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Love at the Bus Stop

I opened my eyes and peered at the alarm clock beside me. I still had a few minutes to go before the alarm would go off, beginning another day. First day of school for another year, urgh!! I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Jason, I'm 17 years old, 5'11", slim build, brown hair, green eyes, fairly average looking. Some of the girls at school reckon I'm cute though, I've even been asked out on dates a few times. Well, the problem with that is...basically, girls don't do it for me, guys do. Yep, you guessed it, I'm gay.

I realised I was 'different' around the age of 13. In phys ed class I'd watch the other boys change, and it excited me seeing their smooth young bodies. I didn't quite know why I felt that way, but in health class we started doing sex education (or what laughingly passes for sex education anyway), and all became clear to me. I worried that someone would discover my secret, so I was very careful to keep up the charade of being straight. None of my friends suspected anything which was good. I suppose if anyone were to figure it out, it would be them.

Eventually, my friends and I slowly drifted apart, so it wasn't a problem about them finding out. They were all very good at sports, including football, soccer team, and athletics. I was hopeless, couldn't even throw a ball straight. I only did phys ed class because it was compulsory, and I always felt like a failure. I guess I'm the academic type, the typical nerd. So my friends spent a lot of their time with their team mates, and we didn't see as much of each other. Sometimes I wish I was good at sports, then I could be popular like they are. My description of the typical nerd is pretty much how most of the school sees me, they only bother to speak to me if they need help with some homework, or something like that. I'd love to be Mr Popularity for a day, to have a taste of what it feels like.

The alarm went off, so I reached over and switched it off. I dragged myself out of bed, and went to the bathroom to do the usual morning routine. I stood under the shower for what seemed like ages, hoping the running water would wash away the old me. I got out and dried off, looking at myself in the mirror. I must have good genes or something, cause I'm still reasonably slim, even though I don't exercise much. I'm hardly a great catch I thought to myself, no washboard stomach, no muscles, not even a great tan. I brushed my hair, and walked back into my room to get dressed. My school doesn't have a uniform as such, but does insist on it's students wearing particular colours, dark grey and red in our case. So I picked out my old faithful, grey cargo pants and a red t-shirt. After a quick breakfast, I grabbed my things and was out the door to catch the bus.

I hadn't been waiting very long, when the bus turned up. I got on board and put my ticket in the machine, surveying the faces as I made my way to a seat. Some old familiar faces, and some new ones too, all looking glum. Hehe, nice to know everyone was as thrilled as I was to be here. All too soon we'd arrived and everyone started to shuffle off the bus. I started walking off slowly towards school, we always had assembly on the first day in the gym, and I was not in any particular hurry to get there. I heard a scuffle behind me, and someone shouted out "Move it, pretty boy". I turned around to see who it was, none other than Brian Cunningham. He wasn't exactly the brightest of students, but he made up for it on the football field. Brian was 6'3" and solidly built, if he was heading your way, you moved, or you got trampled. Whoever it was that he'd shoved had been holding a folder full of papers, which were now all over the ground. He was kneeling down picking them up, and since no one else was around, I decided to go over and help.

"Erm, do you wanna hand with those?" I asked.

"Yeah that'd be great thanks." he said, and he looked up and smiled. My heart nearly skipped a beat when I saw this boy's face, he was cute. He was my age, with spiky blonde hair, deep blue eyes, soft smooth skin without any blemishes, and very kissable lips. He had little dimples in his cheeks when he smiled, which sent his cute factor up a zillion points in my book. His t-shirt was very close fitting and it looked like he had a good body underneath it. Even his voice sounded sexy, not too deep. I tried my hardest not to stare as I helped him pick his papers up. I handed them to him, and we both straightened up. He was about my height, and I noticed he had grey shorts on. They showed off his legs, which were as nicely tanned as the rest of him, with hardly a hair on them. My eyes went further up and stopped at the crotch, and I began to wonder how big he was. I started to imagine what it would be like undressing him, kneeling in front of him, admiring his beautiful body. Get a grip Jason I thought to myself, and snapped out of my little day dream.

"Thanks for your help, oh I'm Scott by the way." he said, holding his hand out.

"Cool, nice to meet you Scott, my name's Jason." I said, shaking his hand. His hand felt so soft and warm in my own, and I felt all tingly inside. I reluctantly let go of his hand. "I haven't seen you around before, are you new?" I asked.

"Yeah, moved here a few weeks ago. My parents divorced, and I live with my mum now. She got a new job, which meant we had to move, so here we are." he said. Scott got a sad look in his eyes when he mentioned his parents divorce, I just wanted to hug him right there.

"Oh, sorry to hear about the divorce, must be tough." I said.

"Thanks." he said, with a brief smile. He looked down at his watch. "Oh hell, I almost forgot, I have to hand these papers in at the principal's office before school starts. Erm, maybe we could hang out at lunch time or something? You're really the only person I know around here, don't fancy eating alone." he said with a hopeful look on his face.

"Sure that would be cool, we can meet in the cafeteria." I said. He smiled when I said that, and I couldn't help but smile too.

"Great, I'll catch ya later then." he said before rushing off. I stood there watching his cute butt wiggle as he ran off to the school building. Coming or going, he still looked sexy. I always looked forward to lunch time, but today I had an especially good reason. I was going to enjoy having Scott's company for how ever long I had it. I knew soon he'd have lots of friends, and I'd end up on the back burner as always, so I planned to enjoy every minute of it.

I slowly made my way towards the gym, and the fun filled assembly that awaited. It never changed from year to year, always the same thing. The principal welcomed all the students, introduced the teachers, then launched into his speech about what a great school it is, we're all going to do wonderful things over the coming year, and we'll all be proud to be a part of the school. Gee, I hope the ambulance is on standby in case we're overcome with excitement. I got there just as the bell rang, and we were all herded into the gym. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of Scott, but I didn't see him. He did occupy my thoughts though, so much so, that the assembly was over with before I knew it.

After that, everyone went back to their assigned home rooms, where we were given our schedules for the semester. The day dragged on and on, but soon the bell rang for lunch. I grabbed my bag and charged out at top speed, anxious to meet Scott in the cafeteria. I walked in and notice he was already sat at a table. He saw me and smiled and waved at me to come over.

"Hey Scott, how are you enjoying your first day so far?" I asked as I sat down.

"As well as you can enjoy first day of school I guess." he said with a chuckle.

"I know what you mean." I said while grinning. God he looked so cute sitting there smiling, it was infectious.

"So, is there anywhere else around here we could go and have lunch, the food here doesn't look too great." he asked.

"Sure, there's a mall not too far from here, but...um...I don't have a lot of money with me....so I can't go....sorry." I said. I'd waited all morning to see him again, but if he wanted to go elsewhere, well I couldn't stop him. I tried not to show the disappointment on my face, but I guess it showed.

"Hey, don't look so glum, I'll pay, sort of a thankyou for helping me out this morning. Please say you'll come?" he asked, a pleading look on his face. He looked me straight in the eyes and that was it, how could I say no to that?

"Well okay then, I'll come, thanks." I said. The smile that lit up his face was amazing. I still wasn't sure why he was so interested in spending time with me, but who was I to complain?

"Excellent, let's get out of this dump then." he said.

It only took us about 10 minutes to walk to the mall. We picked one of the many fast food places and had our lunch. I offered to bring some money the next day, to pay for my half, but he wouldn't hear of it. We talked practically non stop about all sorts of things, turns out Scott and I had a lot in common. We walked around the mall for a little while, then we realised it was time to head back. I hadn't enjoyed myself so much in a long time, the more time I spent with him, the more I liked him.

I didn't see him for the rest of the afternoon, but we did meet up again on the bus on the way home. He grinned when he saw me and came and sat next to me. We compared our schedules and discovered we had a couple of classes together which was great. Any time spent with Scott would be great, even in a boring old class. Pretty soon we got to his bus stop, and he said goodbye and that he hoped he would see me again tomorrow before he got off the bus. As the bus drove off I saw him wave, so I waved back at him. A couple of stops later it was my stop, I got off and walked the rest of the way home. I couldn't stop grinning and for once I was actually glad to be back at school.

The rest of that week pretty much went by in a haze. I couldn't really remember what happened in any of my classes, the only thing that stuck in my mind was the time I spent with Scott. We saw each other on the bus in the morning and the afternoon, we had a couple of classes together, and of course we had lunch together every day. I enjoyed every moment we spent together, and when we were apart, I couldn't wait until I would see him next. I began to realise I was falling in love with him. At first I just thought he was cute (and I still did), but the more I got to know him as a person, the more I liked him. He occupied all my thoughts, he was a part of my life now, a part I didn't want to lose. In a way it scared me, that I could fall for a person so hard, and so quickly. My biggest concern though, was how I should tell him. In fact, I wondered if I should tell him at all. I didn't think he felt the same way about me, and I feared he would hate me if he knew the truth. Being around him and not able to tell him I loved him would be bad enough, but not having him around at all was something I didn't want to happen. So I decided to keep quiet.

Finally Friday arrived, and I was glad the weekend was almost here. Scott didn't seem to be his usual self during lunch, I wondered what was troubling him.

"Jason, are you doing anything on the weekend?" he asked.

"No, hadn't planned on anything, why?" I replied.

"Erm...I was wondering...if you wanted to...erm...come over to my house tomorrow and...maybe stay the night?" he asked, a little nervously. I'd never seen him so shy before, I thought it was so adorable. The thought of being alone with him made me kind of nervous, but a little excited at the same time. The excited half won out.

"Sure, I'd love to come to your house, I'll have to ask my mum first about staying over though." I said.

"Excellent, I hoped you'd say yes. I already asked my mum if it was okay to have a friend over, I hope yours says it's okay." he said, obviously delighted by my decision.

For the rest of the day, I thought about nothing else but staying at Scott's place. On the bus ride home, he gave me his address and phone number, I told him I would call later that evening to let him know if I could stay or not. As we neared his stop, he asked what time I would ring. I told him about 7pm and he said he would look forward to it. He said goodbye and practically flew out the door of the bus. When I arrived home, I nervously sat around waiting for my mum to arrive home from work. When she did, I cornered her in the doorway and practically begged to let me stay over at Scott's place. She said yes and I tried hard to hide my excitement. I rang Scott at 7pm and told him the good news. I could tell he was pleased that I could stay, probably glad to have someone else his age around. He told me to come around about 2:30, he had some stuff to take care of first. I told him I was looking forward to it.

I couldn't get to sleep that night, but I think I did nod off about 3am. When I got up in the morning, I showered, had some breakfast, packed a few clothes to take to Scott's, and I realised I still had a few hours to kill. I decided to go on the computer for a while and surf the net. Time must have flown by, and before I knew it, it was time to go to Scott's place. I said goodbye to my mum and flew out the door with my stuff. Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at his house. He must have seen me coming, cause before I got to the front door, it flew open and he stood there smiling. He was wearing a pair of baggy shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt, he looked as sexy as ever. Luckily I was also wearing baggy shorts, so my boner wasn't obvious. He took me up to his room and told me to dump my stuff. It was a fairly typical teenagers room, posters all over the wall, a desk in one corner that had a computer on it, and a bed in the other. I also noticed a sleeping bag on the floor next to the bed, so we wouldn't be sharing a bed. I wasn't sure whether to be pleased or disappointed about that.

He asked what we should do for the afternoon, I told him I could show him around all the good places to hang out. Scott liked that idea so off we went. As we walked around, I kept sneaking glances at him, and a couple of times I thought I caught him doing the same thing. We had a blast as usual, I always had fun when Scott was around. Time flew by and soon we had to head back to his place for dinner. I met his mum for the first time, she seemed really nice. She said she was glad Scott was making new friends, she was worried he would have trouble adjusting after leaving all his old friends behind. I could tell Scott loved his mum very much by the way he always did things for her and helping her out. It only made me love him even more.

Scott decided to get a couple of videos to watch while we were out, so once everything was cleared away after dinner, we settled down to watch them. After the first one had finished, his mum said she was going to bed and told us to keep it quiet. As we sat watching the video, I kept glancing at him, and I could swear he'd been looking at me too. When the second video had finished, we decided to head off to bed. Scott let me go to the bathroom to get ready for bed first, then he went. I started getting in the sleeping bag when he stopped me and said I could have his bed, he would sleep on the floor. I told him I didn't mind, but he insisted. I climbed into bed, and he got in the sleeping bag. He switched off the light, and we lay there in silence. After a few minutes, he switched the light back on again.

"Jason, can I ask you something?" he said.

"Sure Scott, go ahead." I replied.

"Do you like me? I mean as in more than a friend?" he said. Oh god, had I been too obvious? I could feel the colour draining from my face.

"What makes you ask that?" I managed to squeak out.

"It's just..um..I've seen the way you look at me sometimes. I just wondered that's all." he said. My heart started beating a million times a second, I had visions of being thrown out on the street in the middle of the night. Tears formed in my eyes.

"Y-yes I do like you, in fact I'm in love with you, I have been since I met you. I'm gay Scott. I'll understand if you don't want to see me anymore, but please don't tell anyone about me." I said between sobs, the tears streaming down my face. I tried to keep my emotions in check, but I couldn't hold it back anymore. He got up and came and sat down on the bed. He put an arm around me and hugged me.

"Shhh, it's alright, don't cry. I only noticed you looking at me because I knew all the signs to look out for. You see, I love you too Jason." he said, a small smile on his face. It took a moment to register what he'd said, then I smiled too. When he saw that, his smile got bigger, and we hugged each other tightly.

"You mean, you're gay too?" I asked. It was my dream come true, I desperately wanted to believe it, but I had to be sure.

"Yep, and hopelessly in love with you." he said, grinning. He wiped the tears from my face, and slowly leaned in to kiss me. Our lips touched and it felt as though an electric shock had gone through my body. It was the most wonderful sensation I had ever felt, so I put a hand behind his head and pulled him in for another kiss. This time I could feel his tongue touching my lips, so I opened my mouth and let his tongue in. Wow, I couldn't believe I was being french kissed by the boy of my dreams!!

I hoped I wasn't dreaming so I pinched myself to make sure. Nope, it was real alright. Scott was so unbelievably gorgeous, I couldn't believe he would be interested in someone like me. I looked into his eyes, and could clearly see the love he felt for me, that was the only confirmation I needed. It was obvious that we were both aroused by this situation, but we decided to wait before we did anything, and let our newly formed relationship develop a bit more. Plus his mum was only a couple of doors away, she would be sure to hear anything that went on. I moved over to make room for Scott, and he got in the bed next to me, and slipped his arms around me. He kissed me on the cheek, and I drifted off to sleep knowing I'd found true love at last.

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