Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2006 21:26:56 EST
From: Lostafewscrews@aol.com
Subject: One Glance

 It's so hard not to look.  I can't stand the fact that no one can ever
know what I am thinking as we run laps in tennis practice, as I let him
run in front of me a few feet so I can watch his light brown hair bounce
through the air as he runs.  He changes 3 feet away from me everyday and
I cant look! I've been caught glancing before, but I cant let it happen
this time.
 It seems like when ever he is around me he acts really reserved and
skittish.  Ok, I am a senior, and he is just a freshman, I guess he is
just nervous around upper classmen, I used to be that way to.  I
sometimes fantasize about how he is nervous because he doesnt want to be
caught either, he is always looking at the ground trying not to look,
afriad of what will happen if he stares, if I catch him staring.  I want
to tell him to relax, that I wont bite, then as he continues to stare at
the floor, I gently lift his chin up with my fingers, and give him a soft
kiss him on the lips, as I pull away I softly wisper "don't be scared".
 Usually Matt is the only person changing when we are, the others don't
come in until later.  I can't let Matt see me look, he is my best friend,
I cant let him know, he will never talk to me again.  I'm not joking, he
said it himself.  If it wasn't for Matt, I would be out.
 I walked into the locker room today just as he was pulling his shirt
over his head, I looked at Matt so I wouldn't find myself staring, but
Matt wasn't paying any attention, so I got a free glance, if only for a
half second.  I was a little surprized to see that how tanned he was,
even though it is February.  I couldn't have imagined him looking so
good.  His abs were perfectly defined, not so developed that they didn't
look good, but you could see the soft outline of a six pac pretty
clearly.  His pecs complemented his abs perfectly.  Although he was far
from looking like a body builder, he was definatly in good shape.  I
didn't expect that, considering his arms seemed a little small and week
to me, but now I can say that he is definatly not scrawny.  His jeans
rested loosly on his hips, and I could see his ab muscles leading down to
where I expected to see a few hairs peeking out from the waist band of
his boxers, but aperently his boxers were down lower than I thought, and
even then there was no hair to be seen.
 I must be dreaming, I couldnt believe this was the same freckle faced 14
year old boy that I was always imagining what he would look like when he
was a little older and more developed, but now I could see he was plenty
devloped.
 On his right lower ab there were red marks that his jeans probly left
from rubbing there when he was sitting in class,  but in the dim lighting
they looked darker, like scratches.  I wanted to show some concern and
ask what happened, run my fingers over the scratch and tell him how I
couldn't stand to see his beautiful body flawed in such a careless
manner.  Kiss the scratch, tell him it was to make it heal faster, and
then let my kisses lead to his belly button and downwards.
 At that time it was almost worth loosing my best friend over.  It was
almost worth it to have the whole school hate me and humiliate me. It was
just for one split second.  I wanted it to last forever, I wanted to see
more, I wanted to be alone with him, and with no secrets between us.
 It's amazing what one glance that only lasts for one half of one second
can do to your head.