This story is for adults, OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE ONLY, and in some
locations, over 21 years of age. Check your State, County, and
Local laws before proceeding if you are 18, 19, or 20 years old.
This is a gay sex story. Or will be. This story is fiction,
no actual persons, living or dead. The names of all the people,
and things in this story are made up. The town and cities are real
but establishments are made up.
This story contains sexual thoughts and actions among consenting
male high school students under 18. All of the sex in this story
is between consenting males. One or more of the scenes may
involve sex on school property, which in real life, is illegal in
most states, and the author specifically urges all readers NOT TO
TRY THIS IN ANY WAY OR DO ANYTHING SEXUAL ON PUBLIC PROPERTY. Sex
acts should be in complete privacy on your own private property.
I also want to mention that this is a highschool trip, made of truly
highschool characters, (and four chaperones)
`I had to respond,' "yea, I'm ok, I just felt a little light headed back there, I'm fine though. Thanks." `Oh...my....God, that was the lamest excuse I could invent. He is sure to see through it.'
"Now boarding flight 98 Airlingus to Dublin Ireland, Now boarding."
`Saved by the bell.'
I stood up and moved toward the docking port. I didn't look back, my face would show too much. My stomach is doing somersaults and I feel as if I am going to fall. I walked into the plane and turned left and walked down the isle. I didn't look back but I could feel his eyes burning a hole into the back of my neck every time I was in his sight. He has got to be angry or something, I don't think he believed my reason. God it was a dumb reason, `I just feel a little light headed.' God it was a dumb reason. Again I slapped my hand across my face. I found my seat and sat down then turned away from the isle praying he sat nowhere near me. Thank God he sat across the plane and a few seats back, but if I looked back I could see him.
I guess I was an idiot and actually looked back, He was looking away and talking to the person next to him. He looked for a split second in my direction and I immediately fell back into my seat and slouched. Now he knows that there is something up. `What to think, what to think'
"Life is so confusing," I don't believe I said that out loud.
"What?" Tim said.
For a sixteen year old, Tim was a black man who was very full of himself. Although he was really cool, he has an ego problem. He has way too much. A junior this year, he is a good friend but in some cases he just won't shut up about himself. He sat down right next to me.
"Is this your seat?" I asked.
`Great, now he is going to want to talk, that is ok, at least it will take my mind off of Aaron, at least for a little while,' "Great this is going to be a fun flight"
"Now what were you saying, `Life is so confusing'"
"That is what I said"
"I totally agree with you. You see April over there, I want her so bad, but she already has a boyfriend, and her and I are already friends. Telling her would be so awkward, I don't think I can do it, but it is eating me inside."
April is a junior who has this big huge jock for a boyfriend. They are deeply in love, I can see it when they are together. Being the sympathetic person that I am, I put my own problems aside and try to help his. It is always this way, My problems come second all the time. I listened attentively. Through his entire story, the plane took off, dinner was served, and so too was it retrieved.
"So Sean, what do you think I should do?"
"I don't know right now, let me think about it, ponder it in my mind."
"Hey Sean, I think......."
"Tim, Its getting late and I am tired. I am going to try and get some sleep."
"That's ok, I pretty tired too."
I sat back and closed my eyes. I couldn't help it, I oped my eyes and looked back at Aaron. He was so young looking, so perfect sleeping in his seat. I saw a small smile cross his face. I felt a smile slightly form into my face as well. I sat back and closed my eyes, I suddenly felt a warm content feeling wash over my body. I shifted in my chair and got real comfortable. Now I really smiled. I fell into a fitful sleep.
I had a troubled dream. I felt that I was running away from something. It was laughter. People were laughing at me. I ran and ran but the sound just kept following me. The innocent laughter. Then I could make out voices. It was my friends......wait......there is my family. Now I could make out specific words. `queer, gay, fagot, fudge packer, rump ranger.' I became tired and fell down. The blackness fell over me and I saw faces. Yes it was my family and my friends. Then there was a light. Aaron was there surrounded in light. He came down next to me, and reached down and touched my face. As soon as I felt the touch of his hand, the light went out and he was there suffering with me. Being ridiculed, made fun of and harassed by the people I love. I looked at him. He had the most horrible twisted face. It was a face of pain and anguish, I knew he saw the same in me. I tried to acknowledge that he was there, to give him a sign that he was there, but I couldn't see him anymore. Then suddenly he appeared out of nowhere, and my attempt to smile succeeded. It was small but enough. He did a little smile back. We were in this together. Then I felt a tremendous weight upon me, crushing me, I couldn't breath. Oh God, I'm dying. Then suddenly it crushed me.
I woke up with a start, feeling cold sweat around my collar. I was greeted by the sun through the window. It was a beautiful sun rise, especially from 15,000 feet in the air. The lights in the plane went on and people began to wake up. About a half an hour later people began to wake up. In that entire half an hour, I was pouring over my dream. `What did it mean.' I couldn't come up with a straight answer, and this fact troubled me.
"We will be arriving in Dublin in four hours. Please stay in your seats as breakfast will be served."
By this time, I was famished. I was so hungry I could eat, well, asparagus. Maybe not that far. Breakfast was passed around. All of my classmates in the group were talking about everything and nothing. I sat in relative silence, eating this scrawny meal. I was still troubled by that dream. Sometimes my dreams tell the future. They are the really clear dreams, the ones that I can remember for days. A good example is one I had before the trip. I dreamt that Aaron was going to get hurt soon and we would go to the hospital and talk. It was very real, It even told me the place he would get hurt at. The lower abdomen. When I woke up from that one I was freaked.
Time passed so slowly, I dare not look back. I don't know
why though. I just feel and urge to stare away from him. Somehow
I think that he had the same dream. `What if he did?'
I looked back, He was eating his roll from breakfast and talking to Justin. Justin is a freak, but a cool freak. He is kind of one of those insane people who pride themselves on being insane. He is tall for his age at about 6'3". That is too tall for me, I would hate to be that height, and he is only 16, he is still growing. He is thin, but I don't know how much he weighs, It is hard to tell.
Justin plays a lead roll in the play and so does Aaron, It looks as if they have a lot to talk about. Shit, he just peeked and saw me. I fell so hard and so fast into my seat that my butt hurt. `God now he knows that something is up, especially the fact that....Oh shit, I could just imagine the face I had on when he saw me. Surprise, guilt, maybe a tossup between. Yes, he must know now that something is wrong with me. Hopefully he won't ask. God what am I doing to myself, I am assuming to much.' Better to be prepared though. `I was looking for the bathroom, no a stewardess, yea that will work. But What would I want. . . . . . .A glass of water, My throat feels parched.' Got ya.
"Hey Sean," Tim said.
"What were you looking at before. You seemed so scared when you fell back into your seat. What is going on?" Tim looked back in generally the same direction I was. "Oh, I know now," he said with a suggestive look on his face.
Nervously I stated, "What are," I clasped my mouth shut as soon as I heard my voice. It was quivering, shaking, faltering. How could I talk at a time like this. He knows, He knows everything.
"You like Emily."
`WHAT, WHAT WAS THAT.' I looked back and I saw that Emily was in a direct line between me and Aaron. "No, no, that's not it." What how could I saw that. It was the perfect cover story. To late. Shit.
"I don't believe you, your just shy that's all. Here I will help you. Come on"
He started to get up off of his seat. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. He stared at me and I said, "No thanks, I will take care of it myself, and in due time."
"Fine, but let me tell you, having a girl is like living in heaven."
"More like hell, from what I've heard."
"Ok, it is a toss up. Some times its good and sometimes it is bad."
After a long pause, I asked, "Is there anyway for a relationship to be all good?"
"What do you mean?"
"You said that a relationship has its ups and downs, well is there anyway that a relationship can just go up and up."
"I don't think so, at least not on this planet."
"I don't know if I am ready for all of that women bull shit." `Yea especially because I don't want any women, girl, all I want is Aaron in my arms.' The hairs on my arms began to rise and I smiled to myself.
"I'm probably not ready either, but hey, what the hell, you know."
We were flying over land now, I can see it below us. Soon after we started our decent. Tim laughed at me when he saw how tightly I was holding the armrests.
"Dude, I can see the whites of your knuckles. Haven't you ever been in a plane before."
"No," I said through mu clenched jaw.
"Relax, there is nothing to it."
I did as he instructed and I did feel a little better. We touched down at 10:40 Ireland time at Dublin International Airport. We lifted off at 11:00 Ireland time for Shannon Intercontinental Airport. It was a short hop and a skip away, just across the island. We flew low and my head was firmly plastered to the window. I could see everything, fields, lakes, towns, rivers, everything. This was so cool.
We landed soon after and got off. Everyone was quite but I could tell that there was an awesome amount of energy traveling through, the group. I looked around, everything was different. Lift instead of Elevator, they even had a new name for bathroom. Suddenly I bumped into something. I said excuse me and looked. `Jesus I must be drawn to him like a magnet.' This statement has a half truth. Aaron has this circle surrounding him, about a five yd. diameter, where life is just great. Everyone who enters this little circle cheers up. It is a puzzle to me. I quickly said I was sorry and walked on, not knowing what he was thinking.
Every one of us had to pass through the passport check. There was a little difficultly because we were all "adolescents." All in all though it went smoothly. Next each of us claimed our baggage. I swear mine had to be the last one.
The entire group walked down this long hallway, dragging our bags behind us. Ms. Becher the religious chaperone and Mr. O'Mally brought up the front and Ms. Kensington and Mr. Shofield, the play director, brought up the rear. I could almost read their thoughts. `Rules and regulations come next, and we all had to sit through an hour long talk on how to behave, a talk we all had with our mothers.' I was right. Before they started, We walked out for the first time into Irish air. We saw the bus that was going to take us all over the country and met its driver, Otto. Seriously that was the nickname that we gave him, he drove just like Otto from the Simpsons. On our way out of the city the chaperones gave us the talk. It lasted for about an hour, nobody was listening, especially me.
My dream boy was sitting across from me and I was sitting against the side of the bus. I was facing right at him. I couldn't help but not listen. Random thoughts of him filled my mind. I tried to shake them loose bu they held on with a vise like grip. This inner turmoil was tearing me apart. It was only yesterday, that I admitted that I liked, . . . no loved him. Now I had to tell somebody, or I am going explode.
"Alright, now that is done with, lets get started with the bus tour." Mr. Shamus got up and took the mic away from Mr. O'Mally.
"Hello," It was obvious that he didn't have a lot of experience, "My name is Mr. Shamus, I will be your tour guide in this part of Ireland. . . . . . . . . ."
He seemed to drone on about grass and Gallic and sod houses. I was falling asleep. I really hate jetlag. My eyes closed and didn't open again. As I felt myself fall asleep, I was thinking, `who am I going to tell. Should I tell him, or a close friend, I don't know.'
With my last waking breath, I yearned for an answer, but received none.
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