This is a story of friendship, commitment, love and trust. It is not a sex story. However, this story deals with love between two male teenagers. If you are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this story. There will be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the main theme. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to read this story where you live, don't read it. Reproducing this story for distribution without the owner's permission is a violation of that copyright.

West Fargo



How could I hate Ian, it's just he does things with good intentions and they just seem to backfire. He's a good writer and the best friend either of us could have.

Riding beside me is the person I love. We are riding through the streets of Paris dodging in and out of traffic. Any second Alex will guess where we are going, but I want to keep it a secret until then. Papa told me that what I'm about to do is similar to something he and Michael did - it just sounded so romantic. I want us to remember this day forever - it will be the where Alex and I had our first kiss! And it is where I want to ask a very special question.

"Jason, I know where you're going! Avenue Anatole! I love you! Race ya!" and with that he took off.

See what did I tell you.

We raced! Alex won, but only because I had to dodge a pedestrian!

"You are the greatest! So, special, if I were to take everything that is good in the world without the bad I would have to call it Jason!"

"Come on, let's go!" I said grabbing his hand and running for the elevator.

"We need tickets!"

"Got 'em!"

We got in line for the elevator.

"You have tickets?" he asked

"Yes," I said, "Alex, I knew this day would come when I told you how I feel about you. Papa told me about a hiking trip he and Michael took and where they fell in love and had their first kiss. This is Paris, no mountains, so then I thought of here. See up there at the top, le sommet, that's where I want my first kiss from you. Anyway, the day after Papa told me his story I came here and bought the tickets. I carried them with me everyday since then in hopes of using them. If you hated me I'd simply ride up to the top two times! Then jump off!" I laughed.

He looked at me with his beautiful dimpled face. "You are so romantic, I could kiss you now, but I won't because I want this to be a special moment too."

As the elevator carried us to the top of Eiffel Tower, my heart beat faster. I was so nervous. Would this kiss turn out to be just a kiss, you know like one you get from your Mom? I had never French kissed anyone before. What am I supposed to do? What if I screw it up? What if I'm too embarrassed! The higher we rose the more doubtful I got. Alex looked at me, I forced a smile. What if he doesn't like the way I kiss? Oh God, what if I have bad breath or he does? Have I eaten any garlic today? I can't remember! This is a mistake! Oh, God! Look how high we are! What if the elevator breaks!

The elevator stopped, people started getting out. I was frozen to the spot!

"Come on Jason," said Alex.

"I-I can't," I said. I was beginning to hyperventilate. "Alex, I wanna go back down!"

"Okay, just relax. You're hyperventilating ! Give me your hand."

I did.

He held it so gently until I relaxed, then he yanked me out of the elevator. He tripped, falling backwards and I landed on top of him.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded my head and got up. He took my hand and led me over to the least populated side of the platform.

I almost couldn't believe the view of Paris! It was breath taking! We just looked out. He was holding my hand.
Five minutes past without a word.

"Are you scared of heights?"

"Not usually. No the view is great! It's a really beautiful day," I replied, "Everything is so beautiful! Look how far you can see! It's really fantastic! Great! Wow! Look! We live over there! I don't see the hotel, too many other buildings!"

"Then what are you scare of right now?"

I fell silent for a moment. I didn't want to start crying, not now, not at this moment. I looked back over the city. It really was a perfect day. I turned and looked at him.

"Me, you, everything," I said hardly above a whisper. "Alex, all I've ever done is fantasized about kissing, but excluding occasional pecks on the cheek, I've never kissed anyone. I wanted today to be so special for you and for me! What if I screw it up? What if I.."

Alex leaned his head forward and gently brushed his lips against mine. Then again.


"Ssh!" he whispered as he put his hand behind my head and pulled me closer. Our lips touched as he gave me such gentle sweet kisses, "I (kiss) love (kiss) you (kiss)".

It seemed my body knew what to do as our lips pressed together and our tongues began to mingle, not fight, not duel, just simply and gently mingle. Despite the fact that there were hundreds of people around us, I felt alone with Alex. This was, is and always will be the finest moment of my life. A memory that will last forever. The sensations, the emotions, the love that we felt. Alex was my life and I was his life and it was now we and us, not him and me.

To be continued...

Any comments appreciated! Later, wf