Date: Sat, 29 Mar 2003 19:32:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Jay <lostmindbrbin10min@yahoo.com>
Subject: Homoseduction - Chapter One & Two

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters,
places, and incidents either are products of the
author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright Jay Wood 2003.


Hello and thank you for choosing to read my work. I
have put much time into this and, though it is not yet
complete, I hope someone enjoys it as much as I did
writing it. Feedback is always welcome. Please e-mail
me at lostmindbrbin10min@yahoo.com

Please note that the chapters in here are not regular
chapters. Each chapter is defined by "steps"
throughout the story, as the characters progress. Some
may be short, others long.
Enjoy!

Homoseduction
Chapter One & Two

He sat on a wooden chest in front of his window with a
cigarette in hand. He stared out the window at nothing
in particular, but made the slightest movement to look
at his watch. 11:48PM. He shook his head doubtfully
and took a drag of the cigarette. Exhaling, the smoke
gracefully flowed from his mouth and out to mingle
with the various other scents in the night air. He let
his gaze fall to the floor and his satin black hair
fell, framing his beautiful face. He sighed loudly and
began to hum to the radio that could barely be heard.
I stepped forward a bit to find a better position and
a twig snapped. I froze in place as I felt his eyes
lock onto me in the dark.

"Jay," he said in an unsurprised voice, "where the
hell have you been, man? I've been waiting for the
past hour." He lifted up the screen and it fell to the
ground below. I shook my head in disappointment for
getting caught. "I've been around." I said as I walked
into the light cast by his desk lamp. "Sorry for the
wait though. It took me a while to get it." I grinned
and he held out his hand. Without effort, he pulled me
into his bedroom like so many nights before. He shut
the window without replacing the screen. "Then you got
it?" He asked as he put out his cigarette. I nodded
and took off the backpack I had on and sat on the bed.
He grabbed the backpack from me and unzipped it. A
wide grin fell across his face and he saw the DVD he'd
been wanting to see for ages and my laptop. He took
out the DVD and tossed the laptop onto the bed, which
I caught quickly. "Why did you bring that?" He asked.
I pretended to wipe some dust off the top of it.
"'Cause...I thought maybe I could write some tonight
while you watched that." This time there was a
surprised tone in his voice. "You're not gunna watch
it?" I shook my head and shrugged quickly. "I've seen
it a million times already. Besides, I wouldn't want
to ruin it for your first time." I pulled myself up
and backed against his headboard, making myself
comfortable. He shrugged and walked over to his DVD
player.

"Why'd it take you so long to get it anyway?" He asked
while he turned off the radio and placed the disk into
the player. I looked up from my now-booting laptop and
said, "Because. You know my dad won't let me take the
DVD's out of the house. I had to wait till he was
asleep and I have to get it back tonight before he
gets up." He stood there and waited for the menu to
come up. "Did he go to bed later than usual?" He asked
me this because I took longer this time than the other
times I snuck out a DVD. "Yeah," I lied. "He was up
working on some project." My dad is an architect, so
that was highly believable. But the truth is, he
didn't have a project and he didn't go to bed later
than usual. He went to bed at 10:00PM and I just
walked out the door. I didn't stop anywhere either. I
came straight here and, before he even had his window
open, I sat down in the grass behind the only tree in
his yard, staring up at the emptiness.

I heard him talking and my attention snapped back when
he hit my arm. "You ok, Jay?" He asked as he sat down
next to me. I nodded my head quickly. "Yeah, I'm
fine." I lied again. "I'm just thinking." He looked
from the TV screen to me for a second. "Anything
serious?" He asked and I shook my head in response.
"No. Just how much I want to get into your pants." I
began to laugh as hard as I could fake. Him and I
always said stuff like that 'cause, well, it's funny.
He just never noticed that I really did want to get
into his pants.

Let me fill you in on some things before we go any
further. My name is Jay and I'm seventeen about to be
eighteen. I'm gay and have been since I was thirteen.
The guy whose house I'm at is Chris. He doesn't know
about me though. He's my best friend and always has
been for as long as I can remember and since puberty,
I've fantasized about him. Even when I had sex with my
ex I'd think about him. He was the most beautiful
creature to walk this planet. Picture, if you can, a
nicely built man about five foot nine and only about
160 pounds. His hair has always been the same length:
right at his jaw. It was stark black. No shades. Just
black and it flowed like silk.  It was perfect for
him. His eyes were a dark olive green. Just looking
into them would make you forget about everything going
on around you. His skin was dark, even for an Italian.
It almost made him look Latin. His mouth was perfect
in every way. Which, to me, was amazing considering
the fact he'd been smoking since he was seven. I've
only seen him naked once and it was such a blessing.
He was very well endowed. (We were skinny dipping...
What can I say? Of course I looked.) He had no tan
lines at all; just an unbroken caramel color all
around. He had very little body hair. I mean, he had
pubic hair and the like, but he wasn't hairy.  Ok.
Anyway...to get back to the story:

He laughed at my remark and said, "Oh yeah, huh?"
"Yeeeah!" I said louder than I had anticipated.
He held up his arm and let his wrist go limp,
mimicking a flamer, "Well lets do it honey. Mmm hmm."
And he snapped his fingers in my face.
We both laughed. "Funny." I mumbled as I felt a
hard-on begin in my jeans under the laptop. I opened
Word and began to work on the story I'd been writing
for almost a year now. He grabbed the remote and
pushed play. "Hell yeah. This better be good." He said
before he lit another cigarette. "IWTV? Oh yeah, it's
good. One of my favorites." I said and looked up to
see the title screen. 'Interview With The Vampire.'
With Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise, both very good-looking
men. So, of course it was good. I looked back to the
luminescent screen and began to type away. Before
long, I had written three more pages.

Then I realized that the movie was paused and Chris
was staring at the screen, reading what I was writing.
I instantly reached up and pulled down the screen. It
was silent for a moment, but before I could break the
silence, he did. "Jay, you're gay?" My jaw dropped,
but I covered it with a quick laugh. "Naw man. I ain't
gay. My character is." I said avoiding his eyes, but
he ignored what I said. "You know, man," he said
looking straight at me. "If you are, it's cool. I
don't care." He laid a hand on my shoulder and began
to rub it. "Really. It is." My heart began to beat so
fast I was sure he could hear it and I was having
trouble breathing. I jumped off the bed, and put my
laptop in the backpack. "I-I gotta go, Chris. Umm..." I
said looking anywhere but at him. "Enjoy the movie." I
said quickly and opened the window. He didn't have
time to get to me before I was outside and running. He
didn't yell, or, if he did, I didn't hear it.

At home and in my room, I began to panic. What had
happened didn't register and I was freaking out. I
kept asking myself, 'Why did he do that? What should I
have done? Did I do that right thing by running? Was
he hitting on me?' In all the time I had known Chris,
he was all about girls. It was his favorite subject.
He never once talked about guys. Sure, we kidded
around about it, but it would never happen. Right? I
threw my hands up in frustration. I couldn't believe
this was happening. I suddenly stopped where I stood.
Maybe he didn't mean it like that. Maybe, just maybe
he was being sincere. Chris? Sincere? Those two words
should never even be used in the same sentence. "I
can't deal with this right now." I mumbled out loud
and took my clothes off. I slipped under the cool
sheets and my mind flooded with thoughts. 'Could my
fantasies actually come true? Is he gay? If so, then
why the act for so long?' I pushed my hand against my
forehead as if trying to stop the thoughts. 'Of course
he isn't. I was such an idiot for leaving.' I sighed
and shook my head. I rolled over and realized it was
only 12:30AM. "Fucking hell," I cussed my clock and
rolled back over.

As I was falling asleep, the phone rang. I jumped up
and grabbed the receiver before it woke anyone.
"Hello?" I said madly.
"Jay?" It was Chris. I covered the mouthpiece and
cussed.
"Yeah?" I asked.
He was quiet for a second then said, "I'm sorry if I
scared you off." His voice trailed off and I could
hear Metallica's 'Nothing Else Matters' playing on his
radio. I didn't say anything. I was too scared to. I
bit my lip and put on a pair of boxers. "Jay, I'm
gunna come over, ok? Wait for me." He said quickly and
hung up. I held the receiver to my ear for a few
seconds, not believing what he just said. Coming over?
Why? It took me several minutes to actually realize
what just happened and before I knew it, I was sitting
outside on the front steps.

I saw the tip of his lit cigarette before I actually
saw him. He was walking on the far side of the street.
He stopped across from me and stared for a minute.
Flicking his cigarette to the ground, he crossed the
street and the moonlight caught his hair. It glimmered
like it had thousands of diamonds in it. He walked as
if on air. Not a single flaw in his movements. I just
sat there unmoving, staring at him. He stopped no more
that five feet from me. He looked away for a moment
then back to me. "Jay, look, I don't know what
happened earlier, but I know what I wanted to happen
and it didn't happen." He sat down next to me, but
looked at the empty street ahead. I began to shake.
Not only from his words, but because I was still in my
boxers and the night air was biting at my bare skin.
He looked at me and said, "What did happen, Jay?" I
couldn't answer. That was something I'd been thinking
about all night and I couldn't answer it. I opened my
mouth gaping for words like a fish out of water.

 Without hesitation, Chris leaned forward and laid his
lips on mine. Fire shot from his mouth to the rest of
my body like a raging out of control blaze, burning me
to the very center of my being. The urge I got was to
kiss him back and wrap my arms around him. It's what I
wanted so badly, but I did the opposite. I jerked away
from him and stood up, my now-hard-manhood saluting to
the moon. He looked at it for a second and almost said
something, but I broke in.
"Chris," I shook my head. "What are you doing?" I
almost yelled. He quickly stood up.
"What do you think I was doing, Jay? I've known for
years that you were gay. I mean, we are best friends.
It's not like it was hard to see it." I was still
gaping like a fish. Not a single word came to mind.
So, I did the next best thing. I made a sound. Chris
leaned forward and said, "Come again?" All I could do
was shake my head. Chris sighed and pulled something
out from behind him. "Fine...Here's your DVD." He tossed
it to the ground and began to walk off. I glanced and
it then yelled after him. "Wait! Chris!" He stopped,
but didn't turn around. I walked over to stand in
front of him and said, "We need to talk about this."
My voice was barely above a whisper. He turned away
from me as if he were about to leave again then sighed
and nodded. "Yeah," He replied. I looked at the ground
for a second then back to Chris and he was looking at
me.

>From the corner of my eye, I saw someone standing at
the door. I turned quickly to see who it was and the
yard was quickly flooded with the incandescent orange
of the porch light. I squinted my eyes for a second
and I could see someone step out. Then the deep voice
of my father called out. "Jay, what's going on?" As I
began to grab for words, my dad asked another
question. "And why are you out here by yourself?" My
eyes had adjusted to the light and I looked behind me.
Chris was gone. I exhaled the breath I had been
holding and I looked back to my dad. "I--I thought I
heard something so I came out here to check." My dad
looked around and down the street. "It's probably just
the raccoons or something. Go shut the trash can and
go on to bed." He walked back inside and turned off
the light. I walked toward the end of the driveway and
heard the door shut. "Chris, Where are you?" Only the
crickets answered. I began to cry as I shut the
trashcan and sat on the curb.


Chapter 2


An annoying buzzing sound was pulling me from my
sleep. I tried to resist it, but I couldn't. I opened
my eyes and looked at the ceiling which swirled
around. I forced myself to focus on the world around
me and then I realized that the buzzing sound was my
alarm clock. Reaching over to turn it off, I realized
that it was 8:00AM. "Mother fucker!" I cursed out loud
as I jumped out of bed. I ran into the bathroom and
splashed my face with cold water, which pulled me
faster back into reality. I ran back into my room and
threw on a pair on Kik-Wear and a Billabong t-shirt.
As I reached for my backpack, the phone rang. "I don't
have time for this!" I almost yelled. Walking over to
the phone, I sprayed on some cologne and answered.
"Yeah?" I said in a rude tone.
"Jay..." It was Chris. "Umm...hey, I was wondering if you
could come over in a little bit?"
I rolled my eyes and said, "Chris I gotta go to
school.  I--I'll call you when I get home. Bye." I hung
up the phone and ran down the stairs. As I was about
to open the door, the phone rang once again. I hit the
door with my fist and ran to the phone. "Hello?" I
asked almost calmly. It was Chris and he was laughing
his ass off harder than I had ever heard. "What's so
funny?" I yelled at him, "That I'm going to be late as
hell?" He continued to laugh and I said, "Fine. I have
to go. Bye, Chris." Right before I hung up, I hear him
yell my name. "WHAT?" I yelled back.
"Jay..." He managed to say through his laughs.
"It's--it's Saturday, you dope." I stopped pacing and
looked at the calendar. He was right. It was Saturday.
I groaned loudly and shook my head. "Jay, you there?"
Chris asked without a single laugh added in. "Yeah.
I'm here, but I feel like an idiot."
"Hey, it happens to everyone, right? So...will you come
over later?" His voice trailed off. I took a deep
breath as I let my backpack fall to the floor. "Look,
Chris, I don't think it'd be a good idea for me to
come over be-" He interrupted me and said, "Jay, if
you think that I'm going to try anything, I won't. I
promise." He had me there. In all the time that I've
known Chris, he's never broken a promise. I was pacing
back and forth, almost burning a hole in the rug. I
didn't really want to answer, but I had to. "Yeah, but
not right now. I have to take a shower and eat, ok?"
"Yeah. That's fine. So, I'll see you..."
"Probably in a few hours." I finished. "See you then.
Bye." I hung up the phone and slowly went back to my
room.

Still feeling stupid, I stripped my clothes and
realized that I still had morning wood. I always
released my 'tension.' I laid on the bed and let my
mind wonder. Instantly, I started to fantasize about
Chris. He was kissing me and worked his way downward.
Kissing and licking my neck, still moving downward.
Pinching one nipple and sucking on the other only to
do the opposite. I ran my fingers through his hair and
it flowed between my fingers like water. It was cool,
soft, and still beautiful. He continued his
kissing-licking journey down my happy trail, teasing
me with each lick. Finally, he made it to my
erectness. I could feel the energy building up and
became tense.  I opened my eyes, jumped off my bed,
and ran into the bathroom. Quickly pulling up the lid
on the toilet, I went, the whole load. I exhaled
loudly.

As I was about to get in the shower, I heard someone
knock on my door. Sighing a little bit, I put my robe
on and opened the door. My mother, smiling as wide as
she possibly could, said, "Well, good morning to you,
Jay!" Right then, I knew that her and my dad had had
sex. I quickly forced the thought out of my head and
managed a "Morning." She crinkled her face and said,
"What would you like for breakfast, sweetheart?" I
became embarrassed. "Mom," I began. "I'm not a kid
anymore. Don't call me that." She sighed, and, in a
more serious voice said, "Fine. What do you want to
eat?" I shrugged a little and said, "I guess whatever
you're having." I mocked a smile to satisfy her. She
nodded and walked downstairs. I shut my door and threw
my robe onto the bed, ready to get in the shower.


"I'll be back later, mom." I yelled to her as I left
on my way to Chris's house. He didn't live far, but my
thoughts made it seem miles away. When I was sure that
I was out of sight from my house, I reached into my
pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes that Chris
had given me almost 2 months ago. It still had seven
cigarettes in it. Pulling my lighter from the pack, I
brought the cigarette to my lips and lit it. It calmed
me down a bit, but I was still nervous as hell, and
before I had even gotten half way through the
cigarette, I reached his house. I took my last drag
and held the smoke in for a few seconds longer.
Letting it seep from my mouth, I continued, trying to
not shake. I was standing at his back door and just as
I was about to knock, the door swung open. "Took you
long enough." Chris said with a ragged grin on his
face. I raised an eyebrow to return the sarcasm. "Come
on," Chris said moving out of the door way. "Shut the
door behind you." I stepped inside and shut the door.
I listened and realized that there wasn't a single
sound in the house. Considering that it was almost
12:oo o'clock, it was extremely weird. "Why's it so
quiet?" I asked almost in a whisper. "Hmm?" Chris said
as he opened the refrigerator fishing around for
something to drink. "Oh. I forgot to tell you, I'll be
home by myself for almost two weeks. Mom and dad went
to Jamaica to celebrate their 25th anniversary.
Whoo-hoo, right?" He nervously laughed.

I was shocked almost. Chris was even more nervous than
I was. He was still looking for something to drink,
even though he had only two or three options. Finally,
he pulled out a Vanilla Coke and shut the fridge. He
turned around and stared at me. This is when I truly
saw how nervous he was. His once masculine face was
now boyish, his posture sagging, and his eyes were
red. At first, I though he had just had another
allergy attack, rare as they are. It wasn't allergies.
He'd been crying and on top of it all, he looked like
shit. He hadn't brushed his hair or changed clothes.
"God, Chris," I began, "You look like crap." This was
my attempt to break the tension, but it didn't work.
His face went from boyish to pissed off. "Yeah, well
you stay up all night freaking out about what
happened, crying your eyes out like a fucking baby,
chain smoking your ass off, and tell me you wouldn't
look like shit." I bit my lip in uncertainty. He
opened the Vanilla Coke and took a sip. Letting his
eyes linger from me, he left the room and I followed.
We went into the living room. He chose to sit on the
sofa and I chose to sit on the recliner, opposite of
him. "Sorry. I didn't mean-" He held his hand up in
protest and shook his head. "It's fine."

I left it at that and started to wonder what to say
next. I opened my mouth to begin, but I still couldn't
figure out what to say. He noticed and said, "Yeah,
same here." We both laughed, but it was strictly from
being so nervous. "I'd been waiting for the right
moment to tell you," Chris began. "But, it never came.
Don't get me wrong, Jay. I'm not gay. I'm bi. And...to
be honest, I've been," He narrowed his eyes and
wrinkled his brow, as if he were having trouble
finding what words to use. "Err...obsessed with you for
a long time now." Before he started talking, I had
reached into my pocket to get another cigarette, but
now I was sitting there wide-eyed with the cigarette
half way to my mouth. He slightly smiled and
continued. "I promised myself that I was going to tell
you last night and when I started reading your story,
I decided that was the time, but you caught me off
guard, Jay. Like I said, I know what I wanted to
happen, and it didn't happen." Now I could think of
something to say. Something that I had been wondering
about since it happened. "Then, what did you want to
happen?" I lit the cigarette and he followed. We both
had taken a hit before he began again. "I wanted to
just tell you, I guess, and see what happened. When
you caught me off guard, I panicked and forced myself
to do something. And I'm sure that you know it wasn't
what I wanted to do." He finished and took another sip
of the Vanilla Coke. It made a strange kind of since
now. I was feeling stupid again because I was right.
He didn't mean it the way I had taken it. "When you
left," he started again, "I thought I had just killed
everything we had built as friends. That's why I came
over, Jay. When that didn't go good either, I went
home and fell to pieces. I kept thinking about how
we'd never be friends again and how if we had any
chance to start a relationship, I had just shattered
it. I was too scared to sleep just in case you called
and I didn't answer." He paused to calm himself down
before he started to cry again, but it was too late.
Half way through what he was saying he had started to
cry. I almost felt like laughing. I mean, I thought I
had overreacted big time and it turned out that he was
the one who overreacted. "Chris," I said calmly and
smiled. "There's nothing in the world that could break
our friendship up." I grinned a little, then said,
"And the chance of us having a relationship it still
there." I smiled again and he looked directly into my
eyes smiled back. I got up, walked over to the couch,
and knelt down beside him. Holding my arms open, he
leaned forward and hugged me tight. I wrapped my arms
around him and we both began to cry. He whispered in
my ear, "I've been wanting to do this for so long."
His voice was shallow and torn by his tears. I closed
my eyes and whispered back, "Me too." We hugged
tighter and sat there for what seemed like hours.


After spending almost three hours talking about what
had happened, what we both want, and what should be
done, we ended up in his room watching the Matrix, one
of our favorites. We were cuddled up on his bed. His
arms were wrapped around my waist and I was laying
with my head on his chest. Everything felt so right
for once. Before the movie had ended, I fell asleep
and I had no dreams, at least, none that I could
remember. I slowly woke up and smiled, remembering
where I was. I rubbed his chest with my hand before
opening my eyes. 'If only we could stay like this
forever,' I thought to myself. I opened my eyes and
looked up at Chris. He had fallen asleep too, but my
movement woke him. He rubbed my back and smiled as he
opened his eyes. We laid like that for several
minutes. Not talking, moving, or making the slightest
gesture that either one of us wanted to get up in fear
that we would spoil this perfect moment. "If only I
could wake up to you every day," He finally said.
"Yeah...that'd be great." I said, still in a hazy waking
world. He lifted me up and gently put me on the other
side of his bed. I groaned in protest, but he got up
anyway. He walked over to the television, turned it
off and went into the bathroom. I took this
opportunity to go get something drink. I was thirsty
as hell and wasn't about to kiss him with cottonmouth.
On my way to the kitchen, I finally realized what time
it was. I quickly walked to the phone in his kitchen
and called home. My mom answered. "Hello?" She asked.
"Hey, mom." I said relieved that she hadn't gone to
bed yet.
"Jay, where in God's name have you been? Your father
and I have been worried. Do you know what time it is?"
She yelled.
"Ugh...yeah I know what time it is. Sorry. Chris and I
started this tournament and before I knew it, it was
10:30. Sorry." I lied. I tried to never lie to my her,
but sometimes you just have to.
"Yeah, I bet you are. Your father wants to talk to
you."
Now I was in deep shit. I heard her hand to phone to
him and pulled the phone from my ear. It was a good
thing I did too. "Boy, when you get home, I'm going to
beat the living hell out of you!" He yelled at the top
of his lungs.
"Dad." I began.
"I don't want any excuses!" He argued back.
"Dad," I tried to get his attention, but it didn't
work.
"I want you home right now, Jay!" I heard him slam his
fist on something, probably the coffee table.
"Yeah, right dad. Look, I'll see you guys tomorrow.
I'm spending the night over here. Talk to you then!
Tell mom I love her. Bye." I said as fast as I
possible could and hung up. I exhaled loudly and
rubbed my face with my hands. I couldn't believe what
I had just done. My dad would kill me for sure now.
Hell, it wouldn't surprise me if he walked over here
and made a scene. I put it out of my head and stared
in confusion. Remembering why I was in the kitchen in
the first place, I walked over to the fridge and took
out a Vanilla Coke, one of my favorite drinks. The
cool liquid brought my mouth back to life and also
woke up my stomach. It had been almost twelve hours
since I had last eaten. I walked over to the pantry
and browsed through the foods. Finally, I decided to
just munch. I wasn't really in the mood to cook, so I
took out a bag of Doritos and went back to Chris's
room, but he wasn't in there.

Author's Note: There is one more installment of this
story. I have yet to add any more due to being
extremely busy. However, I can be persuaded to hurry
up. Hehe. Just let me know if you want me to keep
writing, and I will. BUT, if no one tells me to finish
this after I submit the next section, then I will not
finish the story. I'm too busy to waste my time...and
if no one wants to read it, then it's a waste of my
time. :-p Sorry to be so blunt, but that's how it is.
Also, if you send me an e-mail and rag on me, you will
not recieve a reply. Don't bother or it'll be a waste
of YOUR time. :-p