Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2002 09:06:01 -0800 (PST)
From: jbdallas07@yahoo.com
Subject: My Life: Chapter 1

Disclaimer:  This story contains descriptions of
love and some sex between consenting teenaged boys.
If this does not interest you, or you are underage,
please do not continue.  If this does interest you,
then by all means, read on.
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all been waiting for:

My Life
Chapter One

 Hi, my name is Jason.  This is a story of me and my
best friends when we were in high school about four
years ago.  High school was not a fun time for me.
I figured out that I was gay probably in the seventh
or eighth grade, but never told anyone.  I lived in
a small town that didn't take kindly to fags, and I
had a lot of friends that I didn't want to lose, so
I kept my secret to myself.  I was an average
teenage boy.  At sixteen, I was a decent student.  I
played football up to my sophomore year, and worked
at a convenient store on the weekends.  I had a
tight circle of friends, and we all hung out
together nearly every day.  I was and still am
average looking.  I am about 5'9", 150 pounds, with
short, brown hair and green eyes.  I have a decent
body, with the remnants of muscles from my high
school jock days, but back then I was actually
pretty well built for someone my age.
  All my friends were athletes.  They were all hot
in my eyes, and I can't help but think that I chose
them for my friends based on their looks at first.
My two best friends, Tim and John were brothers.
Tim was my age and John was a year behind us in
school.  I started hanging out with Tim after
football practice our freshman year, and he was the
one that introduced me to the rest of the gang.
Michael and Adam were both in John's grade.  Michael
was and still is probably the hottest guy I have
ever seen.  At first he was just cute, but years of
weight lifting and high school sports soon gave him
the body to match.  He is tall, about 6'1" and slim.
Everything about his body is perfect. In school he
was the trendsetter.  He was the first to bleach his
hair, and the first to start wearing the low cut
sport socks that is now the popular fashion.
Whatever Michael did, everyone else followed.
Whatever style Michael took on, that's what the
masses took on.  He was cool in every sense of the
word.  He was popular with everyone, but pretty much
stayed with his close group of friends.  He was also
one of the best friends I ever had.
  Adam was also very hot.  He was tall and skinny.
He didn't have a lot of bulk to his muscles, but he
had definition.  His body matured before everyone
else's, even mine.  He started growing facial hair
about the same time I did, but he was a year and a
half younger than me.  He had chest hair when he was
fifteen.  And of course there were other areas of
his body that were mature as well.
  Adam and I didn't get along very well at first.
He didn't like me for some reason, and I wasn't too
fond of him either.  Up until one night when we all
stayed at TIM's house, Adam and I were always at
each other's throats.  After that night things
cooled down quite a bit, and we started talking
every once in a while.  In the spring I invited him
to ride with me to a high school basketball game
about two hours away, and that day was when we
really became good friends.  We started hanging out
together more and more.  More often than not it was
just me and him.  I would go to his baseball games
no matter how far away they were.  His mother was
quite fond of me as well.  She thought that I was a
responsible young man because I was the only one of
Adam's friends that had a job.  She trusted me
greatly, and would let Adam go anywhere with me.  At
Adam's baseball games, I would sit next to Amy in
the stands and we would both cheer for him and his
older brother out on the field.  After the games,
Adam would usually ride home with me and we would
hang out for the rest of the night.  I was quickly
falling in love with Adam, but never said anything
to him for fear of losing him.  I just kept being
his best friend and was mostly satisfied with that.
  This is where the story picks up.  It was a warm,
spring day in late April.  Adam had a baseball game
in a town about an hour from ours.  I left school
early that day and made the drive down to watch the
game.  Amy and I sat in the stands and watched as
both teams traded leads.  It was a close game till
the end, when Adam was the last batter at the plate.
  "GO ADAM!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
Adam had just hit a game-winning home run for our
high school baseball team and was jogging the bases,
coming round to homeplate where his teammates were
waiting for him, cheering. As he rounded third base
he heard me cheer for him and smiled and waved
quickly at me.  God, he knows how to make me feel
special.  It was the last inning and our team had
the last at-bat and Adam's homerun put us ahead by
one, so the game was now over.
  After a few minutes of cheering and
congratulations from his teammates, Adam and the
rest of the team started gathering their gear and
loading onto the bus.  A few minutes later Adam came
over to where his mother and I were standing.
  "Good game son,"  his mother said, patting him on
the back.  "Are you going to ride the bus home, or
do you want to ride with Jason?"
  "I think I'll ride with Jason if it's ok, Mom."
  "Ok, well just make sure your home before ten, and
I'll see you later.  You guys be careful and be
good."
  "Ok.  Bye Mom."
  Adam and I started heading towards my truck.  I
walked a little behind Adam so that he would not see
me staring at him as we walked.  I loved looking at
Adam in his baseball uniform.  He was so sexy in the
tight pants and jersey, even down to his dirty
cleats and stirrups, which covered his socks.  I
also loved looking at the front of him.  The tight
pants really made his package stand out, almost like
he was wearing a cup, but I knew that he didn't.  I
had seen him undress too many times.
  We got into the truck and I started it, turning
the air conditioner on more for Adam than for me.
It was a late April afternoon, and it wasn't too
warm outside, but Adam had just finished a game, and
I could tell that he was pretty hot and tired.
  "Dude, I am so tired.  My muscles are going to be
sore all night."  Adam rubbed the shoulder of his
pitching arm and lay his head against the window.
  "You can lay out in the seat if you want to," I
offered.  " We have a long drive home and you can
nap on the way."
  Adam started to move stuff out of the way on the
bench seat and took his cleats off and laid them
upon my lap.  I could smell his feet from up here,
and it was not pleasant.
  "On second thought, why don't you lay your head at
this end, your feet are making my eyes water and we
may run off the road," I said laughing.
  "That would be pretty gay if someone seen us."
  "Nobody will see you, we're on the highway now."
  Adam looked around nervously and finally decided
it was clear.  He moved over on the seat and lay his
head in my lap, looking up at me.  I drove on and
each time I looked down Adam was staring back at me.
I didn't say anything though.  I like when Adam
looks at me.  I know he's not gay like me, but
sometimes he makes me wonder, the way he looks at
me, or acts around me.  Sometimes if we are spending
the night with each other, he will roll over in bed
and put his arm around me in his sleep.  I know this
is all just wishful thinking, but I took what I
could get,  he was so sexy and nice.  After a while
I looked down and his eyes were closed.  I rested my
hand on his muscular chest tentatively, hoping he
wouldn't mind if he were awake.  He just lay there
with his eyes shut and I drove the rest of the way
home like that.
  About an hour later we pulled into town where we
both live and I shook Adam to wake him up.  He sat
up groggily and moved to the passenger seat as I
pulled into my driveway.  He put his shoes back on
and we walked up to the door of my family's
apartment.  I walked inside and hollered to see if
my sister was home yet.  No reply.  I knew that my
mom wouldn't be home for a couple of hours so it
looked like we would have the house to ourselves for
a while.  We walked into my room and Adam crashed on
my bed.  I turned the stereo on and put in our
favorite CD.  We both loved Matchbox20, and we
usually sang along to most of the songs.  I turned
around to see Adam sprawled out on my bed, wore out
from a hard game.
  "Adam, take your shoes off, your going to get dirt
all over my bed."
  "I'm too tired," he moaned.  "You take them off."
  I sat down on the edge of the bed and began
untying his shoes.  I should mention that I have
somewhat of a foot fetish.  I love to look at guys
feet, especially with socks on. Adam had the sexiest
feet I had ever seen.  Long and thin, they were
perfectly proportioned to his body.  I did not,
however, like the smell of Adam's feet after a ball
game, so I didn't linger for too long at my task.
  "You want a back rub?" I asked him after I
finished with his shoes.
  "Yeah, that sounds good," Adam said, taking off
his jersey and undershirt before rolling over to his
front.
  I crawled up the bed behind him and straddled his
body, sitting down on his butt with my knees tucked
under me.  I started rubbing his back muscles firmly
with both hands.  I was glad that he was laying on
his stomach, so that he would not se the bulge my
stiff  cock was making in the front of my jeans.  I
finished his back and then started on his shoulder.
After I finished his shoulders, I wondered where to
go next.  I never wanted this massage to end.  I
started rubbing his lower back, slowly making my way
down to his waist, and then down to his buttocks and
the back of his powerful legs.  After I finished, I
sat on the bed next to him.  He asked me a question,
but I could barely hear him, for his face was buried
in the pillow at the head of the bed.
  "What?"  I asked.
  He lifted his head off the pillow and said, "I
said, that felt great.  Will you do my frontside?"
  I didn't reply at first, if he rolled over, he
would see the tent that my dick was making.  I threw
caution to the wind, however, and replied, "Yeah,
sure.  Roll over."
  He rolled over onto his back, and I could
instantly see that he, too, had a hardon.  I started
rubbing the front of his shoulders and his arms,
moving over to his chest muscles.  I loved running
my fingers through the hair on his chest.  Most
times, chest hair is a turnoff for me, but on Adam,
it just added to the allure of his sexy teen body.
I worked my way down his abdomen, and when I got to
his waist again, I wasn't sure quite what to do.  I
didn't want to seem too obvious, so I just moved
down to the front of his legs.
  "Hold on,"  Adam whispered, reaching for the belt
and button of his uniform.  Oh, my god, was this
really happening?  "These pants don't feel very good
when you rub me through them."
  I watched Adam fumble with the button for a
minute, and finally decided to help him out.  I
reached down and undid the button for him.
  "You want them all the way off?" I asked,
hopefully.
  He nodded and I slowly opened the fly of his pants
and began sliding them off his hips.  He raised his
butt off the bed so that I could pull the pants
down, and I slid them down over his legs to his
feet.  I lifted each of his feet in turn and pulled
the pants off and threw them in the floor.  Now Adam
lay there, almost naked save for his striped bikini
underwear and the stirrups of his uniform and his
socks.  I could now see that he was very hard, the
thin material of his underwear not leaving much to
the imagination.  I began massaging his thigh
muscles and worked my way down to his shins and
calves.  When I was finished with his legs, I knew
exactly where I wanted to go next, but I didn't
think he would like it too much.  I figured I could
hint at it jokingly and if he didn't want me to do
that, I could play it off as a joke.  But, God
willing, if he did want me too, then I would be
perfectly happy to.  And this would be the perfect
opportunity.  I moved back up his body and gave his
boner a light thump with my middle finger.
  "You want me to massage that too?" I asked
chuckling nervously.  I figured that would be the
end of the massage, so I started to get up off the
bed, never thinking that he might actually take me
up on the offer.
  He shocked the hell out of me when he quietly
replied, "Yeah, sure.  If you want to."
  I looked at Adam, surprised.  He just lay there
with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed,
totally relaxed now.  I sat back down on the bed and
asked him, just to be sure, "Seriously?"
  He didn't say a word, only nodded his head
slightly.  I put my hands back onto his hard abs,
which formed a perfect six-pack, and ran them down
to the elastic waistband of his underwear.  I stuck
my fingers under the elastic and gently tugged them
down his body.  I pulled them all the way off and
threw them on the floor next to his pants.  Now Adam
lay there almost completely naked except for the
socks and stirrups, which I didn't really want to
remove, since I liked the way they looked on him.
My breath was coming in short, nervous gasps as I
looked over his flawless body; his hard, 7-1/2 inch
cock laying over his thick pubic bush, reaching
nearly to his belly button.  His legs spread
slightly so that his heavy balls hung down between
them.  I reached down and with my left hand I cupped
his balls, and with my right I began massaging his
cock.  He didn't move at first, didn't say a word,
just let me have my way with his beautiful body.  I
continued jacking his long, thin cock and he started
slowly bucking his hips, as if  humping my fist.
This continued for several minutes, until I
surprised both of us and bent over his cock and
flicked the head with the tip of my tongue.  Adam
froze.  I froze.  I couldn't believe that I had just
done that.  Neither of us moved for a few seconds.
Nobody said a word.  I was afraid of what Adam's
reaction would be,  and I was more afraid to look up
at his face, for I knew I would see nothing but
scorn in his eyes.  After about a half a minute or
so of frozen silence, Adam responded by gently
thrusting his hips up at my face, signaling me that
he wanted more.  I licked the head again, and slowly
licked down the shaft of his penis.  I started
licking his scrotum and gently sucking his balls,
one at a time, into my mouth.  Adam quietly moaned
with pleasure.  I lifted his cock and again started
licking the head and shaft.  I placed the head in my
mouth and rolled my tongue around it, before slowly
sucking more of him into my mouth.  After I reached
the base of his cock, I moved my way back up,
massaging the shaft with my tongue the whole way.
Adam placed his hand on the back of my head and I
took this to mean that he wanted me to do it more.
I began sucking harder, moving my mouth up and down
his shaft.  He started moaning and fucking my face
slowly.  My sucking got faster and more intense, and
Adam moaned out, "I'm getting ready to cum."
  I moved my mouth up so that only his head was
still covered and began jacking him off.  After a
few seconds, Adam stopped bucking his hips and
froze.  I could feel the pulses in his cock as the
cum moved its way up to the head and into my waiting
mouth.  I continued to suck on the head and slowly
jacking his cock as I felt shot after shot of hot
come hit the back of my throat.  He must have shot
about ten or eleven wads into my mouth before his
orgasm subsided.  I swallowed the salty sweet liquid
and milked his cock to make sure I got all of it,
then I licked the head and shaft clean.  I moved
back up on the bed and lay down beside him, laying
my arm over his stomach.  We both lay there silently
for several minutes, Adam recovering from his
intense orgasm, and me nervously awaiting his
reaction.  After a few minutes, Adam finally spoke.
  "Jason, are you gay?"
  I knew that the question would be asked, but I was
not sure that I should answer truthfully.  If I told
the truth, then one of two things would happen:
Adam would either be okay with the subject, and I
would get to suck his cock anytime I wanted; or,
more likely, he would reject me and I would lose a
friend.
  If I chose to lie, then most likely, Adam would
chalk this experience up to the heat of the moment
and it would never be spoken of again.
  I chose to tell the truth.
  "I think so."
  Silence.  Nerve-wracking and bone-chilling
silence.  I prayed that Adam wouldn't get out of bed
and throw his clothes on and leave.  But there was
no hint of what he was thinking on his face.  I
couldn't even read his reaction in his eyes, for
they were still closed.
  Eventually, Adam opened his eyes and sat up,
hanging his feet off the side of the bed.  I lay
there studying him, waiting for his response.
Finally, it came.  I heard him say the words that I
had dreaded hearing for the past several minutes.
  "I need to go home," he said as he gathered up his
clothes and headed to the bathroom to dress.
  I lay on my bed, frozen in shame and the fear of
losing my best friend.  I heard the bathroom door
open and then the front door open and close as Adam
left.
  I lay on my bed and cried myself to sleep.