Date: Wed, 18 Nov 2009 03:45:10 +0100
From: zenaboy@hushmail.com
Subject: Zac In The Night - Chapter 1

WARNING: This is a FICTIONAL story that involves sexual relationships
and/or activity between varying preteen/teen/adult males. If you find this
story offensive (not only are you in the wrong place) but it is advised
that you do not read on. If it is illegal or morally wrong to read such
material in your location it is also advised that you do not read on. Enjoy
the story.


Zac In The Night


When the phone rings at 2am on a Saturday morning, your first instinct is
to ignore it. Then comes the `oh shit what if someone's died' feeling.
Followed by a sudden rush to grab a phone that you can't see because you
haven't actually opened your eyes yet. When you finally answer the phone,
if indeed you make it in time to, you get ready for that "Jack it's
... listen there's been an accident...".

My name's Jack Hastings and for me, this was not the case. When I finally
answered my phone all I heard was giggling. Childish giggling. Who on earth
would prank call me? Nobody knows him me.

"Jaaaaaaaaaaaacky" came the giggly voice on the other end.

"Yes? Who is this?" I replied slightly irritated.

"Don't be mad okay? It's Zac your BFF (followed by more giggling) I
neeeeeeeed your help". As I heard that I snapped awake in a millisecond. It
was him, the boy I can't stop thinking about, my brother's girlfriend's
son. Since I met him a few weeks before, he was all that would occupy my
brain, and here he was on my phone calling me for help!

"Hey little man what's up?" I replied trying to sound cool but failing
miserably.

"I'm stuck" Zac replied in a toddler tantrum arms crossed kind of way.

"What up a tree?" I hit back trying to be funny, again not one of my strong
points. Fortunately Zac was in an odd mood and found this hilarious.

"No you dipstick, look can I trust you? You won't tell my mum nothing
right?" asked Zac a bit more seriously, then followed with "'cos you love
me to pieces right?"

"Erm okay I promise to keep it between me as long as it's not something
like you're dying because I don't think I'd be able to not tell your mother
that one."

"I'm not dying dipstick, I went to a party at my mates and well the
neighbours called the police, so we ran for it and my mates have gone home
but I can't go home `cos, well, I can't" replied Zac.

"Okay so you need a lift then?" I asked.

"Well kinda yeah but... yeah" Zac replied hopefully, but cutting off
leading me to believe there was more.

"Okay I don't see why not where are you now?"

"You know that place with the massive statue and the metal lions you can
sit on?" asked Zac.

"Trafalgar Square?"

"Yep I'm there on a lion" replied Zac quite proud that I'd got it from his
description that quickly.

"Okay I'll be there in ten to fifteen minutes, okay? Don't talk to anyone
and try to stay out of sight of police and such or they're going to take
you home and you'll have a lot of explaining to your mum to do. If they
come up to you say you went to a concert and your friends left you and your
dad is on his way to pick you up. Do you want me to stay on the phone until
I get there?"

"You're clever Jack thanks for coming to get me, erm nope I don't have any
battery so I wanna save it for when you get here in case you can't find me"
said Zac.

"Okay stay safe lil man."

And that was how I ended up driving at 2am to pick up the boy of my dreams
from Central London. Fortunately I didn't live too far away and as I'm sure
most of you will know, when your boy calls for help you don't exactly ease
off the gas.



I first met Zac at some party his mother was throwing for her work. He was
introduced to me along with his younger siblings and was as most 11 year
olds would be, quite uninterested in meeting me. I was however quite the
opposite. I'm not exactly a boylover. I mean I've never done anything with
a boy, and when I rarely do go on dates it's with a guy my age. If I'm
looking online at porn it'll be legal, it's just the occasional fantasy
when you see a cute slightly underage boy one day walking down the street
and your mind drifts a little into what he would be like to hold and love.

This was completely different. I think my heart literally stopped the
second I saw him. He was normal height for an 11 year old maybe a little
bit younger looking. His hair was cut in a typical `MySpace sweeping
fringe' style not quite emo as it didn't cover half his face but neatly
styled so that it framed around his perfect face. A sun-kissed blonde,
bleached in the summer days. His eyes were sapphire blue, literally the
brightest I've ever seen and his mouth was small and delicate with fine red
lips and completely straight pearl-white teeth. To put it in lame terms he
was exactly what you'd expect to see on a massive billboard for H&M / Ralph
Lauren kidswear etc. Not only that but he was stylishly dressed in bright
white skinny jeans, white plimsolls, a tight purple T-shirt and silver dog
tags. I had never seen anyone so beautiful and by the looks of it neither
had all the other girls in the room.

So being the anti-social, non-dancing, non-drinking loser that I was I
pulled up a bar stool and blended myself into the wallpaper. As much as I
tried not to obviously stare at him the entire night, I could only control
my gaze so much. It seemed every girl in the room from the little ones
running around him giggling to the slightly older bringing him sneaky
alcoholic drinks, were deeply in love with him, and why not? After all he
was the perfect specimen of boy. You could see jealousy mixed with
admiration in the other boys' eyes as they also followed him around trying
to get in on his popularity. As I watched him it made me feel a little sad
that my life was so different. I often wondered what it would be like to
have been popular as a kid, having everyone lust after you. Nobody paid me
any attention when I was young, but then again I wasn't cute, I didn't have
any friends, and I never did anything interesting. Still makes you look
back and think about either what it would have been like to firstly be like
him or second just to know him and be an age where it was okay to chase
around after him.

Shortly after, two boys arrived. I say boys they were around 15-16ish both
very good looking and then I did a double-take as I noticed they were
holding hands with each other. Everyone greeted them and from their body
language it was clear to say they were both out of the closet gay kids and
weren't ashamed or anything. And by the looks of it, they were very
accepted in this group of people. It turned out they were the kids of one
of Zac's mother's friends and already knew Zac. Within minutes they were up
by the music dancing away with him grabbing him and grinding against him.
Nobody seemed to care, especially Zac himself. He was completely unphased
by the fact that two gay teenagers were grinding up against him and groping
him. In fact he seemed quite pleased with himself. The girls as much as
they tried to hide it were clearly annoyed, but at risk of social suicide
carried on attempting to casually get near him when they could. It was
clear to see that the amount of alcohol he had already consumed was having
an effect on him and I wondered if had he been sober, he may have been a
bit more conservative about dancing with two camp teenagers. They clearly
wanted him, and I felt a bit of a need to protect him from them; but then I
gave myself a reality slap and reminded myself who I was, and the fact that
I didn't know any of these people or their history. They may be best
friends for all I know. Zac might even be gay in fact. It's not uncommon
for kids these days to come out at school at such early ages. In fact when
I left school I was talking to someone in the year below me and they said a
Year 8 boy and a Year 9 girl had both come out as gay and lesbian. Sadly
for the girl it hadn't gone down too well, but the boy had become one of
the most popular in his year group.

Whilst in this little daze I realised that the boy of my dreams was now in
fact stood less than a metre away from me.

"Hey man" he said. My heart stopped at the fact he was actually talking to
me and I briefly forgot that I hadn't actually camouflaged myself into the
wallpaper. After a little stuttering I managed to nod a response and a `hi
buddy' back.

"How comes you aren't dancing?" he asked inquisitively as if it was the
strangest thing in the world.

"Well I could make up something about having a major injury from my
appearance on Dancing With The Stars but to be honest the real reason is, I
just suck" I said trying to be funny. Why do I always come up with the
stupidest things? Whether he was just being polite or was laughing at me
I'm unsure, but he giggled back.

"Well you if you're so cool can you help me out?" he asked.

"Okay what does it involve?" I replied not even questioning that I would
already do anything for him.

"Well the girls were getting me drinks, ya know with vodka and shit. But
they're kinda pissed about them boys dancing with me and I don't wanna like
ask them to get me something `cos then I sound dumb, can you maybe get me
something good?" he asked angelically showing his puppy dog eyes. I nodded
not really thinking of the consequences and got him a vodka and coke,
having a quick check to make sure nobody was paying any attention to me.
Then I subtly handed it over to him. I expected him to run off back to his
crowd as he had used me for what he wanted, but shockingly he jumped up and
sat on the counter next to me and engaged in conversation. I didn't read
into it though he was probably just buttering me up for more drinks later.
We idly chatted for a bit about him, obviously, when there was a brief
pause and I thought he was going to leave, he instead came out with:

"You're gay aren't you?"

I almost choked on my drink which was completely unflattering and
embarrassing in front of my perfect angel. He didn't laugh this time just
looked up at me inquisitively. I took a breath and nodded. For some reason,
even though I'd watched him dance with two gay teens for the past hour, I
expected him to either be disgusted or take the piss. Neither of which he
did.

"See those guys over there the blonde ones?" he asked subtly pointing at
the two gay teen boys. I nodded.

"They're gay too, d'ya like em? I can like try and set you up if you want?"
he explained.

"I think they're a bit, you know, out my league little guy but thanks
though". He seemed to understand what I meant and didn't question it. Sadly
he then came out with,

"But they're sluts they'll sleep with anyone they probably won't say no to
you" he replied and then realised what he'd said. I guess my face showed a
bit of hurt, even though I completely agreed with him about needing to be
complete sluts in order to lower themselves to my level. He grabbed my
hand.

"Wait I didn't mean it like that, I don't mean you're ugly I meant..." he
trailed off and just went with apologising. Clearly as he didn't have
anything else to say as an excuse, that is exactly what he had meant, but I
understood and who was I to make a boy feel bad about alerting me of my
inequalities that already made me so self-conscious.  Again he apologised
and then looked at his feet. An awful silence broke out. I decided to help
him out.

"I think you're friends want you back," he looked up at them and they were
waving him to come over. He nodded and then quietly wandered over to them.
Within a few minutes he was back to his original self and probably wouldn't
have even remembered who I was. Although he kept catching my eye. I was too
depressed to even care about people noticing me staring at him now. So when
he looked over, which seemed to be getting more frequent our eyes would
meet and he'd smile apologetically at me. I would smile back with a `it's
okay, don't worry about it, I'm used to it' kind of look whilst still a
little sad. At the start of a new song he came over.

"Come and dance with me... please?" he asked. I looked at him shocked. I
instantly shook my head, a lot like a child would just before going into
the dentist whilst being dragged in. It seemed completely odd that an 11
year old boy was role reversing me into acting this way. There was no way
in hell I could get up and dance with him in front of all of these people.

"I can't, really, you dance I'll watch." I tried.

"You've been watching me all night," he said giggling. Zac grabbed my hand
and attempted to pull me towards the dance floor. Fortunately he didn't
pull that hard and I was able to stay on my stool. I felt a little awkward
that he had noticed my staring though. He tutted under his breath and then
went back to dancing. I felt bad for turning him down but I couldn't face
doing such a thing. I realise everyone would have seen it as harmless but
when you've suddenly fallen deeply in love with an 11 year old boy for the
first time, rationalisation is not a strong point. I decided to get him
another drink as an apology, although what I was actually apologising for I
was unsure. Another vodka and coke, I placed on the side counter next to
me, waited for him to catch my eye and pointed at the drink. He beamed a
massive smile and started to come over. When he got there I said `sorry'
and then proceeded to the toilet at the risk of him asking me to dance
again.

As I came back he was back with his friends, this time with a girl about
his age and a song which I'm guessing he liked came on. It was, I believe,
a Lady Gaga song. As soon as they heard it they both screamed and the girl
grabbed Zac's hand and ran him over to a nearby table. They both climbed up
onto the big table and began singing and gyrating their hips, far too
erotically for 11 year olds. They were really going for it and would have
given some experienced pole dancers a run for their money. Everyone sort of
looked on slightly awkwardly, slightly applauding the show before them, and
when the girl whisked Zac's shirt off over his head everyone whistled. This
just spurred Zac on even more and he went into ultra sex mode and was
grinding all over the place and rubbing himself in most inappropriate
places. He was clearly very drunk. I managed to see his mother's facial
expression who surprisingly just rolled her eyes as if she was used to it
and carried on with her in depth conversations. When the song finished they
bowed and jumped down, the gay teen boys quickly surrounded him and
continued the erotic dancing groping his now bare torso.  I slightly side
tracked thinking about him in my mind, and when I refocused he was stood
right in front of me, glistening in boy sweat and still shirtless. His
torso was exquisite, tanned from the summer with tiny nipples, no baby fat
whatsoever and the beginnings if not more of a sexy six pack.

"I don't care if you can't dance I wanna dance with you and it's my party
so nuh" and he stuck his tongue out at me jokingly. "Plus everyone's too
drunk to notice, they didn't care about how I just danced so they're not
gonna care about you" he continued. It wasn't his party and we both knew it
but it was cute the way he used his initiative. He clearly wasn't taking no
for an answer and he took my hand and grudgingly I followed him to the edge
of the dance floor. Fortunately a song I slightly new came on and I was
able to bounce along to it a little bit. The whole time he giggled and
smiled at me, and then even turned around and pressed himself up against my
front wrapping my arms around him, my hands on his bare sides. At this
point the world and his wife could have been watching and I couldn't have
cared right at that moment, I was dancing with a half naked boy of my
dreams and he wasn't complaining. Sadly although the world and his wife
weren't watching, the two gay teens were, and they weren't happy about this
little collaboration. They swiftly cornered me.

"Err what the fuck is ... that!" One of them said in disgust pointing at me
and talking as if I was a pile of dog shit on his shoe.

"Do you wanna get your filthy hands off our boy" the other said talking to
me with a bitchy queen scowl on his face.

"God Zac where did you find this piece of trash look at him he's like the
anorexic version of Shrek, who never heard of daylight, dances like a tree
and oh my god look at his outfit HID-EEE-OUS!" With that they grabbed me
and shoved me off my boy.

"Get your fucking hands off him you disgusting old fucking troll, even if
you were remotely good looking, you're still way past it you might as well
just go kill yourself." It seemed like the only people in the world now
were us four. Zac stood there awkwardly, the teens looking like they were
almost about to spit at me in disgust, and me, my heart feeling like it'd
been machine gunned into a million pieces. I felt sick. And yet I agreed
with everything they said. I had to go and never come back. They were
right, I was hideous and I didn't deserve to be anywhere near that boy or
any boy ever again. As tears filled my eyes I made eye contact with Zac for
the briefest second and then turned and walked briskly out of the room, out
of the house and into the garden. I expected everyone to be silent and
watching, yet not one person had noticed the commotion going on in the
corner and I left the room without arousing any form of interest.  I sat on
the wall outside of the large farmhouse, trying to get my breath back and
recompose myself before I just got in my car and drove off the nearest
cliff. I tried to convince myself that nothing had changed, nothing would
have ever happened with Zac and I. Nobody noticed, nobody would ever know.
I just needed to go home, remember who I was and that I would be alone
forever and that's just how it was always going to be. As I stood up to go
and find my car, I heard the crunching of gravel under some running paced
feet.

"Jack? Jack? Where are you man? Don't go, come back, please?"

He saw me and ran for me putting both hands on my wrists when he reached
me.

"Don't listen to them they're dicks they were just jealous `cos I let you
touch me and they think I'm theirs. I'm sorry about what they said, none of
it's true you're not old and you're not ugly I think you're awesome and I
really liked dancing with you, please be okay?"

I don't know if it was just all of the emotion of the moment or the fact
that I just wanted to be anywhere but where I was at that moment, but I
started to cry. Not uncontrollably and pathetically, just silently. Tears
rolling calmly down my cheeks as I sat back down on the wall and put my
head in my hands. Then I felt a little arm go around the back of my neck,
and another around the front of my waste, and I realised I was being held
by my angel. He didn't need to come out here, and even if he felt bad he
could have got away with just saying what he had and gone back inside
having done `the right thing'. But here he was, staying, comforting me.
Repeating that it was all okay and that none of it was true. It seemed to
last forever but in reality probably only about two or three minutes. I
sighed as he pulled away, and gave him a weak smile. I apologised for my
breakdown to which he smiled and squeezed my hand. He double checked I was
okay and then asked me to come back inside. I informed him that I needed to
go home, I didn't particularly feel like seeing those boys again, and that
I'd rather just go unnoticed. He seemed to understand and didn't argue. He
gave me another hug and then waved and walked back to the house. I watched
him walk and as he went he turned and asked if he could add me on Facebook.
I nodded and smiled. Just as he went to leave again he turned and giggled.

"Thanks for watching me all night" and winked at me. Then he ran back into
the house. Somehow after all of the insults from those bitchy teens, I
managed to go home with a smile on my face.



So that was how Jack met Zac. There will be a bit more history in the next
chapter about getting to know him and then the story will return to the
phone call from the beginning of this story. I hope you like it so far and
btw I am not Jack and he bears no similarities to me, comments can be sent
to zenaboy @ hushmail dot com.