Date: Tue, 15 Apr 2003 10:15:15 +0000
From: Mike M <safplover@hotmail.com>
Subject: Revelation

Disclaimer: This story contains homosexual themes.  If you are offended with
homosexuality or any of it's aspects, do not read further.  In most cases
the characters are only a creation of the author.  Please do not reproduce
this story without the author's permission.  I'll shut up now.

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Revelation

Darkness prevailed as dark, thick clouds glided under the light of the sun.
Snow crunched under my feet as I walked.  The cold air blew slightly through
the ghostly figures of the leafless trees.  Light sprinkles of fresh snow
began to fall from the sky.  I felt a haunting serenity inside myself, but I
knew that it was only a fleeting experience.  Deeper inside, there was a
storm of pain, sadness, yearning, and despair raging, fighting everything
that's good to me.
	After an hour of walking aimlessly, I grew tired and decided to go home.
Never before has our house looked so inviting and comforting.  After today's
adversity, it is no wonder why I longed for the comforts of home.  The snow
was falling more heavily and the winds grew fiercer.  Suddenly, the serenity
I had felt earlier vanished, and the fear and sadness returned.  I wonder if
I would be able to make it through this fight I know I'm going to have to
face.  What would everyone think?  How would they react?  Who could I turn
to for help?

Seeing that no one was home, I went straight to my room.  I took off my
shoes and sat on the bed.  While I was staring into space, my eyes landed
upon the set of pictures that were sitting on my dresser.  I got up and
looked at them.  One was taken three years ago with me sitting on a bench
eating ice cream while Spencer, my best friend, was about to pour a bucket
of water over me from behind.  Those were the happier times of my life.  I
opened the frame and took out the picture.  On the back it said: 'Mike and
Spencer, June 2000.'  I put the picture back inside the frame and set it on
the table again.  I looked at the picture next to it, which was taken just
five months ago. Spencer and I were lying on the beach trying to get a tan
and smiling at the camera.  I noticed that I still had the same black hair
and blue eyes, and Spencer still had his brown hair, and hazel eyes.  But I
noticed that our bodies were much more developed and toned.  Spencer is a
football player, but he isn't the big, bulky type - just beautiful, toned
muscles.  On the other hand, I didn't like sport, but I developed my body by
working out.  So, we had the same moderately visible six-pack, well-defined
chest, sculpted legs, and toned arms.  The sad thing about this picture,
though, was that I noticed how my smile was much more strained than on the
older pictures.
I was growing tired so I decided to lie down and get some sleep.  I took off
everything except my boxers.  Despite the day's dreadful events, I managed
to do my nightly ritual of jacking off before going to sleep.  Tonight
Spencer was the star of my fantasy.  As I stroked my hard cock, I thought
about feeling the thickness of Spencer's smooth, hot, huge dick as I engulf
it with my mouth.  I start sucking on it furiously, hearing him yelling with
pleasure.  Then he stops me just before he was going to cum.  He then goes
down on my huge, raging cock and starts to lick the head and the pearly
pre-cum that was flowing out.  He suddenly takes the whole thing inside his
mouth and works at it like there was no tomorrow while caressing and lightly
pinching my nipples.  I could hear myself moaning and writhing from
Spencer's soft, hot mouth enveloping my cock and his tongue swirling and
gliding around the soft skin.  I didn't last too long, as I shot out squirt
after squirt of warm cum on my chest, stomach, and some on the bed.  I tried
to catch my breath as images of Spencer faded slowly.
When I returned to my normal state and after I cleaned up, the sadness and
fear began to return slowly, but surely.  What happened today would be the
turning point of my life.  It would bring about the ultimate challenge of my
life, but I wasn't sure if I was strong enough, wise enough, and confident
enough to fight and overcome it.  We face many challenges in life from which
we learn and become stronger, but I know that I haven't experienced enough
challenges to prepare me for what's to come.  I thought back on the last
three years of my life --

My life started to get a little complicated about a year and a half ago.  I
knew that I was gay since I was twelve, but dared not tell anyone.  I met
Spencer on the first day of the seventh grade three years ago.  He was new
to the school and didn't know where his next class was.
"Hey man, do you know where room 234 is?  I've been looking around forever!
Two of my teachers already yelled at me for being late to class, even when I
told them that I got lost since I was new to this school," he explained.  I
was speechless!  He was the most gorgeous, hottest person I have ever seen!
I usually go for blonde, blue-eyed guys, but his brown hair and hazel eyes
were mind blowing, not to mention his hot body!  However, he did dye his
hair orange during our freshman year. But anyway...
"Um, yeah!  You go straight down that hall and then make a left, and it's
the door before you reach the glass doors," I instructed with a lot of
effort.  I was already a usually shy, quiet person, and the fact that I this
Adonis in front of me was talking to me didn't help.  He must've sensed my
discomfort.
"You alright?" he asked with genuine concern.
"Yeah, I-I-I'm fine," I barely managed to squeak.
"Well, since you've been the first person to talk to me all day in this
school, why don't we meet by the tree over there and eat lunch together?
Besides, we just moved here and I need to make some friends," he said with
such ease and confidence.
"Sure," I said just above a whisper.  I admired his outgoing personality and
his kindness.  He was actually the first person to approach me and asked me
to be their friend in so many years.
So, lunch came and we met, talked and talked (surprisingly for me), while we
ate.  And the rest is history.  We hit it off and we became best of friends,
despite our differences, such as interest in sports, our contrasting
personalities, and views on certain subjects.  We did what every other best
friends do, and those were the happiest times of my life so far.

As the years went by, I continued to admire Spencer.  But my sexual
admiration for him grew and I knew that I am in fact gay.  Spencer, however,
was straight and I knew it.  He has displayed disgust toward gay people
whenever the subject came up.  It saddens me greatly whenever I think about
how I'm never going to be able to tell him everything about me, because it
kills me to have to lie to him.

Now, we were in our junior year and we are as close as ever.  He started
dating a lot of girls, naturally, because of his good looks.  I forced
myself to date two girls in the course of two years.  I was told that I was
cute myself, but I never believed any of it.  Even with all his dating, we
managed to stay close.

Earlier today in school, I was walking in an empty hallway because I had to
stay behind for lunch as I had to makeup a test.  Suddenly, I heard
footsteps behind me so I turned around to see who it was.  As I turned
around this boy about my age suddenly pushed me up against the wall and
kissed me passionately.  To say I was in shock would be the biggest
understatement.
I pushed him away and said, "What are you doing?!  Who are you?"
"I've been noticing you lately.  Your black hair and blue eyes haunt my
fantasies lately, as I stroke my cock, and you always cause me to shoot the
biggest loads.  I just needed to know how it would be like to kiss you," he
explained breathlessly.
"How do you know that I would be okay with that?" I asked.
"I have a really sensitive gaydar and whenever you're near me, it just goes
off."
"Oh," was all I could say.
"So, are you?"
"Am I what?" I asked dumbly.
"Are you gay?"
"Yes," I said while looking down at the floor.
"Well, don't worry, I am, too. See you around. You've just given me more to
add to my fantasies." He said in a seductive voice as he winked at me.
Suddenly, as he was about to turn and leave, I heard someone running away.
I froze.  Has someone seen what happened?  Did they hear everything?  Worry
started to overtake me.  I continued walking down the hall.
When I reached the doors, I opened them with great trepidation, as I was
worried what sight awaited me.  When I finally went outside, what greeted me
was the most terrifying sight I have ever seen.  There, standing before me,
were a group of about 7 students, a mixture of boys and girls, looking at me
with disgust and malice.
"Hey fag boy," one boy called out.  "A friend of ours told us that he saw
you kissing a boy and telling him you're gay."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said nervously.
"Oh yeah?" another boy called out.  "I recorded your conversation.  What do
have to say now you little fag shit?!"
I was speechless.  I was beyond scared.  I think I almost passed out, but I
managed to stay calm on the outside.
"The other boy is already being taken care of by our other friends, but he's
not going to get a punishment as harsh as your because he's not as
well-known as you 'round here," informed a boy with such eagerness and
malice it scared me.  I wondered what they were going to do with the other
boy or me.
"Tomorrow, the whole school is going to know all about your little secret,"
a girl said while fiendishly smirking.  And then they all left.
I was standing there, unable to move.  I was absorbing every sound and sight
in my surrounding.  A few birds sang, the winds howled gently, the light of
the sun weakened by clouds, the leafless branches of trees swayed.  It was
as if I was trying to take in as much as I could because it would only be a
matter of time before my life ends, or at least that's what it felt like.  I
unconsciously walked to my next class and never paid any attention to it, a
process that I repeated for the rest of the school day.  Spencer was sick
today, so he wasn't there to witness it with the multitude of bystanders who
watched it all happen.  He'd surely find out.  What would he say?  How would
he react? I'd just have to wait.
Tomorrow, the struggle begins: True friends are revealed, bonds are broken,
pain all around, confusion, deception....  Would I be strong enough to
endure the darkness that lies ahead?  Am I going to survive?  Am I ready?
Questions and concerns were clashing within as I lay in bed.  The moonlight
bathed the room in a soft grayish blue light that was both calming and
haunting.  Tomorrow would be the first day of my life.  As I was trying to
fall asleep, a part of Mariah Carey's "Through the Rain" started to play in
my head and it gave me inspiration:

I can make it through the rain
I can stand up once again
On my own and I know
That I'm strong enough to mend
And everytime I feel afraid
I hold tighter to my faith
And I live one more day
And I make it through the rain

I can make it through the rain
And stand up once again
And I'll live one more day, and I
I can make it through the rain


Carey, Mariah. Charmbracelet: "Through the Rain"

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Later,
Mike