Date: Sat, 26 May 2001 05:12:36 EDT
From: WhtWindWIf@aol.com
Subject: Relationships and Memories (Part 1)

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to
persons living, dead, living dead, undead, or persons
reincarnated as sea otters who still retain memories
of their previous life is purely coincidence, and
cause I like to piss those people off.  If you are
under 21 or this is not legal where you live stop
reading and scram.  That probably won't stop but it
was worth a shot.  If you're offended by sex between
consenting males than boy, did you make a wrong turn!
Ok- that's it for the legal stuff- on with the show!

	It all started with a kiss.  It was real; I could
not deny the lips in contact with my own.  Neither of
us broke away, nor did we dare too.  The lips were
soft but still had more passion contained within them
than I could imagine.  But I'm getting ahead of
myself; let me back up a couple pages.
	If you told me 3 weeks ago I'd be in a full
relationship I would have told you to take a long walk
off a short pier.  I had just broken up with my
boyfriend, Stan, who I now call Satan.  The worst
thing a partner can say to you is that his sexual
orientation, as he put it,  "just changed".  I hate
him now and will hate him for the following weeks"
but old loves die and it will die.  But for now I
shall compose myself and walk into my 3rd and final
class of the day.  Of course: History!  I'm trying to
forget the past, not dig it up.  I convince myself
that I'm going to immerse myself in a book or perhaps
daydream about winning the lottery (not that I've
bought a ticket in my life).
	I take my seat next to Beverly, one of my best
friends.
	"Hey, how's my favorite bud, Jason?  Did ya'
finish yesterday's homework," Beverly speaks up after
I lay my head on the desk.  I dig into my book bag and
pull out a couple papers stapled together.  I hand it
to her and she furiously copies my work verbatim.
Mr. Laster, our history guru walks in with eyes
tightly closed and pinching the area between them.
	"Up all night drinking again," a smart-ass
classmate remarks.  A witty banter between the class
and the teacher ensues as I try to block out the
sounds.  My mind began to retreat to it's own world
created by vivid memories and fantasies.  I slowly
sink into the memory of a lover who had moved away
quite a while back.
	Both of us are sitting on the bed watching the
TV.  I am propped up against the wall and, Justin on
my lap.
	"Do you ever think about the future," Justin asks
me.
	I look away from the TV wondering what brought
that question up," All the time.  Why?"
	"I want to be with you."
	"I know."
	"No, no, I want to be with you for the rest of my
life."
	I remained silent for a couple seconds a slowly
responded, "I know."  I wasn't entirely sure that I
really did know that he wanted to stay with me.
Justin turned over and kissed me tenderly and a kissed
him in return.  We both looked into each other's eyes
as we broke away from our kiss.  He stared into my
green eyes and I into his faded blue irises.  Justin
begins to kiss my neck and I close my eyes luxuriating
in the feel.  I could his hands running down my silk
shirt onto my corduroys.  My hands go to his back as
his lips continue to seduce me.  The kissing stops and
I feel the buttons of my shirt slowly being loosened
one-by-one.  I open my eyes and expect him to being
looking at my shirt but his eyes have not left my
eyes.  We both smile simultaneously.  Soon I feel the
shirt slipping off my front and he begins to slide it
off my arms.  As soon as one of my arms is free, I
start to pull out his T-shirt that he neatly tucked in
his jeans.  Once Justin as the shirt completely off
me, he helps me take off his shirt.  He quickly has it
pulled above his head.  I always loved to just look at
Justin's chest, it was smooth and, although not overly
built, it was still well defined.  Instead of just
going for my jeans Justin leaned down to kiss me
again.  The tongue slipped past my open lips.  For a
matter of seconds our tongues danced and played with
each other in a sensuous dance.  But my god, those
brief seconds made me feel like I was in heaven.  His
lips hadn't left as his tongue withdrew; he held them
there.  Justin always had a unique way of kissing,
which I adore.  Slowly, he pulled away with my bottom
lip between his.  My lip was released and I kept my
eyes closed enjoying all the tender attention I was
receiving.  Now it was time for my belt to be undone.
I could feel my corduroys being loosened.  Next came
the button and then the zipper.  As I heard the
closure of my pants being unzipped I opened my eyes
slowly and saw him remove his hands to remove his own
pants.  As he began to undress himself, I pulled my
own clothes off revealing my cotton boxers.  They had
gotten noticeably tighter than they were moments ago.
My legs were smooth and had a slight tan at the time.
Once I managed to get the clothes off my legs and
dropped them to the floor, Justin had been able to get
all of his clothes off.  Taking his time and being
he's sweet self, he kissed me once again moving from
the lips, to my neck, down my chest, stopping shortly
to tease my nipples.  His lips continued down and his
hands began to strip off my last piece of clothing.
My boxers were carefully removed and the prize was
released.  The lips moved down kissing my inner thighs
and soon they were-
	"Who was King John's wife, Jason," was the sound
that interrupted my daydream.  Mr. Laster has no sense
of timing I thought.
	I closed my eyes and responded seeming quite
bored, "Isabella of Angolume, the heiress of the Duke
Of Gloucester, so she became Isabella of Gloucester.
She and King John soon divorced, as they were
incompatible."
Mr. Laster stood there for a few seconds, "Glad your
still paying attention while you were staring at the
wall.  Although that's more than we needed to know."
	I sighed, realizing that the mood was gone.
	"You were just spacing out, huh," Beverly elbowed
me in the side.

	I closed the door to my apartment and collapsed
on the couch.  It was only the afternoon but I felt
tired for some reason.  Too tired to eat, too tired to
talk, and too tired to sleep.  I closed my eyes and I
could feel myself slipping into a dream.
	SLAM!  The door had opened without making a sound
but it certainly shattered the stillness of the room.
I sat up on the couch and looked at Steven who had
entered the room.
	"Oh sorry", he apologized as he saw me, "I didn't
think you were home yet."
	I lay back still weary, "No problem, I wasn't
really sleeping."  I realized he was limping as he
walked into the kitchen.  I said nothing, unsure of
what to say.  As he walked back out with a glass of
orange juice in his hand I noticed he limped on his
left side.  "Something wrong?"
	Steven glanced over quickly and then stopped
before entering the hallway, "Oh, you mean my side."
He laughed a bit.  "Well I went to boxing practice and
I was on some kind of adrenaline high.  So I started
challenging anybody to fight me.  So this skinny
oriental guy walked up.  We had a fairly good grasp of
the English language.  Anyway, he said he was a Thai
boxer and that he'd fight me.  I laughed just looking
at him, but I said OK.  Oh boy, was I in shock.  He
put his hands behind my neck and started kneeing my
side for... oh jeez, I don't know, maybe 15 times.
Needless to say I tapped out."
	I sat there listening to his story, feeling sorry
for Steven.  "Thai boxer?  You know it's much
different from our own."
	"Thanks for the news flash," He remarked as he
began to walk to his room.
	"Hey, wait", I stopped him, "Come here."
	Slowly he dragged his legs backed as he finished
the last sip of OJ, "What's up?"
	"Lie down."
	"Pardon?"
	"Lie down on the couch, I'll give you a back
rub," I stated.  Now, Steven knew I was gay and was
never disturbed by it.  He never pried into my
personal life and nor did I into his.  I knew I was
stepping into new territory but I was genuinely
concerned.
	"That's ok, Jason, I'll be all right."
	"You sure now?"
	"Yeah," Steven had already turned his back and
was headed to his room.  I knew exactly what Steven
was thinking and I shook my head thinking it was
stupid move on my behalf.  I was awake now and I was
fully aware I'd never get to sleep again so I flipped
on the TV.

	The hallway in the Physics building was deserted
as I walked to my astronomy night class.  My sneakers
squeaked as the passed by the numerous closed doors.
I started to climb up the stairs until I noticed a
light coming from door off to my right.  Slowly I
looked over finding it curious that anybody (aside
from myself) was working this late.  I peered in and
saw a man not much older than I with blonde hair
walking over to a computer and staring intently at it.
He tapped a couple buttons on the keyboard and looked
at it once more.  His rectangle shaped classes slid
down a bit as he looked down.  I saw him remain
motionless for a second until I noticed he was looking
at me rather than the computer.  As he raised his head
a bit to get a better look I smiled sheepishly and
continued up the stairs.
	Class passed by very slowly and I could not be
interested in the astronomy topic of double stars.  My
mind kept flashing the image of the man downstairs.
"What was his name, how come I've never seem him
before, why did he look at me," were thoughts that ran
through my head. "Is he gay?"  That last question
seemed to linger in my mind the most.  Hidden within
myself was hope that he was a gay and was attracted to
me.  I find it odd, that this glimmer of hope was deep
with in my thoughts.  In every other aspect of myself,
I had either pretended not to care or try not the
think of it.  This had never happened to me when I
encountered other men that I found attractive.
	Class was dismissed and I walked out still in a
daze.  My body seemed to move with a mind of it's own,
as if having it's own agenda.  I hardly realized that
I had walked out of class since I was enveloped by my
thoughts.  Suddenly I gathered myself up and decided
to at least talk to this person.  Maybe I could find
out his name.  I nearly tripped over myself on the
stairs as I dashed down and turned the corner.  My
eagerness disappeared in a flash and I turned away
walked back towards my apartment.  The light in the
room was off.

	Night was silent.  Although the walls were paper-
thin and the neighbors were always up at odd hours,
(doing goddess knows what) it was still quiet.  This
gave me time to think and kick myself for not acting
sooner and on my impulse.  The fact remained that I
did not know this person in anyway shape or form and
already I was thinking if he was gay.  I hadn't even
said a damn word to him!  I turned on my side and
although with thoughts weighing heavily on my mind I
felt I would manage a sufficient amount of sleep.  I
was right.

Hey, if you liked this story I might actually write
more.  You know this can't end here.  Come on, please
write- I need real feedback.  Don't just sit there and
wait for a part 2, write to me. And if you hated this
story than you have more of a reason to write.  By the
way, I was being a bit of a tease in the story.  Just
thought I'd let you know.

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