Perfection is Overrated - 2
All that usual disclaimer crap, that apparently I'm not actually
obliged to do. Homosexual content... blah-blah-blah...
Should you, in any way, be offended by the
following material..... What the HELL are you doing on such a specific
I'm going for something here. Again, don't ask me what - I'm still not
entirely sure. But we'll see. It's coming along now - a point is
beginning to emerge.
Ted didn't know why he kept the shirt.
It was creepy, but he couldn't make himself throw it away. It's not like he
sniffed it or anything, so at least he wasn't a complete stalker.
He'd taken partly because he didn't want
Darren to see the revolting, un-emptied mess that was the kitchen trash-bin. He'd
also done it so Darren could leave more quickly and stop making Ted act like an
He had never done anything like this
before. It wasn't like he'd had a reason before. Sure, Kyle slept with a lot of
hot guys. Hell, Kyle only slept with hot guys. Most of them were idiots. Some
of them, while not exactly rocket scientists, weren't completely clueless. But
it was always easy to dismiss them, to tune them out.
Ted often got some kind vindictive
pleasure from listening to the ones who thought that, because of the previous
night, they were on the brink of some kind of relationship with Kyle. Ted
almost felt sorry for them.
That didn't happen often though. Most of
the guys, modelesque and beautiful though they were, were just as sleazy, if
not more sleazy than Kyle - if that was even possible. A lot of them, too, were
"just experimenting". Which was a whole other story.
Ted and Kyle had met at high school. It
was sort of a forced friendship, at first. Ted had come out in Grade 10, since
he had a really good group of friends at the time.
When Kyle Willis, the new gay guy from
another part of the country, arrived, Ted's friends basically tried to get them
together. It didn't turn out so well. Kyle started rubbing Ted's crotch the
minute they were alone. Ted then grabbed Kyle's fingers and threatened to break
Kyle kept a respective physical distance
between them after that.
He was cute. Ted had realized that
eventually. He wasn't attracted to Kyle, not even in any subconscious way - not after the... incident. He
just wanted to be like him - the hot, rich, blond and blue-eyed soccer jock.
Kyle also just had this personality that
let him take everything in his stride, a trait which Ted really envied. He had
even come out to the soccer team with out too much fuss. He was just that kind
of person - he didn't let petty things get in his way.
He probably even had some steamy
encounters with a few team-mates. Ted only knew about one of these though.
One night, he answered his front door,
and there was Kyle, black eye, lip bleeding, stinking to high hell of beer,
smoke and what smelled suspiciously like weed. He dragged Kyle inside, got him
a pack of ice for his eye, let him crash on the bed.
Kyle had been fooling around with a team mate
- Eric Thompson, who had serious sexuality issues. They were both drunk at a
party and had snuck into the closet (Ted still remembered how badly he wanted
to comment on this part - but, regretfully, he held it back.) and they started
making out wildly. But then, the door opened, and their teammates saw the two
of them lip-locked.
At which point, Eric promptly turned on
Kyle and accused him of being a "fag" and trying to stick his tongue
down Eric's throat. Kyle was to proud to say it, but he probably only narrowly
escaped needing a trip to the hospital.
He took the fall for Eric - whether he
wanted to or not. And, funnily enough, there never was a clear explanation as
to what exactly Kyle did to get Eric into a tiny closet with him in the
But Kyle had escaped mostly unscathed -
except for the fairly minor beating, and, as Ted gathered, very hurt feelings -
which he refused to talk about, ever again.
He quit the team, after that - they
weren't exactly making it easy on him - it seemed like every other week
"FAG" was sprayed across his locker or they wolf-whistled whenever he
But then, in typical Kyle fashion, he
did something that made them leave him alone forever. Something serious, Ted
guessed, because Kyle wouldn't tell him what it was.
Eric ended up transferring schools at
the end of that year, so obviously it was something to do with him. No one from
the football team was able to look Kyle in the eye ever again, let alone make
his life difficult.
Ted didn't have that much excitement
back in his high school years. Not being nearly as reckless or confident as
Kyle, he had stayed a virgin throughout high school. He was a fairly big nerd back
then - glasses, acne, weird hair. That sort of thing.
was - in the beginning, anyway. Before he met Kyle. He started getting
better - he got contact lenses and the acne went away. Kyle taught him about
fashion and skin care, and hair products, which he only used when Kyle made
His self confidence had still had major
room for improvement though, and by the time he sorted all his issues out -
when he was attractive enough to fool around - he was determined not to settle
for a lousy first time.
He wanted to wait for the right guy. Not
necessarily his soul-mate who he would spend the rest of his life with. Just
the right guy to lose his virginity to.
He'd managed to come to a clean
conclusion in his own head that he was gay - no messy fucking-girls-then-fucking-guys
confusion - and he wanted his sexual activity to be just as uncomplicated. He
wanted Mr. Right.
Or Mr. Right-Start, at least.
He'd met that guy in college - James
Wyatt, a post-graduate who had done the same Maths course he was going into.
They had met at the gay student union, during one of the parties. Ted was
standing on the edges, dressed in dull clothing that looked completely out of
place. He was watching Kyle make an idiot of himself on the dance floor when
James had come up and said something clever.
Ted didn't remember what it was, but he
remembered that he had laughed. James had introduced himself, and asked Ted if
he wanted to get out of there. He did.
They went and sat in a quiet little
coffee shop, and they had talked for hours.
James was amazingly charming, and he
spoke of everything with such exuberance and passion that Ted found amazingly
arousing. He felt himself get hard every time he looked at James' lips, his
features, his bright and animated eyes. They sat there talking until the owner
of the coffee shop had asked them to leave.
It was raining that night. They had run,
trying to find a place that was still open nearby so they could wait out the
storm. They couldn't find anything. Ted, in his usual style, stepped on a muddy
puddle and almost slipped.
James reacted fast, and grabbed his arm
to steady him. It felt like electricity shooting up his arm, even though he was
drenched. He looked up at James, who hadn't let go, and smiled. He grabbed Ted and kissed him. It was
amazingly romantic, almost too unreal for Ted's cynical mind. It was everything
he had been waiting for, for years.
Ted had taken James back to his dorm,
where, to his embarrassment, he could hear Kyle in the throes of sex with
another guy in his room, across the hallway.
He blushed, and tentatively led James to
his own room, and he was so glad that he wasn't Kyle room-mate, and that his
own room-mate had dropped out a week earlier.
He told James that he was still a
virgin, and James just smiled gently and kissed him, unbuttoning Ted's sopping
shirt, gently removing his pants and underwear. He gave Ted a blow job that left
him gasping and smiling broadly, lying back on his bed.
Then, cautiously, he asked James to fuck him.
James agreed, and pulled out condom's, which melted any last inch of fear Ted
might have been feeling. They had an amazing night together, and Ted had
finally had his perfect first time.
Ted spent three weeks in a happy daze. He
couldn't remember much of it, just that he always seemed to be floating in a
cloud of utter bliss.
He got to the dorm one day, after his
class had ended early, thinking of what he and James we're going to do tonight.
Ted was thinking that cinema that showed the foreign films - he wanted to see
something with people speaking French. He pulled out his laptop and put it on
Across the hall, there were the same
noises coming from Kyle's room. Ted had gotten used to it, mostly - he still
really wanted to sound-proof that room. It'd just be awkward, if he wanted to
bring friends to the dorm living room, which was right there. Or, god forbid, have his parents over.
The noises stopped. Ted sighed with
relief. It was bad enough that Kyle had to fuck guys at top volume their almost
every other night - why did he have to get an afternoon booty-call every
Thursday, when he had a free day? Was he really that bored?
Ted heard Kyle's door open. He looked
over his shoulder to see the latest contestant on the "Who wants to fuck
The guy stepped out of the door, and Ted
felt his heart drop.
It was James.
The look on his face was exhilarated,
but it dropped and turned into shock and horror as he saw Ted sitting there,
blankly staring at him.
Nothing moved for a few minutes. James
just stood there, caught in the act, his shirt still only on his upper arms -
since he hadn't pulled it over his head yet.
Ted, with tears beginning to run down
his face, with his body twisted in the direction of Kyle's door, his plans for
a night with James still there on the computer screen. Kyle's came up behind
James, opening the door more widely, wearing only a towel.
"What are you still doing here? Ted
will be back-" His face was an odd mix of emotion, panic being prominent.
His words died on his tongue when he saw what was Ted sitting at his desk.
Ted slammed the cover of his laptop
down, picked it up and threw it at them. Luckily, his aim was terrible - as always, so it just
hit the door-frame and burst into pieces. James and Kyle stood in shocked
Ted grabbed his back pack, stormed out
the apartment, slamming the door behind him. He had made his way to a cheap bed
and breakfast, and stayed there for a week.
He never thought he'd speak to Kyle
He'd taken off school, and was in the
process of organizing his new apartment, which his uncle had managed to get for
him, and booking movers to pack up all of his stuff that was still in the dorm.
Too close to Kyle.
The apartment was cheap - but he'd still have
to get a job. But it was better than going back.
He had just gotten back from the place one day.
It was nice. A bit dingy, but definitely better than a dorm room - even one
without Kyle. There was another room - so he could get a room-mate, and make
the money issue a bit easier.
There came a knock on the door. Ted
thought it was the landlady - a sweet old grandma-type, who occasionally
brought Ted some baked goods, that he though must somehow worked into the
exorbitant room price he was paying.
Ted sighed, and went to open the doors.
She was a nice old lady, but he really wasn't in the mood for talking.
But it wasn't her. It was Kyle, his face
red, tears streaming from his eyes.
"I'm - so - sorry." He gasped
between sobs. "I - never - meant - to -- he - he - just -"
Ted couldn't help but feel sorry for him
- He was like a child who didn't know any better, trapped in the body of a
horny teenager. He hugged Kyle, without even thinking about it.
As Ted hugged Kyle, he saw a gigantic
gift box, sitting in the garbage can. He let Kyle come in, at which point Kyle
had broken down some more and told him the whole story: How James had got
there, while Ted was still at class.
Kyle had told him Ted wouldn't be back for an
hour, and James had said that he would wait, so they sat down, had a beer and
watched TV together. Then James had kissed him, and he couldn't think and he
knew it was wrong and he didn't want to hurt Ted but it was hard to even think
of anything else.
Ted pieced this together, through the
sobs. It wasn't Kyle. It was James. And Ted definitely believed Kyle. He wasn't
exactly a good lier - Ted had known him long enough to know he was telling the
All he had done, really, show Ted what a
scuzzball James was - and how could he could he hate him for that?
He hugged Kyle, and began to sob openly
- something he hadn't done at all, not even the night that it had happened.
Ted realized he had only loved the
person he thought James was. Too bad that guy didn't exist. He then realized it
was stupid to let someone who wasn't even real come between him and Kyle.
He asked Kyle what the gift was. Kyle
looked surprised, but then he smiled and they went to get it out of the trash
can - which it was too big to fit into anyway.
It was a top-of the range laptop. In
green, which was Ted's favorite color.
"I... I thought you might hate me,
if I gave it to you. You were already so angry at me for doing.. what I did. I
thought you'd think I was just being a stupid, insensitive rich kid
Jared looked so put out that Ted hugged
him again, and thanked him profusely for the gift.
The next day, Ted asked Kyle to be his
I've managed to follow up on this story so quickly. Smells like
personal growth.... hmmm, that sounds wrong. Anyway, thanx for
compliments so far. Seems the first chapter was enjoyable - enough
people like it, anyway. I live to entertain. Compliments, please - I
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