Date: Fri, 22 Sep 2000 16:06:40 EDT
From: little_boy_blue@email.com
Subject: "Many Waters"  chapter-1    (young-friends)

Before any of you start reading the story I would like to add a little
special thanks!

    I would personally like to think Dan. A good friend to Me. Dan has helped
me in more ways than he'll ever know. For example editing my story.

    I would also like to think Bill Watts another person who has helped me a
lot. Bill if only you knew how just talking to me meant so much.
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  Before you read this story I thougt I would let you know that if you are
reading this story for a good hand job you should go elsewhere. This story is
one about love.

 Disclaimers:

      This story is not true. Although some of the stuff in the story did
actually happen this story was just made up.

      You should not read this story if you are not over 18, But I shouldn't
be writing this story now should I?

      If you insist on reading this story and you are not over 18 don't (get
caught).

     I hope you enjoy the story! :-)

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 chapter-1

 As I woke up I was suddenly reminded of my brother not being there. It was
hard to swallow the fact that my only brother wasn't there and my twin
brother to make matters worse.  Jamie and I have always had a good
brotherly relationship. I was the thinker and Jamie was the doer. Let me
take the time to introduce myself. My name is Dean Smith.  I'm 14 and have
a twin brother named Jamie. I'm 5'9 115 pounds. I have blond hair that just
barely goes down past my shirt collar and I have blue eyes. I won't waste
my time telling you what Jamie looks like because he's a spitting image of
me.

    Our parents got divorced when we were six . My mom got custody of us
because the judge did not want to separate us. So until last May it was
just Mom, Jamie, and me. In May my dad decided he wanted to have one of his
sons live with him so he wouldn't have to pay child support. I love my dad
but I am very angry at him for separating us. My dad only lives 20 miles
away and I get to see Jamie at least three times a week but it's not
enough. Jamie and I still shared a bed until he moved out. Jamie and I are
different in some ways but we aren't like most twins who try to be
different from their twin. I always wanted to be more like Jamie, and I was
in a way.  We look identical to each other, like the same kind of music,
and we are both gay.  One of the big differences is our instrument of
choice. I play piano and Jamie plays guitar. Our musical training started
when we were five. My grandmother started teaching us how to play the
piano.  When we were seven Jamie realized piano wasn't meant for him, and
my grandfather started teaching Jamie how to play the guitar. He also
taught me but I will never love guitar more than piano. Our grandfather was
a jazz musician from Tennessee, and our grandmother was a piano teacher who
teachs music at school.

  I figured it was time to get out of bed and get breakfast before mom
started getting mad. So I got out of bed and went to brush my teeth and
pulled my hair back. Jamie always spent more time with his hair than me. I
simply pull my hair back. Sometimes we would braid our hair but we only did
that when the other one wanted to.

  I figured mom was cooking waffles but as I went in the kitchen I could
not believe what was before my eyes, a real breakfast. Mom didn't say much
while I was eating.  But what was there to talk about? It's just another
Friday morning. Except this weekend I get to spend the weekend at my dad's.
For some reason I never got excited about visiting my dad until Jamie moved
in.

Our dad married a nice lady that we've known longer than he has. Our step
sister is 14 too but she's nine months older than us. We like our step mom
and step sister; they're cool. I think they know Jamie and I are gay but
they don't seem to mind.

   As I got off the bus I noticed Taylor and Brian standing in the same
spot they've stood in for the last three years, waiting for me. Taylor and
I are best friends and more. Brian was also a very close friend who was
like a brother to me. Except I didn't have sexual feelings for him. Brian
isn't ugly, not at all. In fact, he is very handsome. It's just in my eyes
nobody will ever turn me on more than Taylor.


  "Hey Dean" Brian said very enthusiastically. "Hey Brian. Hey Taylor," I
said in my normal high spirited attitude that is always brought on by
Fridays.  Before any of us could start some small talk the bell rang and we
headed off for class. We all three had the same first class.

  Finally one hour and 100 math problems later it was off to music (my
favorite class). My grandmother is the music teacher so I know before I get
in there what we are going to do. Today we got to learn some old
rock-n-roll classics including "Great Balls Of Fire" where I got to play
the piano. My grandmother would have but she is the only one at school who
can play Bass so she left playing the piano up to me.

 After what had to be the longest day in history the final bell rang and I
was off to the music room. Once I got there I fooled around on my
grandmother's guitar until she was ready to go. Once we were in the car she
asked about my day as usual.

 " So long day huh"
 " Yep "
 " It'll get better. Remember I'm taking you to your dad's," replied my
grandmother.
 " I hope so."

  As I got out of the car the person sitting on the front steps startled
me.  She ran right up to me and planted a kiss on my cheek. Who was it? you
ask. Of course it was none other than Amy (my sister's pain in the butt
friend). As we walked I silently prayed to God not to let her spend the
night. She is always flirting with Jamie. Jamie of course plays it off
nicely, but in reality he hates having girls flirt with him.

  Once I was in the house and away from Amy and my sister I pulled my
step-mom into the corner and asked her if Amy was spending the night.
   " 'fraid so hun," Glenda (my step-mom) replied in her sweet and innocent
country accent.

  Before I could even put my bag on the bed I was pinned to the floor.

  "Get off of me you queer," I tried to say but it was hard getting the
words out I was laughing so hard.

  "Who you calling a queer butt hole?" Jamie answered.
  "You dumby!"

 After an eternity of rolling on the floor and wrestling I asked him what
we were going to do about the Amy spending the night.

 " I don't know I guess you and Taylor have to watch your steps,"
 " Oh Yeah I forgot about Taylor coming over tonight,"
 " Yeah that's the only reason Amy can spend the night."
 " Is Brian coming over too?"
 " Yes,"
 " I guess this means no sex huh,"
 " Not necessarily we can just lock the door."

 Jamie and I sat in the living room for over an hour before the doorbell
rang. I got up to answer the door and who was there but my boyfriend and my
best friend.

 "Come in guys." They both rushed in and gave Jamie a hug. I decided that
before Taylor wanted a kiss I better tell him that Amy was here.

 He of course was disappointed at the news. But he didn't show it much. We
all went back to Jamie's room and locked the door not planning to come out
no matter what was wrong for the next hour. Because that of course was
going to be our play time.
                The end.

          to be continued!

Tanks for reading I hope you enjoyed! If you have any comments or ideas
please send them to me at little_boy_blue@email.com.