Date: Sun, 13 Jun 1999 04:28:07 -0400
From: guyper@cgocable.net
Subject: Adam's Love Intoxication: Prologue

			  Prologue: The Addiction

This story takes after every good fantasy: some truth and a little
imagination.  It begins four years ago when I move halfway across the
country. I was thrust into fast paced city life after living all my life in
down-to-earth eastern Canada. I first met Paul, in my first period class,
on my very first day at my new school. I knew no one there, I felt
alienated and different.  Something I was accustomed to it after years of
suffer the plague of genius.  People are very jealous and intimidated by
people with power, and knowledge is the ultimate power. (Please don't think
I'm bragging but I've had to accept genius as part of who I am, just like
having to accept being gay as part of who you are. I've fought with both
for too long). I wish I could say he warmed my heart and made life better,
but he didn't.

It was one day in that first period grade nine French class that I seen
Paul's intelligence, bashing away on his keyboard. After the initial
knowing each other he faded out of my life for a few years. It wasn't until
our grade 11-computer competition that we met again. Like two people who
are a lot alike we argued, much like a married couple. Both of us were
accustomed to using the force of our minds to achieve our ends. Much to our
discomfort we had both met our match.

So he was naturally listed as a cocky jerk in my books. Our paths drifted
apart again for a time, until the recent past. Our circles of friends
intertwined by luck of high school time tabling (our school has 3 separate
lunch periods).  He was still cocky in my books, but we managed to co-exist
somewhat peacefully.  Then the tables turned, while searching through my
mental list of people for a fantasy Paul came into mind. He is 5'6, 135
lbs. dusty-brown hair, well-toned body but not overly muscular. He has a
grin that screams adventure, and blue eyes I could loose myself in. It
developed quite nicely and afterwards I had a revelation: if I don't try
and resist Paul and instead merge with him life could be better. And it
was, our friendship was a booming success!

Now that we weren't shooting sparks every moment we could enjoy each other.
It was one day on the way home from school that I don't think I could ever
forget. As we approached the fork in the road where our paths split he
asked "So what are you doing now?"

"Nothing, it's my night off work."

"So you're not doing anything, hunh?

"Nope I'm doing absolutely nothing tonight."

"Well I have to go home and baby-sit..." just before we headed our separate
ways he added, "until 6 o'clock, So why don't you give me your number and
I'll call you later and we can go do something."

YES! Score one up for Adam! "555-4968" I almost sang my number out loud and
danced around! I was the happiest I had been in years! No, I was the
happiest boy on earth! As soon as he popped the question I had a joy
explosion start at my heart and go all through my body until it bloomed
into a smile.  So we parted and I sang all the way home. I got a few
stares, but I didn't care. "I'm going to make it after a-lll".

We went to see The Waterboy. We laughed and all that but more importantly
our bond of friendship began to form. It continued to grow, I found myself
doing anything I could do be with him. Then came the English seminar.

I was paired with Paul to present on a poem called "To the Virgins". I know
what you're all thinking but it didn't work out that nicely. But nice just
the same. To show the literal meaning of the poem we planned an act, pimp
and prostitute. Paul was "Slim Jim" and I was "Star". Those characters read
the poem so that it told them to go out and have sex while your young and
can enjoy it. So being the dramatic artist I am I arranged for our
costumes. It was amazing how good I looked for a female! My drama teacher
did wonders. I had a short tight black dress that gave me great hips.
Stuffed-to-ample breast, fake eyelashes, red-blond curly wig and a large
purplish woven European style hat. It was an amazing transformation, I even
had guys come out of the weight room and start whistling at me! Some guys I
had fantasized about too. But that was the extent of my transvestite life,
dramatic purposes.  So when we went to change back too normal, that's when
Paul took off his shirt and I became hooked on him for life. His soft skin
had a healthy light-peach color, his abs were defined nicely and his pecs
were placed tightly on his chest. His rich rosy-brown nipples decorated him
perfectly.  As he lifted up his shirt the muscles on his chest, and on his
smoothed to perfection arms, moved like a well-tuned instrument.

It was after that day that I knew I had to have this boy.


To be continued...

Sorry guys, hate to leave you on the edge but I want to get some feedback
from you before I continue spilling my life story. The fantasy part hasn't
kicked in yet up until now it's all been true. As soon as we get there I'll
probably let you know!

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