Date: Thu, 23 Jan 2003 07:14:23 -0500 From: Gerald Johnson Subject: IN A PERSON'S WORLD 2/1 IN A PERSON'S WORLD 2 (Chapter 1) by Gerald Johnson WARNING: If you do not wish to view stories that contain sexual content between two males, then I suggest that you leave right now. If this type of sex is illegal in your state, country, providence, or land, then I must also ask you to make a quick exit. According to the laws of where you reside in, if you are underage, leave now. Any part of this story which may seem real, is just due to your imagination, including any male description, dormitory, female description, or any other being. Chapter 1 Mark's POV In a shuddering gasp, Matt thrust once more in me and filled the condom to the brim. I took hold of his arm and tried to hold on. That last movement went into me with such power that it kinda hurt. The look on Matt's face was priceless. He was all sweaty and gasping for air. His mouth open, and in the corner was a smirk. At least HE got off. I'm not saying it wasn't great. It was great but it wasn't as great as something greater. I don't know. All I know is that I didn't do anything this time. Our love making was in the same position it's been in for the past month, with me on my back and him on top. Without waiting for him to let go, I flipped him so he was on his back and I was on top. Up there, I looked into his eyes . . . and pulled off. The magic was gone for tonight. I didn't say a word, I just got up and went to the bathroom. This was our typical night. Me on my back, him screwing me. When he's done, I pull away from him and go to the bathroom too great cleaned up. When I got back, the same scene was in motion. Matt was on his back, his breathing was almost back to normal. The condom was still on his dick and he didn't seem to want to take it off. "Aren't you gonna throw that away?" I asked, grabbing an extra pillow from his closet (we were at his house). "Nah, I'll do it later." "If you don't take it off now, it'll stay on forever." I crawled into bed and laid down. It was chilly in the room. The AC must be on full blast. "No, it won't. It's biodegradable," he said in a silly voice. I took his hand in mine and held onto him. This is the part of the rut that I like the most, the part where we hold each other. "Take it off." Pulling it off, he said, "Fine. Where do you want me to put it?" "Throw it away," I repeated. Shrugging his shoulders, he threw it on the floor at the foot of the bed. "That'll stain. You know that right?" He snuggled up close to me, "Yeah, so? Dad won't care." We spooned and I held onto him. I could hear that his breathing was finally normal and judging from that last look he gave me. He was to the brink of sleep. Yup, this is my favorite part of every night. Call me a romantic, but I love my fucked-up gay love. Chad's POV Sigh. It's been two months since I've had sex and it seems like I don't really want it. My libido has been on a downward spiral for a while now and sex is almost totally out of my mind. I haven't jacked off, I haven't been sucked, I haven't fucked. I don't know what's wrong with me, I've just lost all energy and focus on it. Sex is so trivial. It was nearing midnight and I was still in the Public Library doing research for my term paper for Geography: `Life in Asia'. Yay. Wow. Amazing. Boy, it's tough being a geek. I was lazily lounging on the unforgiving couch with piles of books and papers surrounding me. My glasses, which I barely use, were crooked and dirty but I didn't wanna clean it. I'm too tired. A yawn escaped me and I stretched. My surrounding was ever so quiet. No one was here, except for me and the librarian. Getting up, I stretched and walked over to the books, fiddling through which I needed. Ugh, I don't need any of them. Boy, this is annoying. I turned around to go back to my seat--when BAM! --I hit an unsuspecting person behind me. I nearly knocked the person with my clunk-y self but I caught him in time. My hand darted out to grab him before he fully fell on his ass and luckily, I did. What I beheld, so to speak, was a tremendously handsome man. He was dressed with a British flag sleeveless t-shit and camouflage bandage pants. On top of his shit was a sticker that read, `Senior'. That's great! He still goes to school. A leather spiked choker wrapped around his neck, including other necklaces. His dark features suited his taste in clothing, dark. I'm guessing he's Greek but the slightly long, curly black hair gives me a hint of Italian heritage. I don't really know what his breeding his but all I know is that I still had my hand with his and he seemed like he was getting cramped so I pulled him back up. "Shit. Sorry about that," I apologized. "I didn't know anyone else was here." "It's okay," the guy groaned when he was fully erect, standing that is. He had an accent that I figured to be English. I got a better look at him this way. He seemed to be about my age, maybe younger. His body was slim and not really defined but you can tell that he works out. His eyes were a warming brown and on his left eyebrow was a small scar. I guess he stood up too fast because when I let him go, he almost fell again but I also grabbed him again. Boy, saving this guy is becoming a real chore--a chore that I like--mind you, but still a chore. "Whoa," I said when I made sure he could stand on his own. "You okay, guy?" "Um . . ." he said rubbing his eyes, "Yeah, I'm fine." "My bad, I didn't see you. Are you sure you're okay?" "Really, I'm fine," he said sounding a bit irritated by my constant questions. "Sorry, I just didn't see you." He took my hand again, and this time shook it, "That's fine. By the way, I'm Jacob." Shaking his hand, I was mesmerized by his eyes but still was able to say my name, "Chad." That's all I said and I was still shaking his hand. I could shake his hand, or other body parts, forever. There was a scent in the air, and it was his. Hmm, it smelt wonderful, rose and sandalwood. It wasn't exactly that I was aroused, more like charmed. Charmed. "Well," Jacob started to say, looking a bit uncomfortable, "I gotta go. I've got an early class tomorrow, Home room." He walked away and then turned around to flash me a smile, "Chad, right?" Nodding and smiling, I blushed. "I'll see ya." And with that, he left me and mine alone. "You should've at least tried to see if he has AIM. You could've talked more there," Matt said, laying on his side, stroking Mark's chest who was in his embrace. I on the other hand, was over at the desk, my head on the table which was incessantly hitting the hard wood. "I know! I know! I just didn't know what to do. Every being in my body froze as I bumped into him. And when he fell, all I wanted to do was catch him. Not just because I was the one that hit him but because . . . I wanted to know his name. And now, because of my staring, he conveniently had to go away." I took a pen in hand and started just marking the piece of paper that was beneath my head. "You were just awestruck. You couldn't help it," Mark explained. "It happens to everyone. Just look at Matt and me, when I first saw him, my jaw dropped." "And if I remember correctly," Matt continued, "so did your balls." "Just because I saw you when I reached puberty doesn't mean you were the one that caused it," Mark laughed, taking Matt's head and kissing him. "No, stop," I said weakly. "I can't take your sweetness. I'm gonna barf." I seriously was. These two were making me sick! All their lovey-dovey shit was making wanna hurl. I see the way they look into each other's eyes, perfect bliss. Perfect happiness. I HATE them! Mark made a face. "Hey, if you want to leave, then go. It wasn't my fault that you decided you didn't want to do anything with both of us at the same time. I want to sleep with you both but no . . . You didn't want to. You made the decision and now you have to face the consequences." "This is all your fault, you know," Matt chimed in. "Me?!" Mark asked, clearly appalled. "If you hadn't gotten to his dick in the first place, he wouldn't have turned gay and he would have spent his life a flaming hetero. And then, he could have had the antiquated, meaningless, heterosexual ritual of getting married." "You don't wanna get married?" Mark asked. He seemed rather bothered by this as he sat up and looked at Matt. "Well, it is what it is, isn't it? I mean, there isn't anything there that we don't already know. Besides even if we did try to get married, it wouldn't matter. It wouldn't be legal, just symbolic. Who would even marry us? Most likely, we'd be beaten by our mothers and fathers for even suggesting it." I think I made a boo-boo. Crap. I caused a fight to break out between these two. How was I supposed to know this? "Um, you guys? I think I'm gonna go downstairs. Let you sort this thing out yourselves." I got up from the chair about two inches before-- "Sit down!" they both yelled at me. Mark was mad now, "Just because your father might not accept it, doesn't mean my parent's won't." "Mark, get it through your skull. What's your religion?" "Catholic, but that doesn't--" "And is your family very religious?" "Yes, but--" "And do you think that your family would like for us to have a relationship, more so, a marriage?" Mark's losing the war. "No. But why--" "Mark, we love each other. Why do we need the world to know that when we know it ourselves?" Just when I thought that the battle might be over and done with, another barrage of missiles hit. "And what do you mean, `you father might not accept it'? I think my father would accept it much easier than yours would." "Yeah, right!" Mark said, almost with laughter. "Shh, Mark. Just because this isn't your house, doesn't mean that you won't get in trouble," I said. "Chloe will kick both of your asses out if you don't keep your voice down. When I said that you guys could spend the night, I only said it because I needed to talk. Forget about this marriage thing and just go to sleep. Okay?" The subject was dropped and they both seemed to get the point that I did not want to talk about anything relationship-wise. "Where will you sleep," Mark asked, always concerned for me. "I'll get a pillow and sheet from the closet and stay on the floor. You two can keep the bed." They nodded and seem to go to sleep. Pulling out the necessities from the closet, I settled down too. There I lain, my right leg bent and leaned down on the bed, my left hand behind my head, me in nothing but my boxers, and a sheet covering my body. All I could think about was Jacob. I remember the smile he gave me before he left, and that hauntingly beautiful face covered every inch of my retina. I just couldn't seem to shake him from my thoughts. "Chad?" "Hm?" I answered. It was Mark. "What's the matter. I can hear you from all the way here. You keep on sighing." His hand went down and touched my arm affectionately. "You're cold. Come up here with me." "With us." "He's fast asleep. When he is, he doesn't cuddle. He usually moves away from me and faces the other way," he said, rather sadly. "Now, get up here before you catch a cold. The floor is freezing." "Fine. But we better not do anything." "We can't do anything." he said. I didn't trust him but still went with it. Standing up, I got on the bed as Mark scooted backward, toward Matt's back. Matt was asleep, so I gentle moved into Mark's embrace, touching his front with my back. It felt so good next to his body, it always does. His arm wrapped around me and I felt solace again, what I haven't felt in the longest time. Mark's breath was so close to my ear so he just whispered, "Tell me what's wrong." Whenever he orders me to do something, which is very scarce, I always do it. "It's Jacob." "I see," he said, "continue." "Whenever I close my eyes, I see him. It's hard enough to know that I'm never gonna see him again, but do I have to see him every day?" "You're not making any sense," he explained, stroking my arms. This movement caused blood to rush in my veins, warming me up. I felt safe in his arms, I always do. This feels so right but society tells me it's wrong. Why can't people just open their eyes, love doesn't care about genders. But I'm getting off track. "You see, everything reminds me of him. Just the sight of you and Matt, makes me see what might have happened if I actually did talk to him more, if he really was attracted to me." Mark kissed my neck, "From what you told me about that smile, you've got only three ways this can go, darling. 1) He's gay and he is attracted to you. 2) He's gay but he's not attracted and you're just merely projecting. And 3) He's straight and he just likes the attention you gave to him . . . and you're merely projecting. This is what I gotta say, look for him. Check everywhere. Find him, get to know him, know for sure which one of these choices do you have and just live with it. Don't live life with these three still in the back of your mind. Go for it. `Kay?" Taking his hand, I brought it to my mouth and kissed it. "When did you get so smart?" I didn't expect an answer but I did get something, "When the same thing happened to me." Simon's POV "Just because he hasn't spoken to me in a while, doesn't mean he was just using me," I tried telling Chloe. The sounds of basketballs bouncing vibrated through the gym while students of all classes played their usual game, not noticing the conversation we were having. I met Chloe just a few days after my encounter with Matt. Mark and Chad, Chloe's twin brother, were going to Matt's house, I guess for their transactions. Chloe drove them there, since she took the car to her friend's house. Mark told me that Chloe knows about the three of them (Chad, Matt, and Mark) and that she was fine with it. I think the phrase Mark used was `Fag Hag', whatever that means. Anyway, when she dropped them off, I met up with the two studs and Mark seemed rather protective of me and asked if Chloe could give me a ride home. And with that, we left, just given enough time to exchange small formalities with Chad. Chloe, with all her new knowledge of gay guys, finally suspected me and outed me in front of Chad. At first I was embarrassed but after Chad asked Chloe to leave the room, I felt better because of what Chad told me. Here was our last conversation: The door shut with a small click as Chloe left the room. Chad was sitting on the bed and beckoned me to sit next to him. We were in his room. I sat next to him, and we were both silent for a while. Then he spoke, "Simon, you've gotta understand what's happening here. You've just come out, right? To no one else but this little tight-knit dysfunctional group of friends, right?" I nodded. It was true, I haven't told anyone about my preferences except for Mark, Matt, Chloe, and now Chad. I haven't even told my brother, whom by the way, I'm not messing with. Mark was wrong about that tidbit, I'm just protective of him. "Uh, yeah. I haven't told anyone. Why would I tell anyone?" Chad got a look on his face that most people get when they're going through a flashback. "Ah . . ." he sighed. Uh-oh. This is gonna be long. "When I first thought about myself as gay, well, I don't know. Everything inside me was weird, like I had lied to myself all those years. Mark brought me out, and that was really helpful. I think I had the sudden urge to tell every guy that I saw that I was gay, just to see if they were and maybe we could fool around. God, now I sound like Mark. Don't get me wrong, I love the guy. More than you can know." "But . . ." I continued for him. "But," he gave me a look and a smile, "he's a total nympho. All sex, all the time. I was sore in places that I wasn't allowed to be that sore when we first started our brief hang out. It was great, but it was tiring. It takes someone of Matt's stature to keep Mark happy." A flash of a frown came to his face but was quickly suppressed. "Well, Matt's keeping him happy and I'm off to look for my own like Mark, or my own Matt." He was about to leave when I surprised him with this question, "You love him don't you? More than you lead on, right?" Even though he had his back to me, I heard the grin. Chad turned around and I saw a brightness that made him glow like a star. Unexpectedly, he attacked, tackling me into the bed. We wrestled but I knew that he could easily have handled me. It was nice that he played with me. He made me feel like my own younger brother. Ruffling my hair, he sat down. He was still trying to catch his breath and when he did, he said, "Yes, I do. Don't tell him, or Matt but I do." When I caught up to my lungs, I told him, "Don't worry. I won't. Tell me, we just met a few days ago, and you revel something like this to me. Why?" "Because your going through the same thing, boy." I didn't know what he was talking about. And I tried to tell him that by curving my eyebrow. "Oh, no. Don't try and get away with it. I've seen you when you look at Matt. If there is anyone who knows anything about longing for love, it's me. You've got it as bad as I do. And I won't tell either of them, I promise," he said smiling and raising his hand in a scout's honor sort of thing. "Thanks man, but I have no clue what you're talking about. I don't like Matt that much," I told him. And I really meant it, I think. I don't know, I think I'm too young to be thinking about that. "Riiiight," he said, rolling his eyes. "Whatever you say dude, just don't try anything because if you cause a break up with those two, I'm gonna be in the middle again and you don't wanna know the shit I had to go through when those two weren't together. It's like someone's watching them, making sure that they are always together, always happy." He got a disgusted look on his face, "I hate them." And that was what we talked about, back to the present time. "Are we in denial? Come on!" she yelled at me, waving her hands trying to get me to listen to her. "You're damn sure as hot, but you aren't exactly what Matt's looking for. Shit, I'd fuck you but your still not Matt's type." This wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear. "What Matt looks for his the guy that's sitting in the back row, looking outside the window. He doesn't want the star, he wants a planet--not even that--a moon. I'm sorry but look at it this way. Let's go with your looks. You have blond hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin. You're a star. Mark's different. He doesn't get out into the light that much, giving him a nightly glow. Those brown eyes of his and that black hair, makes him a night child. A moon." "But opposites attracted, don't they?" Because what she just described was Matt, I thought of it that way. "Matt is like that, I'm different. I'm a sun child, he's a moon. Come on, you think that there is no possible way that he might ever think of me that way?" Chloe dropped her head in an exaggerated fashion. She seemed like she didn't want to hear what I wanted to be true. "Simon. Look, it's different. Those two belong together and they should be together. You're not gonna change that. So he made you cum. That's not love. That's lust." I was so glad that no one was around when she said that, but maybe she's right. I don't know Matt that much to fall in love so fast. Matt's POV "You're brother is crazy, you know that right?" I tried telling to Chloe. "How the hell does he expect to find someone he just met and know nothing about in our bustling population?" "I think it's sweet," Mark chimed up. "You think cum's sweet," I snapped. "Hey, just because he's trying to find love, doesn't mean that he's crazy, " Mark protested, unaffected by my tone of voice. That's what I can't stand about Mark. He'll pull your throat out when it comes to people messing with his friends, but when it comes to himself, he just takes it. I don't know why. There the four of us were, Mark between my legs, his head laying down on my torso. We leaned against the walls of my bedroom. Chad was on the bed, sitting cross legged, twiddling his fingers. Chloe was on the bean bag, lounging around. "Mark! Listen to yourself," Chloe said to me. "You're talking about love. He's not looking for love, he's--and I mean this is the nicest way--looking to get laid but some cute guy that might not even have the same preference!" Chad, Chloe, Mark, and me were inside my house this time, trying to convince this guy to forget about Jacob. There's nothing he can do, and we've told this to him many, many times. Okay, so maybe not all of us share my point of view. It's likely that Chloe is mostly on my side when Mark's on Chad's side. I don't see what they see. Jacob was just a passing guy in Chad's life that he'll never see again. It's just to improbable. "But he's not--" Mark tried to say but was interjected by Chad. Out of the blue, Chad screamed, "I wanna say something!" We were shocked at his suddenness and his tone, mostly it was Mark who was shocked, but nonetheless, we were surprised. "Look," he started, when his voice calmed down, "Mark, I appreciate what you're trying to do but they're absolutely right. It's not love I'm looking for, it's friendship. I don't even know if this Jake is gay." Chloe turned to Mark, and said, "See? I told--" "Chloe, you're not 100% correct either. I don't want to get laid, all I want to do is talk to him again. The person here most likely that wants to get laid is Mark," Chad explained. The last comment almost made Mark mad, but he knew, I knew, and Chad knew that he was right. Mark's always in for a good romping, so the whole thing was put into an inside joke, way inside. "Who gives a shit?!" I suddenly yelled out. Okay, this time, they weren't surprised. "I'm tired of this shit. Chad, you're smarter than this. How do you expect to find this guy?" "I don't know," he--and I knew that this was going to be another Chad answer, the guy just doesn't know how to defend himself--said, "but I wish I could find him." See what I mean? Chad is always gonna be the good guy with never a dark side to him and that will be one of his most dangerous mistakes. "You'll find him. It shouldn't be that hard and when you do, you'll be much different, whether with a new friend or with your heart broken," Mark said. The tone of his voice was that of folly but I think that he might be right. He got off of me and sat down near Chad. The two were exchanging grins of happiness. I watch the two of them together, Chad and Mark, and I know that even though they don't say anything about it, they do care about each other more than they want to show. It's the small things that give it away, a touch on the shoulders. The grin on Mark's face when they're laughing together. I mean, even when Mark and I are together, we never connect like he does with Chad. We connect in other ways, that's for sure. And I know that Chad would rather leave and not see Mark if it meant that he'd be the one to cause him pain. Then I thought about Chloe. Mark told me before that he and her once had a spark, well before everything happened. She doesn't know it, but I see when she looks at Mark and me. Depressed is the word that comes to mind. Every time I look at her and Mark's with me, she seems more quiet and solemn. Problem with Mark is, he just made two people fall for him. One is a guy and one is a girl. They are both brother and sister. And they are twins, try and get that out of your mind. It would be so much easier if they were identical twins, instead of fraternal. Hey, that image is actually pretty hot. Knowing Mark, he'd had both of them inside his ass in no time flat. Heh, that's my man whore. "Matt?" Chloe said, snapping me back to reality. "Let's go outside for a minute to talk. There's something you should know." Standing up and stretching, I nodded to the door and went outside with Chloe following behind. I knew this was serious, as is all the talks that I have with her so I went to the place where no one will ever bother us, the backyard patio. It was a big space that if I ever wanted to get lost, that would be the place. Wildlife flourished there and was big enough for two or three more houses. Our property is huge but we never use more than what we need. Dad's a big environmentalist. Out there, the birds chirped and squirrels ran from tree to tree. Chloe and I were at the deck of the second story, overlooking the place. Every fond memory of this spot came rushing to me but I had to focus on her for now. "So, what is so important?" I asked, leaning on the railing of the balcony/deck. Closing the sliding door behind her, she looked at me with eyes that told me, `You know what I'm about to say', but factually, I have no idea. None of us moved until she got tired of our starring and said (nearly yelling), "Matt! You know why we're here!" "To make sure the world doesn't populate with the use of us? Because unless they find a way for Mark's ass to shoot out a kid then--" "Does everything have to be sarcastic with you?" she asked, annoyed. "Well, according to the people at school if I'm gonna be the Anti-Christ then, yeah, I do." "Get it through you fucking skull! Okay, out of the guys you've slept with, who haven't you talked to in the longest time?" I smiled, "Oh, Coach Douglas wants another fucking? Sure, I'll be happy to--" "I'm talking about Simon!" she yelled then did a double take and quickly said, "You fucked Coach Douglas?" I dropped my mouth, rolled my eyes, and started shaking my head. I sure hope that she knows that was a no. Grabbing a chair to lounge on, I asked her, "What's wrong with Silly Simon?" Doing as I did, she sat down and said, "He's hurt because you haven't talked to him since you guys . . . you know." "Know what?" I asked, goading her. "You know that day that you and Mark got back together? Mark left and you and Simon . . ." she waited for me to fill in the void. I didn't. "Come on! When you and he . . ." "Oh," I said with a smirk, "When I had my own shoeshine boy. Too bad I didn't have any shoes on, he had to polish something else." "Hey!" she yelled, "Don't mess with him like that. He's just a little kid and you fucked his mind up. You know how wrong that was? He actually thinks that you might have feelings for him." "And? What's it to me? So Silly Simon got's a silly crush on me, let him have it. It'll toughen him up when he finds out that I'm not so special." "He's plenty tough. Why would you say that?" "Shit, Chloe. You must notice this can't you? Sure, that fucker has the body that I wish I had when I was his age, and he's a fucking looker, but the thing is, he's too trusting. He was lucky that he tried that shit on me and not someone else. You know what might have happened to him if he tried that routine with a homophobe? He might not even be alive if it was someone like Mike he did that shit to." Mike was a friend at school. Not exactly the best person to come out to. "So you see what I'm trying to tell you? He thinks everyone in the world is gay because the people he's had a crush on are. The world's not like that. He'll fall for straights, homophobes, and maybe a few people who are just experimenting. It could get him into a lot of trouble. He's got to learn to watch himself." Throughout my whole speech, Chloe was silent and I knew I got to her. "Why can't you tell him this yourself?" "Because I'm not the kind of person to do that. I don't have the right properties to." I stood up and started to go to the sliding door. "It's not my job." She did the same and asked, "Then whose is it?" "Someone more sensitive than I am, take your pick on anyone that's in my room right now." I descended down the stairs. Chloe yelled out, "Where are you going?" "Tell them I went to a friend's house. You guys can spend the night if you want, I know Mark will. I'll be back in a few hours," I yelled back. Mark's POV Chad watched silently as the two left the room and after they left, asked, "Wonder where they're going." It was more of a statement than a question really. "Ah, don't worry about them. What about you?" I asked, all giddy. "Aren't you happy?! I mean, you're gonna get to have sex with your guy!" "Mark," I warned. "Ah, shut up. I can say what I want to say," I told him, leaning closer. "Life's changed so much this past year, hasn't it?" Smiling, Chad gripped my shirt and pulled me next to him and he laid me down while he took the place next to me, on his side. "It has but isn't it great?" "Tell me a few reasons why," I challenged him. "Well," he started as he consolingly ran his fingers up and down my arm. "First of all, you're with Matt and that's great. Second of all, I've come out to a few people. Third of all, I'm not at all afraid anymore to do this to you." "What in the world are you talking about," I asked, making a face to his last statement. The gentle touch he gave me continued, "Mark, we've been friends since forever and can you think of a time when we were this close and I could touch you in this way? Or when I can totally open up to you about everything that doesn't include stupid stuff like heterosexuality? I mean, come on! I think everyone knows that straight sex is just a state of mind." "That's true," I told him, poking fun of course, literary; I poked his stomach. Chad grasped my hand and opened his mouth in a silent gasp. He hates being tickled ever since we first met and his reaction to it is to try and curl up into the fetal position. It's so fucking cute to see a guy so sensitive. Matt's not like that, nor aren't I. His grip on my hand was strong, firm but the slightest touch can sooth him ever so easily. And that's what I did. Bending my wrist, I ran my fingers through his soft blond arm hair. That did the trick and his clasp softened until it was fully gone. I laughed and looked at his face. Stubble that is usually gone were formed on his chin and I just noticed it. Rough and coarse, it looked like tiny spikes of gold. His beauty exceeds that of Matt and I know. And his compassion and his fire is why I am attracted to him. Those soft, supple, full red lips, those emerald green eyes, the wonderful tan on his body made him extremely desirable. "You haven't shaved yet," I told him, running my ringer through the stubble. "See? Can you remember a time when we were in middle school and you touched my chin like this?" he asked. "No," I replied and then said, "but that's because you could never grow a beard back then. You were a scrawny little runt." And I tickled him again and he curled as I expected. "But you grew. You grew so much more than I did. And you're strong. So much stronger than me." Chad blushed when I said that and his rosy cheek made him look so vulnerable, though he isn't. My finger traveled up his strong jaw line and reached his cheek. Rubbing it a bit, seeing the red leaving, I had the sudden urge to kiss him. I wanted to. I needed to. But I didn't. I turned away from him, stood up, and turned back to him, "Just because you're taller, stronger, cuter than I am, doesn't mean that you can fuck as good as I can." "As well," he corrected. "Well, whatever. When will you try and meet up with Jake again?" I asked, changing the subject. "I'm gonna try tonight. At the Library is where I found him, I might as well check again. No harm, no foul," he said, with glittering eyes. To Be Continued As you can see, I didn't actually start up where I finished last time because that plot was too cliche. I can go only one of two ways from here on out. It'll be up to the readers and I will choose which one to go one with. I can go the normal way, trying for figure out what plot I can salvage or I can go the fantasy way, with myth, mayhem, adventure but with still sex intertwined within the plot. Whatever you want me to do, I will do it--but only if the votes that I tally up favors your, well, favor. E-mail me and we'll see where we'll go from here on out.