Date: Fri, 7 Nov 2003 09:18:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Virtual Insanity <virtualinsanity78@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Prick

Disclaimer:

This is story intended for adult audiences.  It contains emotional and sex
scenes between two teenaged boys.  If it is illegal for you to read this
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My other Nifty story is Wade & Christian in the 2003 High School section.

This is a work of fiction, no basis in reality at all.

To everyone who's read me before, this is going to be a quick break from
Wade & Chris.  Let me know what you think, do you want more like this one?
And don't worry there is more of those two on the way and soon!

Dedicated to my 'Misery' boy, Nathan.  Keep writing, ok?

READ THIS!!!!: In the story *** indicates a change in the narrator's point
of view

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				The Prick
		          	           By Virtual Insanity

	My brother's best friend, Nathan, was a fucking asshole.  I hated
the prick. Just because he was captain of the basketball team and almost
taller than everybody else, he acted like he ruled the school.  Just the
sight of him coming down the hallway surrounded by his goons made my
stomach turn.

	He and my brother Jake were best friends since they were born, I
guess, because his mom and my mom worked at the same bank and got pregnant
a few months a part.  Jake was five months older than Nate, so he'd started
kindergarten a whole year before Nathan. I guess that kind of pissed Nate
off because he and my brother were fucking inseparable and all of a sudden
my brother graduates high school and leaves him behind.

	I was born three and a half years after my brother and I never had
much to do with Nate or Jake because they didn't want a snot-nosed kid
hanging around all the time.

	I didn't hate Nate because he took my brother away from me all the
time.  I actually could care less about spending time with Jake, all he did
was talk about girls and sports, none of which interested me very much.
But I liked Nate.  Ever since I was real little and Nate would come over
and spend the night with us, I liked him.  I liked everything about him,
the way his hair went all over the place when he laid down, the stupid
jokes he made, the way he sounded when he talked...and, geez, the way he
smelled.

	I just liked to be around him, to listen to him and sometimes, he
would talk to me like I was a real person, not somebody's kid brother.  I
loved that, fucking lived for those moments.

	Then, Jake moves halfway across the country to go to college and
Nate doesn't even say hi to me in the halls at school.  What kind of shit
is that?  I swear, I thought he cared about me a little, I thought he liked
me like a friend, a little bro, something!

	"I don't want to go over Nate's house, mom," I said to my mother as
she came into the house.  She rolled her eyes and set her attache down by
the door.  We'd gotten out of school for Christmas break a few days before.
I was planning on spending every free moment surfing the 'Net or hanging
out with my best friend Jamie, but mom had left me a note that morning
telling me to be ready to go to dinner at Nate's house by six o'clock.

	My parents and Nate's parents still hung out sometimes, going to
dinner and parties and shit. I was fifteen years old, I could stay home by
myself.  I didn't want to have to be around Nate.  Lately whenever I spent
any time around him, he acted like a complete asshole.

	"I didn't give you a choice, did I?" she asked, but softened the
statement with a smile.  "Look, Brett, we've got some good news for you and
the only way you're going to find out about it is to come with us over to
the Goldmans' house for dinner."

	I hated when parents pulled crap like that.  Why couldn't she just
tell me what the good news was and get on with it?

	So, I trudged up to my room and spent a half an hour getting
dressed.  Just because I didn't want to be around Nathan didn't mean that I
didn't want to look my best when I was around him.  I chose a black
turtleneck sweater and a pair of jeans.

	The ride to the Goldmans' was pretty cool.  I know it's weird, but
I love it when my mom and dad get together.  They are busy a lot with work
and stuff, but when they get together, it's almost like they're teenagers
like me.  My mom sang along to the music on a top forties station and my
dad joined in.  We were all singing at the tops of our lungs and dancing in
our seats by the time we got to Nate's place and I felt a little better
about the whole thing.

	I actually thought it might turn out to be a nice night until I saw
Nate sitting on the sofa when we walked in.  He was slouched in his seat,
his eyes glued to me as I walked in and he had a cocky smirk on his face.
I hated him for looking so good for a long moment.  He was gorgeous,
sitting there with his broad shoulders, green eyes and thick lips.

	I tried to stick with the grownups, but my mom gave me the look and
I went over to where Nate was sitting and plopped down on the other side of
the sofa.

	"Hey, dickbreath," he said lightly and I winced.  I looked away
from him, not even bothering to say a word to him.  What was the use?

	"You too good to even talk to me now?" he asked and I gave him a
look that I hoped was as withering as I wanted it to be.  He didn't even
blink.

	"Come on, you can do it, sport," he said, staring at me.  "Say
hello.  You can do it, kiddo."

	"Bite me," I said quietly.  His eyes locked with mine.  I was the
first to look away.  I was always the first.

	I was so glad when our parents called us into the dining room.  I
had to sit across from Nate because that's how they set the table up, but
at least I could stare at my plate and pretend as if it didn't matter that
he was sitting there.

	I was eating the aspargus and half-listening to my mom and dad when
I felt something on my leg under the table.  I froze.  Was that someone's
foot, creeping up my leg?  I looked frantically up and over at Nate for a
sign that it was him.  He was shovelling food into his mouth, not even
looking my way.

	My cock tightened and got rock hard as that foot came up and
settled at my crotch.  I swallowed hard on the bite of food that was in my
mouth and stared at Nate, looking for a sign.  His foot was caressing my
dick like crazy, rubbing up and down against its length.  I spread my legs
a little and closed my eyes, trying so hard not to let what he was doing
show on my face, trying not to cream my pants. The sensations inside of me
were driving me crazy.  I could feel precum leaking out of me.  When I
opened my eyes, an electric shock went through me.  Nate was looking right
at me.  The look in his eyes, hungry and filled with lust, coupled with the
feeling of him actually touching my dick, sent me over the edge.  I came in
my pants, clenching my fork tighly, and squirming slightly in my seat.

	When I opened my eyes, I looked over at him, my expression seeking
and filled with wonder.  There was a look in his eyes, like he wanted to
climb across the table and grab me for a moment, then it was gone.  He
lowered his foot and went back to eating, his eyes glued to his plate.  It
was like nothing even happened, which totally crushed me because I was
sitting there with a sticky mess in my pants and my heart speeding at just
the thought of Nate touching me.  I wanted more.  I wanted to touch him and
he wouldn't even look at me.

	"Brett, are you okay?" my mom's voice broke through my thoughts and
I stared at her blankly for a moment.  Nate was looking at me again,
completely blank this time like he was just as curious as everyone else.

	Somehow I found my voice.  "N-nothing, I'm fine, mom," I said,
clearing my throat.  She looked at me closely for a moment before smiling
and turning back to the grownups.  I swallowed hard and prayed silently
that the stains didn't show through my jeans.  I inched back in my chair
just a little and peered down at my lap.  When I saw that there was no
evidence of what had just happened to me, I breathed a sigh of relief.

	I couldn't believe that Nate would do that to me.  What was his
deal?  Could he possibly be gay? Or bi?  There was just no fucking way that
Nate was gay.  I mean, my gaydar is never off.  Some guys can't tell if
another guy is gay, but I knew I had it down to a science.  I had
positively IDed at least ten guys in the sophomore class alone who were
gay.  It was a skill that I was proud of.  Being gay myself, I could see
how it might come in handy later on.

	So, I sat there through the rest of the meal, trying to figure out
what the hell was going on with Nate, and ignoring the squishy feeling of
my cum-drenched briefs pressing up against me when our parents turned and
stared at us.  It was almost like my mom was talking in slow motion when
she finally said it.

	"We're sending you two down to Florida to spend Christmas with
Jake," my mom said and I stared at her in horror.  What the fuck?

	"Jake can't get away from the part-time job he has down there to
come home for the holiday otherwise, we were planning to all go up to
Sarasota and do the rustic thing," my dad said.  "So, instead of leaving
him down there to brave the holidays alone, we decided that it would be a
treat to send the two of you down with a little money lining your pockets
to him."

	I stared at them, my mouth open.  Talk about fucking horror of
horrors.  Why the hell would I want to spend Christmas with Nate and Jake?
The two of them had never been all that buddy-buddy with me.  I was the kid
brother afterall.

	"Let me guess, you guys are going to Sarasota?" Nate asked and my
mom looked sheepish and nodded.  Then, it hit me.  They were going to be
glad to rid of us.  This was going to be a vacation away from the kids.  I
gave a heavy sigh.  My mom and dad never got to spend quality time
together.  They always had me to deal with.  I knew that in a few years I
would be leaving for college myself and they would have the place to
themselves, but in the meantime, a vacation away from me might be kind of
nice.  But did that really mean that I had to spend the entire vacation
with Jake and that fucking prick Nate? I was fifteen-years-old, I could
stay home myself.

	"What if I don't want to go down there?" I asked.  "Can't I just
stay home."  I knew when I said it that it was not going to work, but the
look my mom gave me just made me shut my mouth.

	"The whole point is so that Jake doesn't spend the holiday alone,
squirt," Nate said and his voice was sarcastic.  I would have shot him a
look, but I was too scared to make eye contact with him after everything
that had happened.

	"So, when do we leave?" I asked my mom, resigned.

	"You'll take the train the day after tomorrow," she said with a
smile.  I tried to smile back.  Fucking great.

				***
	Brett Michaels is the bane of my existence.  I don't know what to
do about him.  It's insane that there can be this one person in the world
who can make you melt just by being in the same room with you.  Since I was
twelve, he's done this to me.

	People look at me and think that I'm a big jock with a lot of girls
to pick from and an attitude.  So, I try to live up to that.  But I've
known since I was little that I'm gay.  It started with Jake.  We never did
anything with each other, but I think he was my first crush.  I just had
all sorts of mushy thoughts about him.  After awhile, those thoughts about
him just went away.  It was somewhere in there that everything about Brett
just began to appeal to me.

	I have this thing for little guys, and Brett is one.  He takes
after his mom's side of the family, because he's never going to make it
past 5' 7" at the most, he can't be more than 5'5" right now and he's
scrawny.  I swear, one of my belts could go around his waist twice.  I
could pick him up with one arm if I tried really hard and I've dreamt about
what I would do to him if I ever had the chance to actually put my arms
around him.

	I lay back on my bed and imagined the little green-eyed guy lying
with me.  My spine tingled.

	I was looking forward to this Christmas vacation thing.  I knew for
a fact that Jake spent half of his time down there holed up at his new
girlfriend's apartment, which was the real reason why he didn't want to
come home for Christmas.  His job as an intern only took up twenty hours a
week.  After classes, he spent all of his time with her.  That was fine
with me.  I had everything planned out.  I was going to make sure that Jake
felt no pressure to stick around and babysit us.  The fact that I was five
months younger than him was going to come in handy for once.  I couldn't
get into the 18 and over clubs that he and his girl liked to go to, so I
would have to stay behind with Brett.

	I don't know if the little guy was confused about whether he liked
girls or boys or what, but the fact that he creamed his pants just from my
foot on his cock was enough for me to know that I could get him to fool
around with me.

	I wasn't planning to "come out" or anything like that, but two
weeks with Brett would be enough time to store up a lot of memories...and
maybe even work the little guy out of my system.

			To be continued................
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I know. Where's Wade & Chris?  Sometimes, I might need a little break from
their intensity, so this one's a little less emotional, but don't worry, I
will be posting updates for them in a few days.  AND there is more of these
two on the way, too.

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