Date: Sat, 06 Apr 2002 19:30:22 -0500 From: jaspers <jasper@infinitycove.com> Subject: The Boy: Part 2 Thanks to those few of you who sent me email! :-) Now EVERYONE email me and let me know what you think - whether it's good or bad. I'm perfectly okay with accepting criticism as long as it's constructive. You'll notice that this part is done in a very different manner than the first part. That's because the first part was a dream and this part isn't! :-) My apologies to all of you who liked the style of the first part - hopefully you'll enjoy this style just as much. I certainly enjoyed writing it. Sex will not be a major part of this story, but seeing as how this is based off of a true story, it WILL happen. If sex between two consenting males disgusts you, or reading material of this nature is illegal in your respective city/county/state/country/continent, please leave. Comments are always welcome - It's been a very long time since I've made any of my writings available to the public, so your feedback interests me VERY much. You can send all comments to jasper@infinitycove.com -- PLEASE NOTICE THE CHANGE IN E-MAIL ADDRESS -- And, so, without further hesitation, may I present to you: The Boy: Part 2. jaspers (jasper@infinitycove.com) <-- Notice the change in e-mail addy ----------------------------------------------------------------------- It's the morning; I'm awake; and I'm totally disoriented. My god, that was a crazy dream. Who was that boy? I'm wishing I were still asleep and having some more of that dream. Wow. That's all I can say. Wow. It's 8:00am. Why, oh why, am I awake this freakin' early? Oh, yeah. I have to go to work today. Shite. Oh yeah - I suppose I should follow standard suit and let you all know who I am. My name is Duncan. I'm 19 years old - nearly 20 - totally bummed that I'm fairly close to no longer being a teenager. I live in Florida. I attend the University of Central Florida. It's a good school. I'm what you'd call a computer geek, so all of the technology stuff around here really turns my wheels. I work at the school Library and for one of the Administration offices here at the University as their Webmaster. Follows the whole computer geek thing rather well, huh? I'm gay. Duh. I like guys. They turn me on. They turn my crank. Get the idea? Shall I call myself the typical gay guy? Certainly not. I'm very NOT typical - of anything. I don't like clubs - too much smoke, alcohol, and shady-ness going on. I have social anxieties - I don't like large crowds, I don't like performing in public, and I don't like being smashed up against lots of people (go back to the "I don't like clubs" statement). I'm built like a football player (American, that is) - I freakin' hate sports. And my writing style is just really weird, don't ya think? Lots of [improper] punctuation and totally "that was so 5 minutes ago" ways of expressing myself. Fun! All of this writing is simply relaying my life in some sort of "hard core" fashion, rather than the usual "soft core" fashion of going through it in my head. I need an outlet. You all are willing to listen - I'm willing to talk. True, some things in here aren't exactly how they actually are. We're all allowed our occasional embellishments and a change of names to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent people. So, yeah, back to that dream. OH MY GOD! I just want to stay here in bed and keep on thinking of him. He was perfection. Both my mind and body are telling me so. The reaction - wow. Who was he? Probably just some creation of my mind taking qualities of people I know and the physical aspects of people I have lusted after (way too many to name... holy hell) - just a jumble of that made into the perfect creature. He could never really exist, could he? Logistically, I have to believe that there is someone out there who I'm totally compatible with. The chances of meeting this person are like 1 in 4,345,093 - trust me on this, I'm taking Statistical Methods right now (Lies, damned lies, and statistics!). Anyway, I need to get up and get going. Time for a shower. That's feeling so good. Incredibly hot water cascading down my body - It's the only way to go. It makes me feel alive; it makes my body tingle all over; it makes me feel freakin' clean! (In case you haven't noticed, I have an obsession with the word "freakin" - you can blame that on the Drama teacher from my High School. Wait! I know what you're thinking: "but you just said you have social anxieties and can't perform in front of people?" I was in charge of sound and lights - I was always in the background wearing all black and being a total shadow. Back to my life...) I'm done with my shower. Now go in the contacts. Ow, I hate contacts - but I hate glasses even more. Do the hair real quick - water, hairspray, run through the hands - done. Damn, I'm sexy - NOT! I need to change this hair. It's too normal and boring. I'm thinking blonde highlights with blue tips - what do you think? Oh yeah. I'm ready. Off to work. It's Saturday - forget walking, I'm driving. It's a 15-minute walk to the Library from my apartment, but it's Florida; it's hot outside! I'm driving - Ah, wonderful air conditioning. So I'm at work and it's totally boring. I'm here in the office all by myself except for the two librarians at the desk. I finished all of my work within the first 30 minutes - I had to shelve books, but it's Saturday and there weren't many books that had been used. So now I'm sitting back in the office doing some extra research for the librarians. I need to try and get at least three hours of work in today - I really need the money. I'm a broke, struggling college student, and unless I find some gracious benefactor (could it be YOU? Donations welcome!), I need to work to pay for my rent. Okay - that's enough of this. I can't stand sitting here any longer. No one is online to talk with whilst I'm working. I keep on thinking of that boy. He's intruding inside my mind continuously. Whoever gave him permission to do that? Oh well - it's not like I'm going to make him leave. He's so perfect - he can do whatever he wants. Oh my - I'm acting like a crazy man (err - crazy boy... for at least a couple more months, right?). It's Saturday and it's noon. I'm going home! At least when I go there I can be bored and also be surrounded by DVDs. We have probably the best, and largest, collection of DVDs in the state of Florida (well over 450 DVD titles). One of the very, very good things about having a roommate who is a movie junkie. I can really pick 'em, can't I? Of course, one of them is also my ex-boyfriend - really screwed up there, didn't I? Oh well. Can't win them all (but I sure wish I could win SOME of them, don't you?). If you're this far, then you're probably thinking: "What in the hell is this? This guy is boring! Where's the sex? I want to see some dick!" If you wanna see dick, why in the hell are you reading a story?! -- I lead a very boring life. It's not laced with sex - very little sex, indeed. I'm not an exciting person, by all means. I have my moments, I suppose. Mostly, though, I just go about my life and watch others. I'm a purveyor of life. I enjoy learning from watching and listening to others. It helps me to understand human nature a little more than I did the minute before. Wow, I'm a poet - nice, huh? Yes, I'm interested in human nature - Psychology is one of my interests. As is poetry. (A real Renaissance man) I used to write a lot - especially during high school. I wrote about love - wanting love, getting love, feeling love, needing love, all sorts of love stuff. And to be honest, I've not really written much poetry like that since I started dating. That was two years ago. Jeff was the first guy I ever really dated - he dumped me after two weeks because I wouldn't have sex with him right away. Yup - even though I'm a freakin' pervert and sex is almost constantly on my mind, I'm a firm believer of love and of the mindset that sex should come with love, not lust. Oh, how I wish I weren't that way, but my conscience is a real kicker. It loves to remind me of bad things I've done. Yup - there have been a few. Wow. That boy was cute. Oh how I wish I could meet someone like him. He was so perfect. That face, his skin, his hair. ::big, deep, dramatic, love struck sigh:: Why did it have to be only a dream? That was so unfair. Yeah, yeah - Life's not fair. But, don't they say all is fair in love and war? Thus, life should be fair in love and war, right? w00t! I've found the answer - Oh, wait, no - the answer is 42 (long live Douglas Adams). I'm looking for the question. Damn. It's Saturday night. I'm sitting at home. Alone. As usual. My roommates have gone somewhere, once again, without asking if I wanted to tag along. They assume that just because I've declined before that I'll decline every time - that is so far from the truth. Sometimes you just have to ask me at the right time and I'll be willing to do [almost] anything. Kind of blonde, but slightly brown, hair. Hazel eyes. Wonderful skin - kinda tan, but not really dark. And his face... ::sigh:: I wish it were logical to fall in love with a figment of my imagination. Time to go to sleep. Perhaps I'll meet him again tonight. Oh jeeze, I'm freakin' crazy. You can't just meet someone in your dreams. I've been a long believer that I have no control over my dreams at all - they appear to happen at random. It's amazing how one beautiful boy can totally screw up your logical thought processes. Isn't it? (Isn't it, Kelly?! -- inside joke with my best friend -- no worries; read on) Definitely time to go to sleep. It's been a boring day - it's amazing how a day of doing practically nothing can exhaust you. Oh well. Sleep. Tomorrow is another day. So, I'm off. --------------- Chapter 2 of this story is complete. Comments are encouraged and welcomed. Flames will be carefully read and laughed at. Forevermore we'll continue, jaspers (jasper@infinitycove.com)