Date: Mon, 11 Aug 2003 03:37:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Stephen Austin Subject: Adolescent Dreams Chapter 1 Umm...Well, yeah. Basic disclaimer here, stuff about being under 18, don't read this...and some other shit about this being a story about 2 guys that like eachother, but hell, if you didn't already know that, you don't pay attention to where you go on websites. Also, this is all my work. Me, Mui, Myself, I. No one else's. If your name is Stephen Austin too, we then, it's not your work either. Anyways, Here it goes Adolescent Dreams Chapter 1 By: Stephen Autsin The rain was coming down quite hard outside my house. The thunder storm had been getting worse since my parents had left a couple hours ago. The lights would flicker on and off every now and then, and I was praying to God that the power wouldn't cut out. I was suppost to be going to the movies tonite with a couple friends, so I had just gotten out of the shower. I looked at myself in the mirror, and as far as 16 year olds go, I wasn't the worst of the bunch, but I wasn't sport-jock kinda hot. It was hard as hell being a Bisexual in High School. Sure, it was good that I still liked girls, so I could cover up my guy-liking quite well. But sometimes the guys just got too hot for me not to get a bit happy down there, expically when they acted a bit gay with eachother. I scanned over my body, making sure there were no major flaws on my face. My skin was still a bit purple under my head, since I had recently dyed my hair black. I washed my hands and tried to put my contacts in my hazel green eyes. I really wanted to be able to get my contacts in, hoping that it would make me look a bit better. I managed to get them in there. I put on my boxers and a shirt, figuring since no one was home, that this would be more than enough covering. I walked out, through the living room, and into the kitchen and grabbed myself a can of Dr Pepper. I was about to sit down at my computer and watch TV, until there was a suddon knock at the door. 'The hell....' I thought to myself, turning down the music from my computer just a bit, gotta love Cold... Anyways, I opened the door, only to see a wet, muddy, cold looking, sexy as hell kid that I knew from my English class, his name was Chris. I had always thought he was one of the hottest things I had ever seen. Though I think he barely took notice of me. 'Holy...shit.' I thought to myself. He also seemed to have a stunned look on his face. Apparently he didn't expect me to live here anymore than I expected him to come here. When I got out of my moment of hesitation, I realized that I was letting him stand out in the rain. I opend the door as fast as I could. "Shit...thanks Josh, I didn't know you lived back here." He said, standing on the rug. Me and him had talked some in class, once or twice in the halls, but we never really got to know eachother. Because he is more of the jock-type, where I fit in more with the...I don't really know. "What's wrong with you?" I asked him, looking at his soaked body. He was wearing some really baggy shorts, but he wasn't sagging, so I guessed he had tightend his belt so the rain didn't pull them down. He also had on a wifebeater, and with it wet, it showed his tight body. "Well, I was just riding around, I was suppost to meet some chic back here at her house, but she wasn't home, so I was on my way back, when my truck almost ran outta gas. So I pulled in your driveway, hoping that someone was home." He was looking directly at my eyes while he said all this. I didn't tell him, but I loathed that girl he was going to see. I would rather it be me than her that he was coming to see. I just nodded at him. "Oh," I said, in a slightly dissapointed tone. "Yeah, I don't know anyone that lives over here in this neighborhood." He was trying to keep the conversation going so there wasn't an akward silence, I could tell. "Well," I said, breaking the akward silence that did happen. "I can't do much about the gas problem, there ain't none in the garage. Plus my parents won't be home for hours." I scratched the side of my head, I had been looking at the floor during the silence, and I turned my head up to meet his eyes. They were so soft and light blue. He nodded. "What the hell am I gonna do until then?" He kinda sighed, and I didn't like the tone he said that in, it made me feel like I wasn't doing something right. Then an idea came to me. "You could shower." I began to say, "You look like you could need it." He shifted his view to down the hall a bit. After a few moments, he finally spoke up. "Sure, why not." He shruged and laughed a little bit. I nodded. "Go on into the bathroom, it's the first door on your right, and I'll bring you your towel. Oh yeah, take your shoes off and put 'em there." I pointed at the other end of the rug he was standing on. Just then was when I realized that I had been standing in my boxers the whole time. A bit embarrased, I apologized. "Sorry, Chris, I didn't mean to be uh.... not fully clothed?" He just kinda grinned at me. "No need to apologize. I see guys like that all the time." I was a bit puzzled at what he meant by that. "You know, sports teams and all? We gotta shower togeather and shit." "Oh," I said and nodded. "Well, go onto the bathroom." He nodded and walked in there. I walked down the hall back to my parents bathroom, where the towels were kept. I kept on thinking about why the hell fate would have him end up here, at MY house of all the houses in my neighborhood. I mean, I was happy and all, but still. When I got back to the bathroom, I was treated with a sight I had only saw in my dreams. He was standing looking at himself in the mirror, buck naked. I couldn't see the front of him, but I saw his ass. It was a very good ass. He saw me looking at him in the mirror. "Did you get that towel?" He asked. I was holding it over what I knew was a coming boner. "Uhh...yeah, here man." I threw the towel at him and turned and walked down to my room. I had to put some shorts on before this boner became too aparent. I couldn't fucking believe that Christopher, a guy I had found sexy since I first saw him, was showering now in my fucking bathroom. I heard the water turn on. I walked into my room and put on some shorts before I walked back out to the living room and turned on the TV. I then sat myself down in the chair and relaxed. A few minutes later, I heard him yelling for something. I opened the door a bit. "What you say, man?" I had only stuck my head in, not able to see around the corner to where the shower was. "I asked if you would run my clothes through the washer." I listend to the water as it hit his body. It was a faint sound, but I could hear it. Alright, so I was getting a bit obsessive. "Sure." I said, "Want me to come get them?" "Um...Yeah." He sounded a bit sarcastic with his reply. But I did as he asked and walked in there and grabbed his shirt, shorts, socks and boxers. And then I looked over and saw his distorted image through the shower door. I blinked a few times and I loved what I saw. He was washing his stomach and chest, so he was rubbing all over them. Before he could notice what I was doing, I left the bathroom and headed for the kitchen where the washer and dryer were. I put them in the washer and waited for him to turn off the shower before I started the water. Once I heard the water go off, I turned it on. When I turned around, I saw him standing there, in nothing but the blue towel I gave him wrapped around his waist. "You got anything I can wear for now?" He questioned, again, looking strait into my eyes. I averted my eyes by pretending to notice something on the other side of the room. "Uhh..yeah. You probably wear my size so..." I walked past him, trying not to look at him too much as I passed. I walked down the hall into my room, he followed. Once in my room, I opened my drawer and looked for a nice pair of boxers. As luck would have it, I only had one pair clean, and that was my silk Scooby-Doo ones. "These okay?" I raised one of my eyebrows up. "Sure Josh." I tossed them to him, and he cought them, almost dropping his towel. I was half-way dissapointed. I moved down a drawer and opened the ones with my shorts, I tossed him a nice pair of knee-length blue jean shorts, then I gave him one of my DBZ shirts. "You like Dragonball Z?" He asked me, in a slightly surprized tone. "Yeah, I guess." I replied unsure of what he'd say. "Cool man, I hardly know anyone that I normally hang out with that likes that shit." He looked up, and the first time in the short time that I have known him, he flashed a sincere smile, I smiled back at him. "Wow." He said. "Huh?" "That's the first time I have ever seen you smile. Besides when I'm makin jokes." "Oh. So you mean you accually pay attention to me?" "Your there, ain't you?" "Well, yeah." "Then why wouldn't I?" "Cuz your one of the most popular jock-type kids in school. I mean, the only things it looks to me like you care about is Sports, Girls, Drugs, and..." I ended my sentance short, realizing what I was saying. "Oh...I see." He kinda sighed. I didn't like that I was making him feel bad, if thats what I was doing. "Well Josh, I do care about those things, but I care about havin friends too." He looked at me, but I was looking at the window, I only saw him out of the corner of my eye. I decided to change the subject. "You better get dressed." I sat down on the bed behind me. Unexpectedly, Chris came over and sat right beside me. "Josh, do you have a girlfriend?" He decided to change the subject. I looked him dead in the eyes. "Right now, no. But I know who I want." "Well who?" "Like I could ever get 'em." "Well, you could, you just gotta have confe...confadanc...dammit that big word that means your sure of yourself." "Confidence." I smirked at him. He kinda laughed. "Yeah, that." "And I need a new body...I hate mine. I need to get a nice, strong body, and I need to change my attitude, hell I need a whole entirly new self." Thats when he reached his hand up and covered my mouth. I was amazed that he already felt we were comfortable to touch eachother. Oh hell, he's in a towel, like him covering my mouth is a major thing. "Josh. You need to stop thinking like that, okay? If you really want all that, I can help you." "Help me? You wanna help me?" "Yeah, but we will make a deal. Now, in order for me to be able to play baseball next season, I need to have atleast a C average. Right now I have a D-. If you help me with my work, I will help you work out and stuff. Maybe you'll even consider joining me on the baseball team next year, Alright man?" He reached out his hand that was over my mouth, waiting for a high five. "Alright." I smacked his hand. "Now, you should probably get changed, huh?" I nodded my head towards his towel. "Yeah, your right." He smiled. I loved it when he smiled. How it made his kissable lips even more kissable. And how it brought a smile to my face, knowing that I had made someone I cared about, even thought they didnt know it, smile. He walked out of the room and down the hall back into the bathroom. I looked out the window as he left. It was still pouring down rain, if not harder. 'Shit.' I thought to myself. I walked down the hallway and knocked on the bathroom door. "Hey Chris," I yelled, waiting for a responce. "Yeah?" He quesitoned back "What you gonna do if you can't leave? Stay the night?" There was a moment of silence. "Won't your parents come home?" "They should. They went over my cousin's house. It was her b-day. But they might not come back cuz of the rain." I actually knew that they probably wouldn't come home, because it was already about 9 PM, and they hate driving in the rain, let alone the dark in the rain. "Is it alright if I crash here for the night then?" He questioned, even though I had no doubt in my mind of what I would say, I ended up saying something so it didn't sound like I was coming on to him; "I dunno, probably." He opened the bathroom door and walked out into the hall with me. "Alright man." He scratched his chest. "What we gonna do until we find out for sure." "Hell if I know, what do you like to do?" I walked out into the living room to sit down, and as expected he followed. I sat down on the left of the couch, and he surprizingly sat right next to me. "Games?" I questioned him? "Sure, why not." He shrugged. After about...hour of playin various games, I ended up calling my mom to check on where they were. She said that because of the storm, they were gonna spend the night at my cousins. I smiled as she was talking, but I didn't try to sound over excited about having Chris spend the night over at my house, which was a part she didn't know. I hung up the phone in my room, and thats when Chris walked in. "My parents won't be home all night, and the storm is getting even worse according to the news." I nodded toward the TV. He sighed. "Dammit man, I wanted to get me some sex tonite, but now I can't." He fell onto the bed with a sigh. In the past hour, me and Chris had accually got to know eachother a lot better than we would anyother time. We talked about eachothers likes and dislikes, favorite foods and colors, things we did for fun, and shit like that. He even told me about some of the chic's he has fucked, and I told him about the ones that I had made out with and groped. I even admitted to him that I was a virgin. I looked at him on the bed. His head was laying sideways looking towords where I was sitting. "Uh...not that I don't really wanna be here man, it's just...." "I know, Chris." I stopped him from talking. He looked at me, and his eyes seemed to say 'I'm sorry.' I turned my attention back to the news, and then disaster struck. The power went out. "Shit!" I yelled. I couldn't see anything. "Well dammit." Chris said. I heard him sitting up on the edge of the bed. "What are we gonna do?" "You remember where my bathroom is, right?" "No, I was only in there a few minutes ago." He was being sarcastic. I liked that. "Well go in there, and in the closet should be a couple flash lights. Grab 'em and bring 'em back here, I'll have some candles lit." I heard him get up and leave the room. I scrambled around my endtable and found my lighter. I got up and grabbed the 3 candles I had on my TV stand and put one on the end table, one on the other side of my bed, and the other on my computer desk. I lit each one as sat them down. Chris walked back into the room, but with only one flashlight. My room was still dim, but you could make out the important things, like where the bed was, and where we were. I threw myself on the left of the bed. "Well, theres nothing to fucking do now." I sighed. My clock beeped, and I knew that it was about 10:30 by now. Chris then did something I didn't expect. He jumped over me and landed on the other side of my bed, I smiled and bounced. "Chris...." I sighed. "Hmm?" He replied. I could tell his face was buried in a pillow "Nothing...really. It's nothin." "No Josh, tell me. Come on, I thought we were becoming friends." "No, I can't...really." He punched me in the arm. "Ow...bastard." I laughed and punched him back. Soon, after a few movements, I found myself lying ontop of Chris, with him holding me around my neck. "Now, what was it that you didn't want to tell me?" His mouth was right beside my right ear. I definatly did not want to let him know how much I was liking this. "Um...well..." I gulped, it was hard to go down past Chris' arms. "I think we should get some sleep, no use staying up since we can't do shit, is it?" Chirs patted on my chest. "Yeah, your right." He let go, and I rolled off of him back to my side of the bed. "Where do you want me to sleep?" I couldn't see him, but I knew he was smiling. "Uh...theres the couch, my bed, the floor...." "Stop. I'll take your bed." I knew he was gonna say that, and I was happy....and sad. I went and flipped off the light switch so the light wouldn't come on while we were alseep, and I layed back down in the bed, and coverd both me and Chris up. "Goodnight, Josh." He said "Night Chris." After a little bit, I felt Chris moving around. He got really close to me, I guess he was checking to see if I was asleep, and I did my best job of acting like it. Then he layed back down flat, and the bed began to move. Oh my god. Chris was fuckin jacking off in MY bed. I was facing the opposite direction of him, so I turned, acting like I was rolling in my sleep. My rolling must have startled him, because he stopped for a moment. But after he realized that I was still 'asleep', he continued. I slightly opened my eyes, I could barly make him out, but since the power had came back on, the portch light outside gave me a little bit of light. I heard a series of grunts and groans, and a small sigh of a girls name or somethin, but then I heard something I didn't expect. "Oh...Josh...mmm...suck me...harder, bitch. Yeah...like that..." In surprize, I gasped a little bit, hoping he wouldn't realize. He kept on jacking himself, harder and harder, until he came. When he came, he let out a muffled moan, dammit I was gettin hard. I guess he didn't know what to wipe off with, so he used my blanket. He leaned over to make sure I was still asleep, and then he turned back and went to sleep finally. I woke up the next morning, but there was no light outside yet. I leaned over Chris and looked at the clock. It was only 6:30 in the morning. I tried to go back to sleep for about 10 minutes, before I relized that it wasn't happening. I sighed and looked out the window, and saw that the rain had stopped but it was still thundering and lightining. I turned on my side, and looked at Chris while he slept. He looked so innocent, I guess thats the word, while he slept. He shifted around in the few minutes I watched him. I guess he wasn't used to sleeping in my bed, or in the same bed as a guy...or maybe he was. Ever since I had heard what he said last night it had got me thinking. I had been wondering if he had ever done anything with a guy, or if he had though about doing things with any other guy but me. Or hell, even if I was the Josh he was talking about. "Josh..." He muttered, without opening his eyes or moving at all. "Hmm?" "What time is it?" "About 7...why?" "Because, you've been staring at me for a while now, and I was wondering how close I was to being able to fake waking up." "Oh...I'm sor-" He cut me off. "Nothin to be sorry for. Hell, if I wasn't me I'd stare at me. And here you got me half naked in the same bed with you." He must have taken his shirt off sometime during the night, because he pushed the covers down and revealed his hard chest. I glanced down but I had hoped he didn't notice. "Well...okay." I rolled over and face the other way. "Heh...Josh you still don't get it do you." He scooted closer to me. "I like you, and you obviously like me as well." I felt his arms come up and grab my shoulders. He massaged my shoulders lightly. "Chris...I..." One of his hands came up and covered my mouth. "Shh..." He borught his hand back down and continued massaging me. "Josh...we can start seeing eachother, as much as it will have to be behind everyones backs...." "I don't know...I mean, hell, going out with you would be one of the top things on my list, but I don't want to have to hide it from everyone." I reached one of my hands up and grabbed his hand. "Well...once we, you know, get out of high school, we can move away from here, and then we won't have to hide it." He rubbed my hand slowly. "What if we don't last until then? Will we just break up and trust eachother to keep eachothers secret?" "I guess. If I told someone about you, you would tell someone about me, so it wouldn't be good for anyone." I sighed. "Yeah...your right." He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. I felt so warm, and loved, for once in my life. It was like everything made since now that something I accually wanted was happening. "So...are we gonna...you know?" He whispered quietly into my ear. It sent a small shiver up my spine. "Sure..." I turned around in his arms to face him. I pecked him on the lips softly. "Now, lets get a little bit more sleep, huh?" I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing a little bit as I did, but I accidentally tickled him. He laughed at little bit. "Aww....I'll have to remember that spot." I grinned. He licked my cheek. "Good night...or morning or whatever." I layed there for a few minutes after I knew Chris had fallen asleep to think. I thought about how much my life would be changed, now that I had my first boyfriend and all. And the chance meeting that we had almost 12 hours ago. I layed my head down onto his chest, he had recently turned on his back. I rubbed on his chest, down his stomach, and stopped at the top of his boxers. He had a small, light colored trail of hair going up to his belly button, around it, and up to the bottom of his chest. I followed it up and down as I thought. I thought about what other people would think if they ever found out. Would they care? Would they hate me and Chris forever? I was accually less concered about my friends than I was about his. Seeing as quite a few of mine already knew that I liked the same sex, I doubt they would mind. But his friends, and their quite stuck up attitudes, would probably leave him out in the cold. I must have drifted off sometime soon, because the next thing I knew, light was beaming through the blinds, and I felt a soft hand rubbing though my hair. I opened my eyes and looked up into his soft ones. "Morning boy." He said. One of his arms was wrapped around me, the other still stroking my hair. "What time is it?" I rubbed one of my eyes with the hand not under his neck. "Almost noon. I've been awake for a half hour now. But I don't mind just lying here with you." He leaned his head down a bit, and sniffed my head. "You don't know how long I have waited for someone like you, for someone that, atleast it seems like, really loves me." "And I do...atleast I think." He turned his head to face away from me, and sighed. "What do you mean?" I reached my free hand around to his chest and began rubbing it. I felt his right hand come down from my arm and he began to rub my side. "What I mean is...last time I got close to a girl, when she broke up with me, she told everyone all these stories that wern't true, so I had to rebuild my friendships and shit from the start." He sighed a bit and layed his head down on the top of mine. I reached up and played with his little goatee, running my fingers back and forth through it. "I'm sorry...But what about the other few girls I have seen you with during school?" "Those girls mean like..nothin to me. I date 'em, I make out with 'em, I may fuck 'em if I feel like it, but I don't love them." He sighed. "Well, we better get up and get dressed before your parents get home, huh?" He scooted down a bit and kissed me on the cheek. "Yeah...your right. We got school tommrow too." I pecked him on the lips and threw the covers off. I stood up, and he soon followed, smacking my ass a little as I searched around on the floor for my pants. We sat around for a while, watching TV and stuff. At about 2:00 my parents came home. I went through a long explination of who Chris was, why he stayed here, and why he needed gas. My parents were not to pleased that I didn't tell them about him being here, but my dad did help him out and got him some gas. Chris decided that it was time he went home, hoping that his parents wouldn't be too mad at him. "Now...tomorrow at school, we gotta act normal." He said. "Prentend like this didn't happen if people are around." I nodded. "You know it will be hard, right? Lookin at you and pretending I don't lo-" I stopped myself. "-Like you." I made sure my parents were out of the room before I hugged him tight, and kissed him deeply on the lips. He returned by wrapping his arms around me, and slipping his tounge in my mouth. I was amazed. I didn't know that guys could make out this well. Up until now, I had never made out with anyone but girls, but now I knew that guys were damn good too. He broke the kiss. "Later, Josh." He grinned. "Later, Sexy." I watched him as he turned around and walked out the door. I watched him as he got into his car. I watched him as he pulled out of the drive way. I watched him as he pulled down the road. Well, thats the end of chapter 1...write me and tell me what you think of it! StephenDemon03@yahoo.com