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



"Adrianna, I got the job!" I said excitedly as we met. She smiled and we hugged. "What you're not pleased?" I queried.

"Of course I am. It's just that I shall miss you," she said then leaned close and whispered in my ear, "Especially at night when I'm in bed." She gave me a peck on the cheek and giggled because I was blushing bright red.

"You are so mean!" I laughed, "You must come and visit me in Paris after I get settled in, you promise?"

"Yes, Alex, I promise. When are you going?"

"Tomorrow afternoon, the train leaves at 1:30. Will you come see me off? Father will be at work and the two pigs will still be stuffing themselves. Pleeze! "

"Yes, why don't you pack your stuff and bring it over; you can spend the night with me." She dramatically sighed, "Our last night together..."

"You never know I just might get a hardon and make it your first satisfying night!" I laughed.

"Oh! Promises, promises!"

We ended up going to a movie and out to eat that night. I guess most guys would agree that Adrianna is a babe. We've known each other since we were babies; she's always been by best bud and I've always been her best friend. We bike, fence, and rollerblade. She hates soccer, but comes to all my games and I always go to her swim meets.

When I was fourteen it hit me like a tons of bricks that I was gay. I thought that it was the end of my life. I felt all alone in the world. I remember the day I came out to her.

"Alexis! Wait up!" she yelled. I stopped and waited because I knew if I ran she'd catch up with me. She's always been faster than me.

"What do you want Adrianna? I'm in a hurry!" I said in a perturbed manner.

"You're avoiding me!"

"Am not, I just have a lot of homework and housework to do. The pigs won't do it." I replied defensively.

"Good, I'll help you do your housework and then you can come over and do your homework".

There was no use in arguing with her, I never win. Later, after my homework was done, she looked at me and demanded "So, what's wrong?"

I just looked at her, my bottom lip began to quiver, my eyes welled up with water and overspilled down my cheeks. "I can't tell you, Adrianna. Please don't make me tell you. Please!" I cried.

Adrianna had seen me cry when I got hurt as a kid but never from my emotions running away with me. She pulled me into a tight hug and I laid my head on her shoulder and wept.

"Is this something about me? Have I done something wrong? Have I done something to hurt you?" she asked.

"No. Never you. It's, it's me"

"Then tell me, Alexis, tell me."

"I can't. I just can't"

"Alexis, we've never had secrets from each other Please tell me what's wrong!" she begged and held me tight.

"I am what's wrong. It's me, me! I'm wrong! I'm not normal. I'm different! It's wrong!" My world was collapsing and I held on to her tight. "Oh God! I don't want to be this way!"

She let me cry for a while, I knew she was thinking and trying to guess.

"Alex, you are and always be my friend; you will always be special to me. You are physically the most attractive boy in this village. You are so smart, so kind, so giving and you're just plain fun. You can walk into a room and suddenly people are happier, more alive. So there is nothing I don't love about you. A few years ago I would dream about being your wife, but that will never happen, will it?"

She knew. How I didn't know. She was magic.

"No. Never, because I'm ..."

She finished my sentence "gay."

"Yes," I said in a whisper.

She pulled away from me, took my chin and made me look at her. "Alexis Schamberg, I love you, I always have and I always will, you don't think I noticed that you're always eyeing a good looking boy? That you've never tried to make out with me? I'm not that ugly! I think the librarian thinks I'm a lesbian because I wanted to find out about gays, in case you were and needed my help," she laughed and I burst into tears again from the relief and also from just knowing how much she cared for me.

We've talked a lot since then about my sexuality and hers, about boys. I always have to approve her dates. We sleep together quite often sometimes even in the nude - it does our reputation good. We've never had sex or done anything sexual except once she wanted to see me wank; so I did. I was sort of embarrassed, but she insisted. She had to give me a copy of her Playgirl magazine for doin' it!

I finally accepted my sexuality even though I'm pretty much still in the closet. I am a nineteen year old gay boy and still a virgin. Pretty bad, huh?

It's just that I want my first time to be with someone who I really love and who will love me forever!

Adrianna and I spent most of the night lying in bed talking about old times, laughing and sometimes crying. It was really hard for me to leave, but I wanted to find love and Paris being the romance capitol of the world, I hoped my luck would change.

I woke at 10 with Adrianna in my arms. She open her eyes and smiled, "Nope! I'm not pregnant." We laughed. The house was empty so we both got up and when to the bathroom. While she sat and tinkled I turned on the shower and pissed in the shower. She smiled.

"Sorry, Adrianna, I have to piss! I can't wait for you to tinkle in the toilet!"

"Fine, but that's not what I'm smiling about."

"Then, what? My sleek five foot nine inch body, my butt? What? Ah! I know it's my beautifully wrapped, seven inch - when it's hard, penis!"

She laughed.

"No, your hair. It's always a mess in the morning. God, I'm going to miss you!" she said and the tears began to roll down her cheeks. She stood up and I took her in my arms and we embraced each other. We stood like that for about two minutes. Then took our shower in silence.

Six months later...

I love biking, it keeps me fit and it is the main way I get around Paris. I live in a dumpy hotel on the left bank. When I'm not working I spend a lot of time with my two friends, Ian Roberts and Sven Petersen.

"Hey! Alex, what are you doing here? You get fired?" Ian asked.

"'fraid not, Brit. It's a comp day, I'll have a croissant and an espresso, garcon," I said in a condescending tone of voice.

He mouthed the words 'fuck you!'

I puckered my lips at him. He laughed.

I had almost told both Ian and Sven that I was gay, but they are always telling jokes about gays and making nasty comments which really hurts my feelings, but I hide it well. Ian is an 'aspiring writer', so he says and Sven is a sculptor; I've seen some of his work and it's really good, but he is really lazy. He comes from a wealthy Swedish family.

I was chatting with Sven early afternoon when I looked up to see the most beautiful person, guy I'd ever seen. He had just walked in and was talking to Ian then sat down; I couldn't help, but stare.

"You know him?" asked Sven.


"Do you know him?"

"No," 'think fast', I thought to myself , "Ugh, he looks sort of familiar, but no, why?"

"No reason," smiled Sven. It's was one of those smiles that says "well I'm thinking of something but I'm not going to tell you.

I was about to demand an answer when Ian came over and asked "Alex, that kid over there needs a room is there room at your hotel?"

"No, but the one next door down may have one available," I replied.

Sven still had a silly look on his face. Ian signaled for the youth to come over to our table.

"Hi, Jason Phillips, some people call me JR, but most people call me Jason," said the youth as he extended his hand.

Sven introduced himself and then I followed.

"Welcome to Paris, so you need a place to stay?" I asked.

He looked at me for a moment , then as if he was coming out of a fog he replied, "Y-Yes, some place that's not too expensive - ugh actually some place that's really cheap!" .

"Well, after you finish eating, I'll take you down the street to the hotel next to mine. They should have some rooms."

My heart was doing double time. Sven had a smirk on his face. I was hoping he wouldn't say anything that would embarrass me or ruin my chances of getting to know this Adonis. Luckily he didn't.

Ian said there was going to be a party at JeanJacque's, plenty of women and booze. Jason seemed enthused about the women.

My hopes were dashed.

After Jason finished eating we left for the hotel. As we climbed the stairs to his room the concierge, Jason and I, I couldn't help look at his ass. One word for it 'cute'. I'm not sure if he caught me staring at it, because he turn his head to say something and didn't...A few seconds later he turned his head again and said, "How many floors?" then sort of laughed.

I swatted him on his butt saying, "Move it, slow poke!" He just giggled. I love his laugh.

When we got to the room after the concierge left, I helped him unpack his stuff. He looked tired so I left and went to my room.

I laid down on my bed gazing at the ceiling; my attention far away. I knew that this was the person for me. I knew that, even though I didn't know him. He was the one I longed for.

I thought about slapping his butt and the cute giggle.

"Jason, I love you," I whispered.

to be continued...

Well, dude's that's it for this chapter. Any comments appreciated! Again, I apologise for any errors, and don't have an editor yet- any volunteers? Later, wf