out that window... I wish they were here now. I check the clock. 6:59. I pick up my new uniform freshly tailored and pressed thanks to Gloria, the housemaid. Gloria and I are great with each other. She knows that I like my privacy and I know that she has her little section of the apartment to herself down by the service entry. We don't bother each other, but we know that we are both there for each other in the end. I throw on the uniform and roll up the short legs a little... its allowed, but its mostly geared towards the girls, but HEY! I'm gay and single... looking to mingle... ewww gross... Did I just say that? Whatever its staying! I sling my North Face backpack up onto my back and leave my bedroom into the hall to the great room. I can hear Gloria singing some Spanish song in the kitchen. I walk over to the kitchen to get a Kind bar out of the cabinet. Gloria is about 5'10, a little taller than me and heavier set, but it fits her well and she is from Mexico. She works for my father's company and she hurt herself on the job so he had her working in our apartment ever since. "Hola, nino!," Gloria says to me from behind the gas range. It smells like bacon. Yuck. She usually doesn't cook, but with mom being away in the Hamptons until Halloween and dad being in Paris for work, she's all I have and she knows it. "Hello Glow," I say using her nickname, "Whatcha makin'" "Bacon and eggs, honey, for your last, last day of high school." "Awwwwe, Gloria, you didn't have to do that... you know I'm a vegan though don't you?" "A veegawhat?" <br />"I don't eat anything from an animal." I tell her for the 18th time. "Oh chico, I knew that, por que... I was hoping you would change your mind today..." "Oh Gloria. You're so hilarious. I love you so much chica" We always joke around like this when we see each other which isn't that often with my go go go life. "I think I'm just going to take a Kind and peace." "Oh ok hun... you know that's why your so skin—-" I grab the bar and leave laughing to myself. "HAVE A GOOD DAY AT SCHOOL!" She screams from the kitchen. "BYE GLORIA!" I shout from the foyer. I check my BlackBerry at the door. 7:15. Ok. Thirty minutes to get to class. I walk out the door to our apartment and take the elevator down to the lobby, saying hello to Norman, the doorman. And I start to walk out onto 5th Avenue heading towards school. I'm kind of people watching and I'm kind of slacking off while getting to school. I walk past a shop and stop to check out this suit that I could really wear to Jean-Louis' party on Saturday... Its really nice... I check my BlackBerry Bold at it says 7:25. "Damn, I better get g——MMPHMM," I groan as I'm shoved to the ground by somebody running. "Ouch! What the..." "HEY! I'm so so so so so sorry!" The guy says as I start to dust myself off. "Well you should really watch where you're going..." I look up at him and he holds out his hand to help me up. I grab it and smile... "I'm Adam." He says to me, but I just noticed that he hasn't left my hand yet. "I'm Tristan. Its kind of nice to meet you..." I say the last part a little ruder than intended. "Well, I'm sorry again Tristan—-" "Its fine really, I'm ok, I just need to get to class." "OH! Really me too! Where do you go?" "Clarkson Prep, you?" "Clarkson... Wait... we had to wear uniforms..." Watch this... "Uh... yea dude... we all do... they're kind of mandatory. They'll write you up and make you go home for the day..." "Oh no, Tristan! What am I gonna do?" Adam is freaking out. Good. Aww. I feel bad... he's kinda cute when he gets all perturbed. "Wait... Adam... relax... you'll be fine its just the first day, they don't care on the first three days, I was just paying you back for knocking me down." I smile shyly at him. I giggle a little. "Wow, you're a real jokester, huh?" He says sarcastically. We subconsciously started walking towards Clarkson. "Pretty much," I tell him with my best flirt face on. As we walk, I get a better look at my new friend Adam. He's about 6'1, maybe around 190 lbs. of all muscle it looks like... no wonder my ribs hurt so badly... with dark brown hair and steely gray eyes. They look amazing on him. "So are you new to Manhattan, Adam?" I make small talk with him on the way to school. "Uhh, yea.. you?" "No... born and raised, right down to the summer house in Southampton and the horse back riding trophies in my room." "Oh wow... that's pretty awesome, I'd love to see them sometime..." He looks right at me as he says this... Well there Adam, getting a bit flirtatious I see. "Yea definitely... so where are you from..." "Well, I'm from Dallas, so I know my way around a horse too, but not like you sissy Northern kids." He jokingly jabs me. "OH! No you didn't" I say with my fake ghetto girl accent. I get real close to him. "Listen here, cowboy, you're on my turf now... you don't want to fuck with me." I wink. He smirks and gives me a wink back as we ascend the stairs into Clarkson Preparatory School for Boys and Girls of the Upper East Side.