Date: Thu, 6 Jun 2002 02:58:00 EDT
From: XYwyldchylde@aol.com
Subject: Dear Diary Series part 4

Dear Diary
(c) 2002 Mychyl Kime (KimeNet Corp.)

	This is a work of fiction, depicting teenage males in romance
and/or sexual positions. The people depicted in this story (to the best of
the author's knowledge) do NOT exist... in the rare case that they're based
on real people, the names HAVE been changed... not so much as to protect the
innocent as to spare the poor people listed within the unnecessary fame this
story might bring to them... not that I'm saying lots of people will read
this, or even people where I've lived, but there's always a slight chance...
And these events are, for the most part, all the imagination of the author,
although I've seen the events depicted many, many times. And by the way, the
places used within do exist, and are easily as evil as depicted herein...

	If you are under 18 years of age (or whatever the legal age in your
area is) you must leave. Of course, I can't very well make you leave... but
if you choose to stay, DON'T GET CAUGHT! It is neither my fault, nor the
fault of this wonderful site, if you get caught running around here.

	Also, if you are repulsed by the concept of homosexual romance
and/or sex, please feel free to leave at any time. In fact, now would be a
good time. But hey, it's your call, of course... I can't make you leave,
either... but if you choose to stay, feel free... who knows, you might even
change your mind! My only question is: why are you here if that's the case?

	This is a new story, completely independent of my older work; if
you are interested in that, it's in HighSchool/The_Dance. And please, do
not ask if The Road Ahead will be completed. It will not.

	Each chapter will be prefaced by a piece of the song "Dear Diary",
(c) 2000 Britney Spears, from her album "Oops... I Did It Again". I make
no misrepresentations to my ownership or rights to this song; however, I
am certain that Ms. Spears (or should I say, the future Mrs. Timberlake?)
would not be so petty as to sue me for usage of this song on a free forum,
where I can gain no profit from using it.

	Please feel free to email me with your comments/suggestions. My
email is: XYwyldchylde@aol.com.

	And now, without further delay:



-*-	Chapter 4	-*-


	"Dear Diary... today I saw that boy
	 As he walked by, I thought he smiled at me..."
		-B. Spears, "Dear Diary"


	Afterwards, it was safe to say I didn't expect that
I could ever be quite that happy again. Not that I was really
all that worried, since I knew that I'd still be happy with
him, no matter what happened... it's just that, when he
finally pulled out of me, it felt like a piece of me was
missing again. And this time, I knew it was missing, so I
was able to mourn its loss... and, of course, look forward
to the next time I felt quite so complete.

	Little did I know just how long that wait might turn
out to be...

	We took a quick shower, more to rinse off the
combined slime from our cum and the lube than for any real
need for cleanliness... after all, we HAD already taken a
shower. But hey, when in doubt. I lathered him up first,
taking special care to get everywhere... and I DO mean
everywhere...

	I started with his strong neck, then moving quickly
to his hard chest and perfect six-pack abs, rubbing in slow
circles over his body, him enjoying every minute of it, if
the look on his face was any indication... he moaned weakly
when I rubbed my hand gently yet teasingly up and down his
still semi-hard shaft, which started growing again. From
the looks of it, I might have a chance to be complete again
sooner than I'd realized! But no, I decided to be good and
just clean him off, rubbing his balls gently between my
fingers before moving on... his perfectly muscular legs,
covered very lightly in the softest hair... his beautiful
feet... then, back up his legs, over his smooth, perfect
ass, up his muscular back, down along his arms. I pulled
down the showerhead, spraying him off in the semi-mist that
came out, then put it back up, thus giving the unspoken
signal that it was his turn.

	He took the same route as I, his every touch seeming
to set fire to my entire body, his every stroke like a
quick orgasm to my senses. He traced deliberately slowly
down my chest, flicking my nipples a few times more than
he really needed to... not that I, of all people, was
complaining. He slowly traced his way down my smooth chest
and stomach, passing through my very slight gathering of
pubes to play with me a bit, getting me rock hard... not
that it took much effort, coming from him... then down my
hairless legs, tracing symbols into my legs with his short
fingernails and the soap, clearly getting as much pleasure
from it as I was, caressing my feet, then back up the
reverse, moving slowly the entire way, rubbing his fingers
greedily within my crack, pressing his fingers against my
hole, a couple of fingers finding their way inside my ass,
drawing a deep moan from me as I shuddered against his
fingers, trying to draw them as deep within me as possible.
He pulled back, then, tracing his way up my spine, sending
goosebumps and shivers throughout my body. Then, next came
the water, and we were done, each of us grabbing a towel
and rubbing the other down with it.

	Finally, exhausted further from the shower after, we
returned to my room, not tired enough to sleep, but too
tired to really do anything else, so we just silently and
mutually agreed to lay together on the bed, cuddling and
simply enjoying each other's company... no words were said,
none were needed, our physical contact being all we really
needed to communicate our feelings of love back and forth.
His head lay peacefully on my shoulder, and I realized that
it really, really didn't get any better than this, ever.
THIS was what love felt like. And I'd do anything to keep
from ever losing this peaceful, wonderful feeling...

	The day passed with us not doing much, just lying
together, revelling in each other's company, while day
turned to night. Funny, love doesn't stop time... but it
sure does seem to make you wish you could, doesn't it?

	Next thing I knew, it was the following morning...
and wouldn't you guess it, that made it Monday. School.
*insert retching noises here*

	As you could probably tell, I was much less than
eager to subject myself to the ritualistic brainwashing
that the wonderful country of the U. S. of A. called
the school system. But hey, you can't get the big jobs
with the big bucks without school (or so they always
claimed), so for the sake of a future in which I was
filthy rich, I decided to forgo my predisposition for
boycotting schooling in favor of actually attending.
Now and then, that is... after all, if I was there too
much, they might take my presence for granted. And we
couldn't have THAT, now could we?

	I gently roused my beautiful beau from his sleep
with a gentle kiss, which he returned once his eyes
were open enough to take in when and where we were.

	"Morning, sleepyhead," I chided him gently,
pulling on him to get him up... though another part of
him was up already, and obviously yearning for my
attention... but, unfortunately, a quick glance at the
clock proved that we didn't have time, unless we cut
first period... and unlike me, Kevin wasn't the kind
of guy to miss class. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's
a sweetheart, and a rebel on his own terms, but when it
came to school, very little was more important than
that. Including, but not limited to, his sexual
gratifications.

	"God, what time is it?" he mumbled in his husky,
'I-just-woke-up-and-DAMN-I-wish-I-didn't' voice, trying
to squint at the clock... but, apparently failing,
looked imploringly to me to translate the strange
symbols his unfocused eyes saw.

	"7:45," I answered, already in motion, grabbing
what I'd wear to school... black 'beater, black Jnco
shorts, sandals. Pretty basic gear, since during the
day it could get hot as hell, and I didn't feel like
either baking in the sun wearing jeans, or boiling
and dripping sweat... same attire, though. He groaned
a little, out of sheer need to NOT move, but after a
few ignored attempts to convince me to let him sleep,
he hoisted himself out of bed delicately, making his
way for my bathroom, and most probably for the shower
within. Good idea, my mind agreed, as I followed him
in, both by choice and by my body's automatic pilot.

	We jumped quickly into the shower, adjusting
the water from the 'iceberg' motif to the 'tropical
rainforest' motif as fast as the temp would change,
us being in too much of a hurry to really fool around,
though we exchanged more than a few looks... heavy
staring, actually, would be the appropriate term...
and I knew that, if we had time, we'd be all over
each other, right then and there. Another reason I
had to hate school: it was ruining my personal life
already, and I'd only just developed a decent enough
personal life for me to give two shits one way or
the other.

	Sooner than either of us would've liked, the
shower was over, and we were throwing clothes on,
hiding the objects of each other's desires... though
I still didn't understand why he'd desire me. But
hey, it gave me access to the object of my desire, so
I wasn't about to go around complaining about the
situation now.

	Once fully dressed, we stayed right inside the
front door a full five minutes (or longer, it was
probably longer) locked in a deep, passionate kiss.
After all, we knew we wouldn't have another chance
until school got out, what with the popular vote
being anti-gay and all in our school... hell, in
our whole town.

	Finally breaking the kiss, we headed out the
front door, both of us going to his car, since we
decided, by mutual consent, to ride together to
school that day. And the next. And so on, and so
on, ad infinitum... or, well, until the end of the
school year, at least. I mean, sure, HE wouldn't be
out of school yet... but since he was jumped forward
a year, he'd only have to suffer one year there
after I broke free from the dismal prison we liked
to call school. I jumped in, he fired up the car,
and we were on our way to what could've been either
the best or the worst day in our high school career.


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Whoo! There's Chapter 4... of how many? I'm not sure yet... kinda
depends on how long it takes me to finish the song quotes. Don't
worry, though... if there's still story left to be told after the
song's over, I'll keep it going, even if I have to change the
story's name to make it work.

But, let's not worry about that just yet... we've got more of
Dear Diary to look forward to, after all.

Thanx to the emails I've gotten so far... it looks like my
work's appreciated still, even after my hiatus, and thanx to
my old and new fans alike for writing... and don't worry, if I
haven't answered your letter yet, I'm gonna check as soon as I'm
done writing this, to make sure I'm not missing anyone.

As far as the next chapter, I'm not making any promises as to
how soon it'll be out, but I'd be greatly surprised if it takes
more than a couple of days... I'm running on my old high school
schedule now (amazing I remembered it, after these 4 long years)
and should get SOME writing done daily, if not enough for a
chapter or two.

Anyways, keep the emails coming, both with positive and negative
stuff, as well as suggestions. If I'm doing something wrong, tell
me! Letters that summarily say "You suck" will be incinerated,
by the way... but I enjoy and appreciate constructive criticism,
as well as possible suggestions for the future... and the cast
WILL be expanding, for those worried about it... I've got a
couple of special guests to add to the story before too long,
after all...

Have fun and be safe, and I hope to see you all back soon!

-X- Mychyl -X-