Date: Sat, 28 Aug 1999 04:41:36 PDT
From: Adam Hunter <cute_gay_boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Rainy Day"

				"Rainy Day"
			      By Adam Hunter

	I stared across the parking lot wistfully. I couldn't help but
think that if I had only managed to leave five minutes earlier that
morning, I wouldn't have been in the predicament that I was in. But no...in
the shower that morning, I'd presented myself with a decision. Either get
out and get to school on time, or jack off, and run the risk of being
late. It had essentially been a battle between my brain and my dick...my
common sense and my raging hormones. For a moment my gaze had jumped back
and forth between my watch and my increasingly hard dick...and finally, my
dick had won out. It had been a great session...but as a result, I'd had to
speed my way to school (almost getting a ticket), grab a really shitty
parking space near the back of the lot, and run as fast as I could to first
period. As it had been, I only managed to get to my seat about five seconds
before the final bell rang. My teacher gave me a slightly dirty look, and
grudgingly marked me on time.

But the whole reason I just told you that ever so fascinating tale of my
morning sexual exploits and their repercussions (I know it's probably not
the most fascinating thing you've ever read) was to let you know why my car
was parked across the lot. Just a little bit of background information --
context. Now, under normal circumstances, that would have been no problem.
Sure, it's a slightly extra long trek to my vehicle (a piece of shit
used-car I'd been given for my recent sixteenth birthday. But hey...I'm not
complaining. My family isn't all that well to do, money-wise, in the first
place. The fact that they gave me a car at all was cause for great
celebration). However, on this day, at this time, a torrent or rain was
vengefully pouring down from above. Lightning flashed in the distance, and
soon a loud, slightly ominous rumble could be heard. I glanced around me
and saw hoards of other students all huddled under the overhang on the
walkway beside the parking lot. They, too, were all casting longing glances
across the parking lot...as if they could either will their cars to come on
telepathic command, or they could will the rain to stop. And also, they too
were all clad in T-shirts and shorts. That kind of outfit had seemed
appropriate that morning. After all, the sun had been shining, there hadn't
been a cloud in the sky, and the guy on the radio had said it would stay
like that for the foreseeable future. Ah, well...serves me right for
actually trusting a weatherman. The storm had seemingly appeared out of
nowhere.

	"Ah, the hell with it," I muttered to myself. I knew I was only
delaying the inevitable. So, without further adieu, I took off and made a
mad dash for my car, leaving all the wimpy onlookers behind. By the time I
finally made it to my car, I was drenched. My mousy-brown hair was stuck to
my head, my clothes were soaked through, and I had water inside my shoes.
Just great. I frantically fished around for my key in my pocket, and had
the door open and was in the car as fast as I could manage. Soon, my car
was started, my windshield wipers were on, I was in first gear, and I was
on my way out of the parking lot. A few other brave souls had made it to
their cars...but for the most part...the parking lot was surprisingly full
for fifteen minutes after school got out, and there was a staggeringly
large assemblage under the overhang. I laughed to myself. I might have been
wet, but I was out of there.

	As I drove down the streets away from my school and towards my
house, I noted how utterly deserted the streets and the sidewalks were.
Nobody was out. I flipped on the radio, and surfed through the stations --
a very difficult thing to do, since the radio in my car was adjusted by a
dial. Were you on the right station or weren't you? You could never really
be sure. Finally, I found "Sometimes" by Britney Spears, and decided that
it would do. Unconsciously, I started singing the words.

	"Sometimes I'm scared of you...but all I really want..." You've all
heard it before. As I got to "All I really want is to hold you tight...", I
noticed that I was approaching my little brother, Danny's, junior high
school. It was about six blocks down the road from my school. Since there
were no other cars on the road at that time, I glanced over at it.
Completely deserted. Nobody wanted to be out in the downpour. At that time,
Danny would still have been there, albeit at basketball practice in the
gym. Danny was quite the little athlete. My father's pride and joy. Me, on
the other hand...I preferred the far more interesting worlds of writing and
acting...which my father found utterly incomprehensible. Who would want to
be inside a building analyzing emotions and conveying them in unique forms
when you could be outside chasing a ball and giving somebody a bloody
nose???

	As I was almost past the school, just before I was about to turn my
attention back to the road, something caught my attention. A lone figure,
walking alongside the road. He must have gone to my brother's school. It
was difficult to make anything out in the rain, but I could tell that he
was drenched to the bone, that he looked cold, and that he also looked
sad. His head was hung low, and even though it was pouring cats and dogs,
he seemed to be in no hurry. He didn't even seem to care that he was
getting wet. He seemed to have other things on his mind. My heart
immediately went out to him.

	Not even needing to consider it, I decided the only reasonable
course of action would be to offer the boy a ride. So, immediately, I
pulled my car over to the side of the road about ten feet in front of
him. I leaned over, opened the door on the other side of the car, and just
as he walked by, I shouted out. "Hey...need a ride?"

	He looked up, seeming kind of startled and surprised...and the
moment I saw his face, my heart leapt to my throat. He had to be one of
the, if not the single most fine guy I had ever seen. He seemed to consider
my offer for a moment. He looked quite tempted. But then..."Ah, no thanks,
man. I'm fine."

	"No you're not," I informed him. "You're soaked. C'mon, get in."

	"I don't wanna be any trouble," he said, still standing in the
rain.

	"You're not. Just get in."

	I'd finally convinced him. A small smile, which I could tell he was
trying to mask, passed over his face. He climbed in, sat down, closed the
door, and buckled his seatbelt. Off we went.

	"Thanks," he said in the most adorably bashful tone.

	"No problem," I said. "What's your name?"

	"Jeremy...Jeremy Williams," he said.

	"Ben Aster," I introduced myself. "I'd shake your hand if I didn't
have to shift to third."

	He laughed, loosening up a little...and his interest seemed piqued
by something I'd said. "Aster? Hey...do you have a brother?"

	"Yeah, Danny Aster. He goes to your school. Know him?"

	"Yeah," Jeremy nodded, "he's in my grade. Pretty popular."

	"That's Danny for ya," I shrugged. "He seems to think he's hot
stuff."

	"Everyone at my school seems to agree."

	"Me," I said, "that's not my thing. I don't go for the whole
superficial friend, party scene thing."

	"Me neither," Jeremy admitted.

	"So, we're just two losers, then," I joked.

	"Speak for yourself," Jeremy laughed.

	"What? We both just admitted to not being in the in-crowd."

	"What? If you're not in the in-crowd, you're a loser?" he
questioned, raising an eyebrow.

	"That's what the entire world seems to think," I shrugged.

	"Well, I don't agree with the world, then," said Jeremy. I liked
this kid. After a moment he added, slightly quietly...almost to himself,
"In fact...I don't agree with the world on a lot of things."

	"That makes two of us," I nodded in accordance. With that nicely
summed up, I took a moment to size up the kid next to me. He'd said that he
was in my brother's grade, eighth...so that would probably make him
fourteen years old. Only two younger than me. Fairly close. But he looked
fairly mature for his age. Definitely did not look like a little boy at
all. And...my God...the kid was gorgeous. His hair had been wet and
flattened by the rain, but it was fairly short, and looked to be bleached
blond. He had a deep bronze tan all over his body (or at least what I could
see of it), a light dusting of freckles over his nose, bright pink lips,
and the most piercing blue eyes I had ever seen. He wore a stylish yellow
Hawaiian shirt, with the top few buttons undone, exposing a tantalizing
glimpse of flesh on his chest. Just thinking about what lay below caused my
dick to stiffen...not the best time or place for such a thing to happen. I
attempted to angle my crotch so that the steering wheel blocked it. Around
his neck he wore a pooka shell necklace, and around his left wrist a hemp
bracelet. His shirt was completely waterlogged. If I'd squeezed it, I was
certain that there would have been a rather large puddle on the floor. It
stuck to his skin like glue (not a bad thing). It managed to reveal
something of his form, which, as far as I could tell, was a sight to
behold. He seemed to be in that stage that some junior high boys go through
when they have buff kid bodies. I found it irresistible. He wore khaki
cargo shorts that went to his knees (they, too, were drenched), and below
the shorts were his legs. Round and soft with muscles, Jeremy's sleek legs
were dusted with the lightest covering of light brown hair. I could have
creamed my shorts just looking at him...as it was, I kept stealing glances
of him out of the corner of my eye...probably a few more than was safe,
being that I was driving.

	As for me...well...I've always thought of myself as rather
plain. By no means do I consider myself to be bad looking. Not at all. In
fact, I've been told I'm kinda cute many times. I'm not quite sure what
they think is so cute about me...but apparently, they sink so. I've got
light brown hair, eye-level in front, buzzed in back, and parted down the
middle. My eyes were brown, a kind of rich, chocolatey shade. I had pale
skin, rosy cheeks and, like Jeremy, a soft dusting of pale freckles on my
nose. My body's fairly nondescript. Not fat. Not too thin. Just kind
of...there.

	"So...where am I taking you?" I asked. After a minute of scoping
him out, I'd suddenly realized I had no clue where I was driving this guy.

	"Oh...Dakota Street...off of Highway 20," he'd been staring out the
window during the brief silence, and I'd roused him.

	"Oh, I know where that is. Pretty close to my house," I said.

	"Really?"

	"Yeah...maybe a half a mile or so," I estimated.

	"Oh, good. Then I'm really not inconveniencing you," he seemed
relieved.

	"Don't worry about it, dude," I insisted, "you seem to think you're
some kind of great burden on my soul. Trust me...you're not. If I weren't
driving you home right now, I'd just be at my house, sitting on my ass
jacking off."

	Did I just say that?

	Jeremy laughed, seemingly amused by my candor. "I'd probably be
doing the same," he admitted.

	"Of course you would," I shrugged, slightly surprised (and all the
more aroused) by the turn our conversation was taking, "You're a guy. All
guys jack off. One of the few universal truths."

	I turned onto Highway 20.

	"So," I said, "this would be a pretty long walk. Why the hell were
you walking anyway?"

	Suddenly, any levity there might have been in Jeremy was gone. I'd
obviously hit some kind of nerve, and he had reverted to the sulking, hurt
boy that I'd picked up on the side of the road a few minutes earlier.
"Oh...my dad was supposed to pick me up. Guess he forgot."

	"If he'd just forgotten, you wouldn't be looking like you're about
to cry," I said. And then, trying to sound as compassionate as possible.
"Tell me about it, Jeremy. Whatever it is."

	He gently shook his head. "It's nothing."

	"Dude," I said, trying to give him a warm smile, but he refused to
look up from the floor, "if you hadn't yet noticed, I care. I know that we
barely know each other...but I wouldn't have pulled over and offered you a
ride if I didn't care. You look like you could use a friend right about
now...and I'm more than willing to be one. Just tell me what it is."

	He paused for a moment. "My dad and I...we had a fight last
night...that's all."

	I sighed internally for the kid. It seemed to me like he had a hard
lot in life. That's certainly what I sensed.

	"Bad?" I asked.

	"Yeah," Jeremy sighed, opening up to me a little. I could tell that
he definitely did desperately need someone to whom he could talk. But I
really did care...and I think he could sense that genuine feeling. "It's
just me and my dad...my mom died a few years back. It's just me and him."

	"I'm sorry, man. My dad died when I was little, so I know what it's
like," I empathized.

	"Do you like your mom?" he asked.

	"Well...yeah...of course," I shrugged. "I love 'er. She's my mom."

	"I love my dad...in a 'he's my dad, so I have to' kind of way,"
Jeremy looked up at me, a dead seriousness in his eyes. "But I don't think
he loves me."

	I stopped at a red light...I didn't know what to say to him. I just
looked at him, met his gaze, and attempted to convey as much sympathy as I
could. We sat there, eyes met, my mouth open. The only sound was the
pelting of the rain. The light turned green...but I didn't see it. After a
moment, I was rattled by a honk from the car behind us, and we went again.

	"He gets drunk a lot..." Jeremy started up again, "He was drunk
last night. Whenever he's drunk, he always yells at me...about the
stupidest things."

	Silence again. My heart genuinely reached out to the poor kid. I
felt for him deeply, and I wanted to do something...and I knew that I
couldn't let him go back there.

	"Jeremy..." I finally said, "you're coming to my house right now."

	Once again, his quiet, unimposing shyness took over. "Oh, no --
I..."

	"I'm not taking you back to your place," I said. My mind was made
up. "You can stay with me tonight."

	And he didn't argue. For one, I think he knew that there was no way
that I would ever take my car to the house of his dad. For another...I
think he truly did want to stay at my house that night. His manners might
have told him that it was wrong to impose, but I think, deep down, he was
desperate for somewhere else to go...somebody to turn to...somebody who
cared. And I think he could sense that I very well might have been that
somebody. People have always told me that I have a big heart...that I'm
sensitive...that I'm one of the nicest boys they've ever known. I guess
people had a reason for telling me that. My heart was big, and it went out
for Jeremy.

	We passed Dakota Street, and soon, we were on my street and pulling
into my driveway.

	We dashed from the car to the front door, and soon, we were safely
inside. "Welcome to my humble abode," I said, gesturing around. It really
wasn't the nicest house. It was okay, but it wasn't great. Like I said
earlier, my family isn't rolling in money. "Can I offer you a beverage?
Perhaps something to eat?"

	"Oh, no thank you," he politely shook his head. Damn, he was cute,
standing there all mannerly, while dripping wet. Hmmm...dripping wet. I
suddenly remembered that both of us were standing there in waterlogged
clothing.

	"How about some dry clothes...or at least giving your clothes a
spin in the dryer?"

	"Oh, no...you don't need to..."

	But I cut him off. "Jeremy, stop being so damn polite! I'm not
going to leave you standing there soaking wet, like that. Besides, I'll be
stuffing my clothes in the dryer, anyway. It won't terribly inconvenience
me to throw an extra shirt and pair of shorts in."

	He shrugged...knowing when he was beaten. "Okay. Thanks."

	"Don't mention it," I said, motioning for him to follow me. I led
him down the hallway to my room. Actually...it was Danny's and my room. We
had to share.

	Jeremy scoped out my living quarters. "Pretty cool room you've got
here."

	"Thanks. I like it," I said, shrugging. Then, I stripped my soggy
T-shirt off, over my head. I then unsnapped my pants, unzipped my fly, and
dropped my shorts. I looked up and over at Jeremy, and I could tell he was
slightly surprised by my sudden strip show. But I didn't care. We were both
guys (even if I did happen to like guys...). But he didn't look bothered by
it, so I didn't think anything of it. Standing there before Jeremy, in the
middle of the room, wearing nothing but blue plaid boxer shorts, I asked,
"Wanna give me your clothes so I can get the load in the dryer started?"

	"Oh...yeah...sure," he said, blushing a little as he began to
slowly unbutton his Hawaiian shirt. He seemed shy about undressing in front
of a stranger...even after I had unabashedly ripped all my clothes off in
the blink of an eye. But, hey...I wasn't complaining. The slower this kid
took off his shirt, the more seductive it was...and I already found him
quite seductive. I could feel a hardening between my legs. Knowing that the
only thing covering it was a flimsy pair of boxers, I quickly sat down,
covering my lap with my wad of wet clothing. After that was taken care of
to my satisfaction, I returned my attention to the beautiful boy before me,
who was slowly removing his clothes. He was down to his last few buttons,
and a generous portion of flesh was revealed in the vastly enlarged V in
the front of his shirt. It was smooth, creamy, and driving me crazy with
desire...not to mention that it was every bit as tan as his face and
legs. That kid must have spent a lot of time in the sun. He finally
unbuttoned the last button. His shirt fell open, and then, he slipped it
off. My mouth must have fallen to the floor. Jeremy MUST have had the most
gorgeous body that I'd ever seen. Although he had no six-pack, his stomach
was tight, trim, and agonizingly smooth (agonizing in that I could barely
stand not to run my hands and tongue all over it). His chest itself was
equally, if not more so gorgeous than the rest of him. I could definitely
see the beginnings of definition there. He must have worked out. His pecs
were soft and pillowy with muscle, and stood out from the rest of his
body. Atop of them were two small pink nipples. His shoulders were broad
and strong, and his biceps bulged with pubescent muscle definition. And to
make matters worse (or better), his entire body was moist from the rain,
giving it a slick, shiny quality. It took all my self-control not to leap
onto the boy, and devour him whole.

	He then walked over, placing his shirt atop my heap of clothes.
"Here you go," he said. And then, remaining directly in front of me, Jeremy
began to unzip his shorts. I couldn't believe it. I was eye-level with this
kid's crotch, and he was stripping right at the moment. I thought that I
must have died and gone to heaven. The khaki shorts were soon slid down to
reveal gray CK boxer-briefs. I was salivating beyond belief. I quite
sizable bulge was clearly visible right in front of my eyes...no more than
a foot away. I wanted to reach out, squeeze it, fondle it, bathe it with my
mouth, and taste it. But I knew that that was probably the last thing
Jeremy needed at such a difficult time in his life. Besides...the kid was
probably straight. He set the shorts atop the pile.

	"Thanks," I said, barely avoiding a cracking of my voice that would
have been quite embarrassing. I sat there for a moment, unable to avert my
gaze from the beautiful specimen before me. The smooth curves of his body,
his luscious skin, the generous bulge in...

	A loud clap of thunder startled me out of my trance with a start. A
quick yelp escaped my mouth in surprise, and my heart rate must have
tripled. I'd been so engrossed in eyeing the object of my desires, that I'd
gone into a slight trance. Attempting to salvage what little dignity I
might have had left, I mumbled, "I'll be right back...gonna put these
things in the dryer. Make yourself at home."

	And without looking back, I scampered out of the room, making
certain that the laundry covered my groin. I ran to the laundry room, shut
the door behind me, threw the clothes down on top of the dryer, and took a
deep sigh. I leaned over the dryer, steadying myself on it, and I closed my
eyes and tried to relax myself. Between that last clap of thunder, and my
immense arousal from Jeremy, I definitely needed some relaxing. I took a
deep breath and looked down. My boxers had a huge tent in them. Damn. It
wasn't going down. I sighed as I looked my body over. It wasn't bad, but it
wasn't great, either...nothing like Jeremy's. I wasn't exactly 'thin,' per
se, but by no means was I fat, or chubby. I suppose I was fairly slim, but
you couldn't see any traces of my ribs at all. I had a slight trail of
light brown hair leading down from my navel that disappeared below my
waistline. My chest was fairly flat, hardly any definition what so ever. My
nipples were round, soft, and dull, and a light, powdery color...not too
much darker than my skin. My arms were strong, but not muscular. My legs
were thin and sleek, dusted with light brown hair. All in all, not bad I
suppose. Not nearly as tempting as Jeremy's body, but not too shabby. I was
careful about what I ate and got some exercise, but it was obvious that
Jeremy lifted weights and took very good care of his body. If I didn't
treat my body the same way that Jeremy treated his, how could I ever expect
to have a body like his? Oh, well. Nothing to be ashamed of. Doesn't
compare to his, but nothing to be ashamed of.

	After my heart rate had slowed down a bit, I opened the dryer and
stuffed the clothes on. Setting the machine to tumble for an hour, I closed
the hatch and pressed the start button. The machine began to vibrate and
rumble as it began to toss the clothing around within it.

My job there was done...but I knew that I couldn't go back to Jeremy until
my boner had subsided. It was hard as a rock, jutting out from my body, and
almost throbbing with desire. Glancing over my shoulder, I softly shut the
door to the laundry room, and then proceeded to free my dick. Ahh...what a
relief it was to have it out in the open, freed from the oppressing
confines of my boxer shorts. All six inches of it sat there, pointing out
from my body. My body may not have been the hottest, but I had a pretty
nice dick. Fairly long, and nice and thick. I stood there, staring down at
it, rubbing one of my nipples without even realizing I was doing so. I
couldn't get the image of Jeremy standing there in his underwear out of my
head. And I couldn't help but try and imagine what lay beneath the
underwear. How long was it? Was it cut, like mine, or uncut? How much pubic
hair did he have? What color was it? How big were his balls? I could have
thought of a million more questions about his dick. They came easily, and
just imagining it made me weak in the knees. As I toyed with my nipple with
one hand, I slowly began to rub my other hand over my dick. I closed my
eyes and quietly moaned in relief. It felt sooo good.

	But then I stopped.

	Did I have time to masturbate? My dick was hard as a rock and
gushing precum...but I had a lonely boy in my room who needed a friend.

	Grumbling to myself, I stuffed my dick back into my boxers. So as
to make certain that it wouldn't tent out in front of me, I tucked the head
of my dick under the elastic waistband of my boxers, and then headed off
for my room.

	Upon arrival, I found Jeremy...sheepishly standing in the middle of
the room in his boxer briefs, arms behind his back, looking utterly lost
and like he didn't know what to do with himself. He looked so cute like
that. Once again, my heart went out to him. It was all I could do not to
say "Awwww..."

	"Dude," I said instead. "I said to make yourself comfortable."

	"Sorry..." he shrugged.

	"Don't apologize," I said.

	"I--I just didn't really no what to do with myself," he admitted.

	"Just sit down," I said, walking over to him. Placing my hand on
his shoulder (oooh...the contact made me shudder within), I gently guided
him over to my bed, and sat him down on the edge. He smiled up at me. I
sighed. His way of saying thanks for making him feel welcome. "Now then,
how about some clothes?"

	"Yours'd probably be too big for me," he said.

	"How about Danny's?" I asked, "He's about your size."

	Jeremy looked to be considering it for a moment, but then shook his
head.

	"Why not? You can't sit here practically naked for the next hour,"
I insisted, emphatically.

	"It's just--" he trailed off for a moment, but then his voice
returned full strength, "It's just that I don't think your brother likes me
too much."

	"Don't be ridiculous."

	"No, really," he said, "y'know...your brother's pretty popular --
and I'm not.  And he doesn't really like unpopular people." He paused.
"Once, I had to sit next to him in English class, and he'd barely even talk
to me...and whenever he did...he sounded pissed that he had to."

	I sighed. That sounded like Danny, all right. "Yeah. Danny can be a
prick sometimes."

	"Yeah," Jeremy shrugged, "I didn't wanna say anything like that,
but..."

	"Don't worry. I have to live with him -- I know whatcha mean," I
said. "Hell, I have to share a room with the guy. You think YOU'VE got it
bad?"

	Jeremy laughed, once again finally beginning to regain the relaxed
composure he'd had during the car trip...before the subject of his father
had been brought up. "Yeah, so -- as you can see -- I doubt he'd be too
happy if he walked into his room and found ME wearing his clothes."

	"So what? You plan to just stay in your boxers for the next hour?"
I asked.

	"Why not?" he shrugged, then the cute bashful look came back onto
his face. "You--you don't mind, do you?"

	"Why would I care?" I asked, "If you're not gonna get dressed, than
I won't either. I'll keep ya company." I paused. "What's it matter? We're
both guys?"

	"Yeah..." he nodded, his voice bordering on righteous, "and it's
not like we're, y'know, naked or anything."

	"Yeah," I nodded. I didn't mention, though, that I wished to hell
that we were naked. But still...spending the next hour with this guy in
nothing but underwear wasn't bad. I should have been counting my blessings.
"So," I said, "you wanna listen to some music?"

	"Sure," he shrugged. "Why not?"

	"What do you wanna listen to?" I asked.

	"What've you got?" he countered.

	"My CD collection's on the shelf next to my bed."

	He turned around, knelt on all fours, and reached over towards the
row of compact discs on my shelf. In the process, he gave me a VERY nice
view of his ass. And what an ass it was! Round, soft and tight. I could
make out each individual globe through the tight fabric of his
boxer-briefs. My dick, which had finally begun to soften, was now, once
again, hard as a rock (if not harder) and gushing precum. While he wasn't
looking, I quickly adjusted my passage, so as to be certain that it stayed
concealed.

	"How about this?" he said, pulling out my copy of "Millennium" by
the Backstreet Boys.

	"You like BSB?" I asked.

	"Yeah," he nodded timidly, his cheeks flushing. This kid got
bashful easily. "You?"

	"Wouldn't have their CD if I didn't," I replied.

	"Oh, yeah, duh..." he said. I could tell he felt stupid for asking.

	I put the disc in my stereo (not hi-tech, but not bad either. Kinda
like my car, kinda like my house, kinda like my body...), and immediately
we heard the boys begin to sing "Larger Than Life."

	"Hey, Jer," I said, adopting a new nickname for the guy, "scoot
over a bit, will ya?"

	"Hmmm?"

	"I wanna sit down, too," I said.

	"Oh, yeah...sure," he said, moving over to the other side of my
bed. Once there was sufficient space, I lay down on the bed beside him,
putting my arms behind my head. Seeing that I was making myself
comfortable, I guess Jeremy felt he, too, could now make himself
comfortable. He lay down too. He put his arms behind his head, as I had,
revealing a small patch of light brown hair in his pits. I glanced, making
a quick comparison for the hell of it. I had about twice as much hair in
mine. But seeing him like that...yet one more turn on for me. He then put
his legs up, bending them at the knees...incidentally raising his package,
and almost framing it and giving it better definition as it was slightly
squeezed between his legs. I felt as if I was about to break into a pant. I
wanted so much to reach out and cup it in my hands. It was SO tempting. But
I had to resist -- I had to.

	As "I Want It That Way" came on, Jeremy and I began to chat.
Nothing serious. Just everyday conversation -- getting to know each other
better. I was pleased to find that we had a fair amount in common. He, too,
seemed not to be into the athletic world that my brother found so
appealing, but more into the introverted world of thought, feeling, and
their expression. Writing, acting, art...stuff like that. We liked some of
the same TV shows: "Friends," "The Simpsons," "Daria," "Will & Grace," and
our taste in music was fairly similar, too. The conversation was just one
pleasant surprise after another as Jeremy and I developed an easy-going
rapport with each other. I soon began to forget my arousal, and my dick
began to soften. It didn't matter that I was lying next to a nearly nude
hotty...I was sitting and talking with a new friend. Between the soft rain
the background, the quiet music of the "Backstreet Boys," and the growing
affinity that was developing between Jeremy and me, it was turning out to
be one of the best afternoons of my life. It was just so peaceful...so
pleasant...so nice.

	"What the fuck?!?!"

	Great. Danny was home. And here I was lying almost naked on my bed
with a kid that he supposedly didn't like. That must've looked great.

To Be Continued...

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Don't you just love those three words? Sorry about that. I initially wrote
parts one and two as one story...but it turned out to be WAY too long, so I
divided it in two separate stories. Part two should be up in a few
days. Less than a week for sure. Sorry there's no sex in this story...but
don't worry...it's coming. I'd love to hear what you thought about my
latest work, so feel free to contact me at cute_gay_boy@hotmail.com. I
always love input. This story is kind of a different style for me, so I'd
like to know peoples' reactions. Hope you liked it...and stay tuned for the
exciting conclusion.