Date: Wed, 21 Jul 2004 11:17:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff harrington <jeff_harrington1974@yahoo.com>
Subject: Renni's Life: Chapter 1 (gay male/high school)

This is my first attempt at writing a like story, so it will deal with
feelings and issues that may not be suitable for all readers.  There is bad
language, and eventually I will get around to sexual and all that good
stuff, just not at the moment. If you don't like it don't read it.  Hope
you enjoy the story and hope to see you back.

Chapter 1: Strange Days

     I walked home in a daze that day, I couldn't believe what had
happened, I had been the quarterback for my football team in junior high
and I went out for it when I finally got in high school and I didn't make
it. There was a kid better than me, I had always thought that I had been
the best and come to find out my two best friends had only been friends
with me because I had been quarterback. Needless to say school sucked
today. So why wasn't I really upset about the football thing? I don't
really know. First year in high school and I failed already. Thinking on it
my dad had wanted me to play football so I did, a family tradition thing,
my mom was proud of me too. Now that their both gone who was I doing it
for? Did I really want to do it anyways? When my dad died my mom had
changed, she started drinking, that lead to a problems which eventually
caused her to leave and my older sister taking care of me and my younger
brother.
    My sister Deandre had just graduated at the time and planned on going
to college full time, but with mom's..decision she had to change plans, she
went to school during the day and worked at night, it was tough on her, but
she worked hard and got a "small degree" as she put it in administration
and went to work in a lawyers office, she made great money but she wants
more than that and she now takes school leisurely so as not overload
herself and get a degree in what she wants.
    There I was walking home, friendless and egoless, my whole high school
life ruined and it hadn't even started yet! I walked in the front door and
sat down at the table, sis had put down a brownie and a soda for me and
asked how my day had been, and I told her every horrible detail.
     "Your life isn't over for goodness sake, you're only fourteen! Maybe
it 's a sign; maybe it's making way for bigger and better things." She
began, "You know tonight's my class so you guys have to feed yourselves, I
left some money in case you want pizza. If not put it with the grocery
money,
 ok?"
     I nodded and she left to get her school things, for her everything
that happened was a sign of something bigger or better. As I ate my after
school snack I sat there and tried to reason why I wasn't pissed at not
making the football team. God, I am so confused.
     "Talking to yourself again squirt?" came a voice from behind me, I
turned to see Chad standing there, a mutual friend of my brother and I.
Well, not really a friend to me.
      Chad was the same age as I except he was almost 6 foot tall, had
short blonde hair and a confidence that could throw anyone off of their
game, which was why he played basketball, he was good and had the
opposition scared of him on the court. Everyone in school assumed he had
screwed all the girls on the cheerleading squad when the truth of the
matter was he had probably screwed all the guys on the cheerleading
squad. Only a few close people knew he was gay and he loved sex and enjoyed
talking about it.
       "Where's Kevin?" Chad asked.
       "He had to help his old wresting coach move into his new house, he
should be back soon."
        "Cool, Sebastian and I are playing basketball out back; just send
him our way when he gets here." He stated. I nodded and went back into my
funk. During that sort and sweet talk he had stood very close to me, well
within my personal space and it drove me mad because I knew what he was
doing and why. He told Kevin, my brother, that he always wanted to turn a
straight boy gay. After that he made it his mission to drive me crazy,
always hitting on me.
       My thoughts were interrupted when Kevin walked in, looking at him
one would assume he was seventeen maybe sixteen, but he was only thirteen
and was easily two or three inches taller than me and he had a brawny,
almost muscular build, he got that from wresting. He much more mature than
I was, everyone assumed that he was the older brother, sometimes I felt
like he was. I passed Chad's message to him and he went out back.

     I decided to go out back and watch them for awhile and went back to
wallow in my self pity. How long I had been there I do not know, but I
looked up and realized it was just Chad and I.  I stood up to go back
inside and he stopped me, "Hey what's up man? Your not your usually
egotistical self today."
    "Chad, I don't feel like fighting off your flirtations today ok?'
    "What? You know everything isn't about sex with me, can't I have a real
conversation with you?" He stated.
    I sighed and looked at him suspiciously; he was standing his distance
and just fiddling with the basketball, waiting for me to continue. Maybe he
did want to talk?
    "I had a bad day a school is all."
    "I heard," began Chad, "you didn't make the team. Sorry to hear that."
    It had been the nicest thing he had ever said to me and I was taken
aback to say the least. He stepped closer and I opened up a bit more and
told him about the rest of the day, more than I told my sis and he nodded
and listened.
    I don't know what had happened, to this day I still don't know how it
happened, but before I knew it he was kissing me and I took a step back, in
shock. HE WAS KISSING ME! Chad had this evil, shit-eating grin on his face.
He had planned it out.
    "You bastard, I thought..how." I couldn't even think straight, how did
he do it? How did I let him? Damn he was slick; he had taken advantage of
me and of the situation to play his own sick little game. What the fuck was
wrong with him?
            I ran into the house and upstairs to my room, oh God, what had
happened. How long had been kissing me before I.snapped out of it. I just
slid against the wall and onto the floor and began to cry. I could still
feel his lips on mine and I got really pissed off, because I realized that
I had, to some degree, actually enjoyed it.  "I don't like boys, I don't
like boys." I whispered to myself, I cried harder then. Something in me had
changed that day and it had been Chad's fault. What was I to do now?


Rather short I know, but don't worry I won't leave it there, but it was my
first step towards an erotic style story, but with my past writings, all
nonerotic, I like to have some semblance of characters and development, so
if your looking for hardcore sex action it's not going to be quick on this.
I want to hear from you, I want your opinions, so please be nice, it is my
first time and I am a virgin of sorts as far as this goes.

write me at jcharrington@cox-internet.com or jeff_harrington1974@yahoo.com

Tad's Life -- jeff harrington2004