Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2008 12:46:58 -0500
From: Author Jonah <jonahauthor@gmail.com>
Subject: Teal Eyes

For those of you that don't know, my name is Jonah.  I am 6'2" 182lbs with
green eyes and short brown hair.  I am still in the closet for the most
part; I have told one friend and the guys I have been with know too, I
hope. . .

In any case the other night my buddy Sloan asked me to hang out with him
and go to this bar that was having an open mic night.  I am a bit of a
musician, I sing, play guitar, piano, and cello (I went to college for
voice and have taken music lessons since I was 6).  I don't really do
anything with music now because after I did my student teaching I realized
I would never want to teach kids.  I still sing when I can though, which
all of my friends and my parents are happy about because they think it's a
waist of talent for me to do nothing.  But I digress...

So Sloan asked me to hang out with him at some bar and told me to bring my
guitar with me.  I had no intention of performing for a bunch of drunk
people but he told me he wanted to do something and he needed my guitar.
Let me tell you a bit about Sloan, he has some musical skills but he isn't
great.  He actually wouldn't normally be the kind of guy you would think I
would hang out with: he is a big partier, (alcohol, pot, lots of girls,
etc.)  But he is also one of the most health conscious guys you will ever
meet.  He is just about a vegetarian, never eats fast food and does the
same work out as the guys in the movie 300 at least three times a week.  He
is also about as vulgar as they come but I think he is hilarious so I don't
mind it.  He is that friend that if you ever went to jail he would be in
there with you laughing his balls off.

So we get to the bar and find a table and he starts drinking "Bro, I am
getting fucked up tonight!  And one of these chicks will be dropping her
panties on my floor."  He yells, and all I can do is laugh. "Dude, I will
be right back.  I am going to go grab a drink and sign up for this open mic
shit. You want something?"

"Uhh, just like iced tea or something" I don't drink much, which he knows
and hates.

"Ok, one pussy drink for Jonah because he's got no balls." he smiles, flips
me off and disappears to grab another drink and sign up to perform.  So as
I sit there listening to some chick singing some whiny song that she wrote
I start looking around the room.  It's your typical mixed crowd of people
in there 20s, some with instruments and some just talking with friends.  As
I glance around the room one really hot guy catches my eye.  It was his
eyes... I don't know if you have ever seen them but some people (I have
only noticed them on guys, probably because I tend to only look at guys)
have these bright teal eyes.  They aren't quite blue or green and they
sparkle, I mean this guy's eyes lit up the room when you looked at them.
He had black hair and a cute face but I couldn't really check him out
anymore because I couldn't stop staring into his eyes.  Pretty dumb of me,
right?  Trying to be strait and staring at some guy like it my job.  It
must have been at least a minutes before I noticed him looking back at me
with a kind of "why are you staring at me" look.  Damn I felt stupid.
Ashamed and now bright red I try looking away and noticed him start to
laugh in the corner of my eye.

By this point the whiny chick has stopped singing about all of her problems
and is finally getting off the stage.  Where is Sloan I wonder?  It can't
take that long to get iced tea and a beer.  I get up and start to walk over
to the bar to look for him.  It doesn't take long to find him, he has
wedged himself between a group of girls and I arrive just in time to hear
"is about to sing, he is fucking amazing."

I tap him on the shoulder "Uhh, Sloan... who are you talking about?"

"Ladies, this is my man Jonah.  Dude needs a record deal; just wait till
you hear him."  Now I got it, he wanted me to sing for all the girls he
could find so he could take his pick.

"I thought you were going to sing tonight."

He laughs and turns to the girls "excuse us one moment ladies" He pulls me
away.  "Dude, don't be a cock block!  Just get up there and sing for these
chicks.  I already signed you up, you are going after this next fucker" he
points to the stage.  Holy shit, it's the hot guy with the eyes, and he is
playing the piano and singing.  Wait... pay attention, Sloan is trying to
make you his wing man again.

"Dude, what the fuck! I told you I didn't feel like singing tonight."  I
pleaded.  "And I have nothing ready."

"Fuck that, you know a million songs.  Sing that Yellow song, chicks get
hot when you sing that." He hands me my drink "just do this shit for me,
and I can owe you a rim job."  Before you think the wrong thing, that is
just one of his dirty Sloanisms.  According to his count I owe him about 20
rim jobs and he owes me like 5, I have never taken the time to check his
math.  "Now stop being a bitch and get up there.  Come on bro, I need to
get laid tonight its been like a week and you know how I get."

"I fucking hate you, dude."

"I love you too.  Now come say hi to these ladies."  Sexy eyes guy did two
songs while we chatted with the girls.  I don't know how but Sloan always
finds really hot girls everywhere he goes and some of them were getting
flirty with us.  After he got off the stage they called me up to sing and
Sloan led the girls in chanting my name.  I can't lie, I love performing
and Sloan knows it.  I didn't need much convincing to do this.

As he suggested I did a slightly rocked out version of Coldplays "Yellow"
by the end of the song I had the room singing along with me.  Damn it felt
good.  I followed it up with a U2 song "With or Without You" and by the end
people where either making out or crying.  Its awesome to see the effect
music has on different people.  Halfway through the song though I noticed
the guy with the eyes again, he was staring at me now. I noticed that he
was alone, sitting at his table with his gaze steady on me.  When I
finished my songs the crowd, lead by Sloan and the girls started shouting
for one more.  I looked back at the guy and he saw me looking and nodded at
me as if I should continue as well, how could I not?

So I broke out into my last song, Collide by Howie Day.  When I started it
was received by hollers from Sloan and I couldn't help but smile at what a
jack ass my friend was making of himself.  I couldn't help but let my eyes
drift back to that hot guy though and I noticed him smiling up at me.  He
was starting to get into the song like everyone else, foot taping head
nodding; it was kind of hot to watch him getting into it.  Having the
experience performing that I do I made sure to play to the room, but I sang
the song to him... every chance I had to glance at him I took.

When I finished up I walked off the stage and went to sit down with Sloan
and the girls.  The table met me with applause and I couldn't help but
smile like a dumb ass that just won a prize.  All the chicks needed to tell
me how good I was, especially this on girl sitting next to me; I think her
name was Beth or something like that.  I guess she was really into me, put
her hand on my thigh and whatnot and kept laughing at everything I said.
Sloan kept giving me stupid winks like he set it up or something.  "I need
to go to the bathroom quick.  I will be right back."  I said, needing to
get away from the table.

I went to the bathroom, finished up and washed my hands.  When I left Sloan
was outside waiting for me.  "So what do you think?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"That Beth chick, you gunna fuck her tonight?"  He asked with a shit eating
grin and punched me on the shoulder.

"Fuck her?"  I asked, with a surprised look on my face.  "I just met her
dude, why do you think she wants to sleep with me."  Damn, how am I going
to get out of this one?

"What the fuck does that have to do with anything?  She's got a hot ass and
you know the bitch is wet for you after hearing you sing.  Don't bitch out
like you always do and get it done."  I looked away and rolled my eyes.  He
grabbed my face and made me look at him. "Dude, I know you are shy, but you
need to get laid."

"Yeah bud, your right.  But I am just not feeling it tonight; I think I am
going to take off."  I said sheepishly.

"Why must you always fucking pull this shit?"

"I'm sorry Sloan, and thanks for trying but I--"

He cut me off before I could finish, "but you are a punk ass loser?
Seriously Jonah, you need to grow some balls and stop being such a fag."  I
sighed. I hate that word, especially when I am the one being called one.
"So how are you getting home?  I am not leaving yet."

"Don't worry about it; I will grab a cab or something.  If I have to I will
just walk or something."

"You are going to walk home with your Guitar?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Fuck dude, at least put it in my trunk so you don't need to worry about
it." He pulled out his keys and handed them to me.  "Go run and throw it in
the back and bring me back my keys.  I will drop it of to you tomorrow when
I tell you how I fucked these chicks and you can tell me how your walk
was."  He loves to try and make me feel worse to get his way.  I nod in
agreement and we walk back to the table.  "Ladies, I am sorry to tell you
but Jonah has to go now, he needs his beauty sleep for some meeting he has
in the morning with some music guys that might want to sign him.  So say
good night."  He sat back down and I went outside with my guitar to drop it
off like he said.

When I got back to the club the guy with the eyes had just came out and he
was stretching out.  I guess he might have been a little cramped in the
small building.  He stopped when he saw me and looked at me and smiled.
"Your name was Jonah, right?" He asked.  "You were singing with your
guitar?"

"Yeah, that's me" I smiled back. Holy shit was this guy talking to me?

"I watched you in there, you are really good."

"Thanks man.  Uhh, you went on before me right?  You were pretty good too.
I didn't catch your name though." I replied.

*** ok, I have been stuck here for a week now and haven't been able to
continue.  What should happen next? I have a few ways I can go with it but
I am not sure yet, so please send me your suggestions if you have some.  Or
if you think I should just give this story up and go to the next one.  If
you just came here for sex then I am sorry I didn't provide any with this
story yet but if you want some of my work you can check out my other two
stories in the gay/college section.  Helping my roommate relax and Jonah
and the Aussie are the two titles, they were both posted in the past month.

So if I should stop or continue let me know jonahauthor@gmail.com