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Happy Birthday Josh! - Chapter I
I looked up at the ceiling, completely content to be myself. Besides that, it
was my birthday and I'm sure that there were a lot of things planned for the
day. My brother was going to be out of bed soon and my parents had been away for
a few hours now. They woke up extra early and told my brother to look after me
until they got back...I was just so happy!
My brother pushes the door open hard enough for it to fly off its hinges.
Although one year older at 19 years old, I'm convinced that he's a 6 year
old stuck in the body. He runs over to my bed and jumps on it, giving me a
warming `Happy Birthday' hug and then grabs my shoulders, shaking me up and
down hard saying `HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSH!!!' about sixteen times, this being my
16th birthday. During this whole display, his buzz cut head looks like a dull
brown cue ball or something...all I could see was a blur. After he finished,
everything was spinning.
"Geese man...hyper or what?" I said smiling up at him.
He laughs and hits me in the shoulder...HARD. A yelp in pain, but it's all in
good fun so we laughed it off.
"C'mon man!" he said, "Get out...you have a long day ahead of you..."
My eyes were starting to come back into focus from the violent birthday shaking.
"Consider me `out'"...I started to giggle a lot after that comment.
Bryan simply raised an eyebrow and had a confused look on his face but smiled
and left so I could get ready for my big day. I haven't exactly told them
about me being gay...considering what they say about `faggots' around
everyone...I found it to be a little safer to hide it. I've known about my
being gay since I was about 10...a little early, I know; but I was REALLY sure
once puberty hit at 12! Especially after gym class...all those hot, sexy boy
bodies roaming around the locker room, cocks slapping against their thighs as
they walk...well...you get the picture. I think I've gotten my fair of stares
from other people as well--the typical blond haired, deep green eyed `sex
stud' as some of my other football buddies said. My hair was pretty much
buzzed short in the back, but it still flowed over my eyes easily in the front.
If it's possible to love your own body, I could have...but I didn't. I'm
never happy with myself someway or another, it usually changes with my attitude.
Things had gotten really weird lately ...even with puberty already started, I
think I've reached the peak...I can't even shower with the guys or I'd
probably make a really big mess all over the shower room wall! Normally, I wait
for them to leave before I start rubbing my well-built body. Until that time
comes, I just talk to a bunch of the guys about how hot some of the girls are in
the school...if only they knew that during the whole time as Football Captain,
it was THEM that I was thinking about for the whole conversation.
I finally got dressed and ran downstairs, looking to see if my parents were
home...no luck. Oh well, I can wait. ...Well, maybe for about five minutes!
C'mon guys, get home already!
My brother threw me my jacket and book bag, "Dude, you're gonna be late! The
bus is here!"
"T-The bus???", I asked confused beyond belief as he pushed me out the door.
Surely enough, there it was--that giant yellow prison...couldn't they have
painted it like...blue or green or something? Then it hit me...today was
Tuesday, DAMN IT! I ran to the bus and got on, still getting pats on the back
and everything else from the win over the weekend.
Needless to say, the day dragged on forever. It was pretty boring with the
exception of the Happy Birthday hugs and stuff but that was about it. During
Phys. Ed., we had played football...go figure...and we hit the showers after a
long hour. They all stripped to the buff, not afraid to show their hard bodies
and beautiful asses to the world around them. Like usual, I made conversation
for that time, trying to hide my raging hard-on.
Most of the guys, all ranging from around 14 to 17...REALLY HOT... left around
the same time and I let out a sigh of relief. There were still a few others, and
I noticed Taylor sitting on the bench, digging in his book bag. He was about
5'9", green eyes, dirty blonde hair that looked like mine. He tried to mimic my
hairstyle and succeeded! Not only that, but it looked a hell of a lot better on
him then it did me! He had the most gorgeous green eyes that I've ever laid
eyes on, and I would follow him to the end of the earth and back...if only I
could tell him that. Our school wasn't exactly the `gay-friendly' group
around. He took out some small packs of coffee cream and set them on the bench
as he kept digging through his stuff.
"Taylor, man..." I began, "What's with the coffee stuff?"
Taylor looked over at me and smiled, chuckling a bit, "Coffee Cream
Shooters!"
I looked at him a moment and started laughing. I forgot that next period at
lunch was the Shooter Championship; chug as many packs of coffee cream in twenty
minutes to get a special prize.
"You ARE joining us for the trip, aren't ya Josh?" he said. He had the
cutest puppy-dog face and I couldn't help but laugh again.
"I'll be there!" I said, as he found what he was looking for...a comb. He
always had to have his hair PERFECT, all the time. He got up after putting his
stuff back in his book bag and left the room. It was now empty and I was alone
with my hard on to have that shower. I got undressed and walked over to one of
the showerheads and turned it on. The water was lukewarm and it felt extremely
good as it flowed over my skin, making my hard on throb with even more
intensity...that was it! I had to do something about it. I soaped it up and
began rubbing the six-inch throbber at full speed. A lone finger reached back
and I penetrated my virgin rosebud, pushing it in and pulling it out. A wave of
pleasure overjoyed me and I began to fist myself even faster...I was getting
close. I started to moan, "Oh Taylor...yes...YESSSSSSSS..." During my moans,
I didn't hear the door to the locker room open and Taylor walked in saying,
"I forgot my...cream..." My eyes shot open and I looked at Taylor, just from
the sight of him and saying cream, I, myself, creamed all over the floor...talk
about ironic. His mouth dropped at the sight and hearing me call his name just
before it happened...tears welled up in my eyes, I knew for sure that I had lost
him forever...Happy Birthday indeed...
By: Sk8er Dan
Well, there's the first instalment of "Happy
Birthday Josh!". It was one of those `spur of the moment' things. If I get
some positive feedback on it, I might write more...this was kind of fun. Send
your feedback to sk8er_dan84@yahoo.com
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