They'll be no apologies for this is shameless example of wank-media. I will say only that it is a fictional account. I am not a fan of the old fashion disclaimers, so I will preface this story as a teaser instead of a warning.
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Hey Teacher, leave those kids alone!
Conan and Iolo: (pronunciation, Yolo)
He had a half smile on his face and he looked directly into my eyes. Iolo wasn't like anyone I had ever met before. His two toned hair was unruly and rough-cut and his eyes were expressive and sort of feminine.
He said, "Well that's just the way it is, they're always trying to control us cause they know how subversive we can be."
He was proud and self confident about his declaration concerning parents and teachers. What was it about his personality that made him so magnetic? I could barely keep my eyes off of him and I hung on his every word.
Putting on a serious face he looked up at me and said, "Conan, That's why I'm glad that I have a friend like you."
He rested one hand on my arm and it sent chills through me.
"We should start a revolution, what do you think?" He laughed at the idea.
I didn't laugh because I wanted it to be true.
It was Iolo that caught my eye on the first day at school. Every time I saw him I had to look. I tried to imagine who he was. The truth was he did look like a girl but he held his head up high and countered any threat with good humor and a very sharp tongue. Compared to him, I was clumsy and awkward. I guessed that someone like Iolo would have no time for me.
He put one arm around my shoulder and pulled himself closer to my face. "Conan, I don't think you have any idea how good looking you are?"
Looking into my eyes as he often did, he made me blush. The sight of it gave Iolo a ticklish laugh and he hugged me.
"It's them you know."
I said, "Who?"
He pulled me closer again and in a warm and moist whisper into my ear he said, "They're all trying to keep us apart."
I was captivated.
The day we met was unexpected. Someone came up behind me and tapped me on my shoulder. I turned to see Iolo smiling up at me.
He a wide smile and said, "You're a tall one."
I must have appeared stupid because I stumbled over my words but Iolo was kind and introduced himself. I was grateful that he tried to put me at ease.
He surveyed the school grounds and said, "This place is so fucked up, don't ya think?"
He pressed me to agree with him and of course, I did. I had no real grasp of the situation but I lay awake half the night thinking about him. When I finally fell asleep he came to me in my dream and said, Conan, let's run away together. It so felt good being with him and then I woke up.
We met the next day and he confided in me in a way that made me feel his equal.
He said, "Does the war bother you"
I said, "I don't know, I mean, I am against it, but what can you do?"
Iolo got a sudden fire in his eyes and said, "Well it fuckin bothers me and it should bother you. It is important to take a stand and not lay down for all this shit."
It was as if this last statement was directed at the World.
Then he said softly to me, "Conan, I don't think I could like you if you were for war. People are so clueless. They hear about the war but they don't even know what it means."
Iolo's room was very small with space for just a small cot mattress that lay on the floor. Next to the bed was lamp and a small bookrack that held a neat row of uniformed paperbacks.
I looked closer and said out loud. "Wrong, Closer, Frisk, and Try?"
Iolo said, "Yeah, they're D.C.'s books, you should read them. I don't know if you'd like em, but you should read them anyway. Iolo motioned me down with him but as small as he was, there seemed to be room for only him.
"Conan, would I have brought you here if I didn't want to be close to you, comon!"
He pulled me down until I was resting on his belly and chest. He put his arms around me and hugged and stroked me in an effort to make me relax and feel secure.
I was falling under Iolo's spell until his bedroom door suddenly opened. I quickly sat up right.
I tall crew cut man entered the room. "What a surprise to find you in here doing all your fag stuff again!"
I heard Iolo behind me yell in an unfamiliar voice. "Why don't you leave me the fuck alone and get the fuck out of my room!"
The man who I could see was fairly young seemed powerful and very masculine answered in even more abusive terms "Well Iolo or whatever the fuck you call yourself these days, why aren't you suckin cock like the big faggot you are? I know why you do it, because you're a fuckin pussy, that's why!"
Iolo Stood up and challenged him again. "Well who taught me when I was like about 5 years old. It was alright for your then, wasn't it?"
With that he left the room slamming the door behind him. Iolo yelled after him, "Asshole!"
Once gone, Iolo returned to normal almost immediately as if nothing had happened.
He said, "That's my GI-Joe brother. Don't pay any attention to him he always been an asshole."
The boisterous exchange left me tense and pulled up in a ball.
Iolo tried to calm me. He got up close so he could talk softly. "Frank doesn't really care, he's just got a hair across his ass, don't worry about it."
I looked at him and suddenly realized that he was a much more complex person than I imagined.
He saw me studying him. "Oh, the fag thing, yeah, it's true. Why should I hide it? If I did, wouldn't that be fake and dishonest?"
He continued to stroke and cuddle me trying to get me to relax. I was in a state of confusion was trying to sort out what I wanted to say.
When I finally did I said, "Iolo, I like you but I don't think I'm gay."
He was understanding and answered, "The important part is the first part, that we like each other. The gay part counts but not as much as you think. Maybe like black and white or Jew and Christian. If you like each other, you can rise above it."
I thought about it and I said, "I don't know if it as simple as that, I mean, it must be more complicated."
He was trying to be candid. "Yeah, it can be more complicated but don't worry about it, we like each other don't we?"
I nodded my head yes. Iolo had a way of disarming me and I was captivated again.
We lay back together on his tiny bed. It was beginning to get dark and he turned on a string of Christmas lights. The twinkling light made the dreary room almost magical. We snuggled in the way I imagined lovers might. He soothed me and encouraged me to relax. I was not fearful and didn't want to leave.
He stroked my erection through my pants and whispered in my ear. "Conan, Conan free your mind. Forget about all the shit they tell you, invent your own life."
I was captivated. He opened my pants and gently stroked me.
He whispered again softly into my ear. "Conan, you do this every day, don't you? Maybe in the morning or late at night but all by yourself, don't you?"
I silently nodded, "Yes."
"I will never betray you; why not share it with me? Let me make you cum."
Solitary sex was all I had ever known until I met Iolo and now I was certainly...in a pleasurable state of confusion.
He stroked me as if it was myself and when I was breathing hard, he pulled up the front of my shirt not knowing that it goes up as far as my chin and lips. When I was close, he continued but came up and pressed his tongue in my ear making it all happen at once.
I lay swirling in a new kind of reverie followed by a calm peace. When things settled down Iolo was cuddled besides me, giggly and cheerful.
Propping himself up on one elbow he said, "We can do this anytime you want and you don't have to ever do any faggy stuff back if you don't want to."
I looked into his face and for the third time in one day, I saw someone entirely different.
So it goes.
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