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Right Before my Eyes
"God, no way, little man! I ain't going out with you! What do I look like? A child molester!"
Another girl ripped my heart into pieces. It kept on ringing in my head as I lay down on my bed crying like a wuss. Another fucking girl breaking my heart just because of one thing...I'm so small! It seems that there is no place for me in this world.
I suppose I should explain. My name is Greg, I just turned 15, and I am a sophomore in high school. I am 4' 10" and weigh 85 pounds. That's right, 85 fucking pounds! My mother keeps telling me that I am going to have my growth spurt soon, but I have been waiting for what seems to be my entire life. Trying to get a date for the Christmas Dance was actually my mother's idea. I'm a friggin' faggot as in ...GAY! Of course it gets worse. I go to a catholic school where I am constantly reminded that homosexuality is a sin. I love sports and being around the muscular jocks in the locker room, but because I'm such a shrimp, I don't fit in anywhere. When I am not in school, I spend most of my time lying on my bed, depressed and alone.
Today was no different. I can't publicly express my love for boys, and now I was also rejected by a girl! As I wept, hoping my sorrows would go away, my big sis came inside the room for the hundredth time to comfort me. Her name is Patty. We were really quite different. She was as close to perfection as mom is. She wasn't as intelligent as I am, but she's really athletic and she's the most popular girl in my school. In spite of all of our differences, the one thing that we had in common was a big heart. She sat down next to me and cradled me in her loving arms. I loved my sister dearly, and no one could comfort me the way she could. She had the voice of an angel, and she would sing to me whenever I was down. The song she choose never mattered, but when I heard her sing, all of my problems seemed to drift into the background while I listened to her amazing voice. She was the only person who could ever heal my broken heart when I was down. She kept on singing until I laid down on my bed and fall drifted off into a deep sleep. The last thing I heard from her was, "G'night!"
My alarm clock ripped my ears about 6:30 a.m. My stomach growled from not eating last night. I was so hungry that I went straight down to the kitchen for something to eat before bothering to shower and get myself presentable for school. Funny, usually at least my mom should've been awake by now. Then, as I opened the fridge, I saw small note saying, "Greg, your dad and I went to work early and your sister went with us so she could get a ride to school. We didn't wake you up 'cause I know how you hate getting to school early in the morning. Love, Mom "
Oh great, now I'm all alone in this house! I never got used to being alone since we discovered that this house was built on top one of those so-called 'old cemeteries'. How did I find out? Well, when I was much younger I was helping my dad dig holes for fence posts. While I was digging I hit something hard. It looked like a big treasure chest, so the whole family came out to examine my discovery. When we opened "my treasure" it turned out to me an old coffin. My mom fainted when she saw the human bones. I thought it was pretty cool at the time, but since then I can't forget the images of the skeleton in my head. It's like now, it's been haunting me. That's why I always wear this good luck charm to protect me from evil spirits. Like that works!
In a blink of an eye, I was done showering, had my uniform on and was ready to go to school. I went straight to school and arrived at 8:00. I decided to just sit down in front of my locker and try to finish my homework while looking at the cute guys going by. I had 30 minutes to kill, and I couldn't think of anything better to do. Besides, when I was sitting down, I was not attracting attention to my height. My school was actually a haven full of damn hotties. Everywhere I looked, there were always good looking guys moving down the hallways. While I was sitting there gazing at the beautiful scenery, I almost forgot about my size. I was quickly brought back to reality when one of the football players spotted me, picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder like a bag of dirty laundry. He started walking like I was nothing more than a tumor growing on his back. After asking him politely, he put me down and I returned to my seat. I had become a novelty. I was not thought of as a real person, I guess I was more like a stuffed animal that talked. Some of the girls even patted me on the head, like I was a dog or something. It didn't take long for me to remember why I never wanted to get to school early. I got used to the idea of being alone throughout my life. Have you ever met someone who ever said to your that looks don't matter and really meant what they said? No, I don't think so. Yeah, they say it but do they really mean it? Hell, even I won't ever say that.
I looked up and saw a guy with his right hand tucked in the pocket of his baggy uniform pants trying to look cool. Neil was his name. He lived on the same block as I did and I considered him my best friend. Because I was so small, the kids in my high school teased me, but nobody ever tried to start any trouble with me. What would they gain by beating up the smallest guy in the school? However, that was not the case with the kids at the junior high. One afternoon last year, while I was walking home from school, I met up with a group of sixth graders. One of them decided that he wanted to show his friends how tuff he was by challenging a ninth grader to a fight. I had never been much of a fighter, but I had no choice but to defend myself. We squared off and the next thing I remember is Neil standing over me offering me his hand. I don't know what ever happened to the sixth grader who I was fighting, but he had disappeared. I became aware of the damage he had done when Neil walked me home and I looked at myself in the mirror. I had a fat lip and a black eye.
Neil apologized for not getting there sooner and he never told a sole about what happened to me that day. He even told the kids at school that he and I were wrestling and he had gotten too rough with me. Now, that's a friend, I don't know what I would have done if the whole high school found out that a sixth grader beat me up! On two occasions after that, those same sixth grade boys tried to start trouble with me, but fortunately, Neil arrived before any blows were struck. I don't know how he did it, but Neil always seemed to show up when I needed him. I guess he was like my guardian angel, looking out for me.
I had always wished that Neil and I could be more than friends. I suppose his looks were not striking, but to me he was gorgeous. He had a smooth, hairless face, prominent cheekbones and dark blue eyes. His hair was light brown, spiked, and dyed blonde at the front. His teen voice sounded heavenly and his smile was able to make part of me "not so small", if you know what I mean. There's no chance of me being with him. I have tried for so long to identify any flaws that would indicate gayness, but I couldn't find any. He's 100% straight. In fact, I had heard from some girls I know that he had already lost his virginity to some blond bitch. He denied to me that he had lost his virginity, but I didn't believe him. With his looks, I wasn't surprised that he had gotten laid by now. It was weird that he would deny having sex; that is definitely not the norm for high school jocks. He was in all my classes this year except for math class.
"Hey Neil, you early too?"
"Yeah, I was supposed to pick up a girl at her house but she was major sick, so like now, I'm just chillin' in the hallways trying to find somebody to talk to."
"Well, I saw some guys you hang with pass by a few seconds ago."
"Nah, I'm too tired to run after them, I'll chill here instead. Besides, you trying to shoo me away?" he said slumping on the floor beside me.
"No, it's just weird 'cause you're never into studying!"
"Who's into that? Well, maybe you're right. Besides, we have a big test today!" I went back to burying my face on my books trying to finish my homework. He took out some books and also did some homework. He frequently asked for help finishing his math homework since he really sucked in that subject. Finally, the bell rang signaling everyone to get to class. I haven't got the clue what happened that day. It seemed that it passed by so fast that the next thing I knew I was in my locker again, getting ready to go home. I was walking out of the building with a few girls who go my way when Neil came up and asked if I could come over and help him study for his math test. As much as Neil hates studying, that was a minor shock, but I said no. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to, but I had only gone to his house once, and I will never forget how embarrassed I was because I kept getting hard around him. Plus, he's on the wrestling team and you know what'll happen if he wrestles with me!
When I got home, I quickly changed into my usual tank top and shorts and slumped down on the couch to watch TV. Boring cartoon shows as usual. I kept replaying Neil's asking me for help in my mind. Should I have gone to his house? What was the point? If you are on a diet, you don't go to a bakery, right? Because he was straight, I knew I had no chance with Neil. I wished I could just look at Neil as friend, but my hormones always went into overdrive when I thought about him. There was no way that I could torture myself by spending an afternoon alone with him.
After thirty minutes, my sister came home. She usually goes to the living room to greet me but today she brought her boyfriend. I looked at him carefully. Nope he's not from my school. He was one piece of work though. He was about six feet tall, and by the way he filled out his clothes, probably a jock. He had short light brown hair combed back. Both of them were smiling when they came in. He rolled his eyes and looked at me. I looked away quickly and gulped my soda. I closed my eyes hoping he didn't notice me taking a few glimpses. I was dead wrong. I could feel his eyes watching me on the couch. It was a weird feeling.
"Hey luv, We've been going out for about two months and like, I didn't know you had a brother!"
I couldn't believe it, he didn't say `little' brother! He walked over and sat beside me on the couch. He smiled at me and looked at the TV. He excitedly said, "Hey, you watch Dragon Ball Z too? I love that show! When I was a kid, I recorded every single episode that they translated from China. Too bad though, they stopped translating."
"Heh, I know. I love this cartoon show. Hate to break it to you, but it's Japan," I said calmly looking at the TV.
He seemed a little bewildered before saying, "Oh well, they sound the same to me!" We both laughed. He introduced himself. "I'm Darren, your sister's make-out machine!"
He giggled in this sexy voice, then offered his hand for a handshake. I looked at him and smiled, trying not to get hyped up by his looks. I shook his hand gently, feeling it's smoothness and warmth then pulled my hand back off quickly. "Nice to meet you Darren, I'm Greg, your girlfriend's brother!"
"Ehh...hemmm! Darren can we go now? We only came back to pick up my purse!" she gave me a hard look. Oooh scary! Darren got off the couch and walked back out of the living room. As he was leaving, he brushed my hair gently messing it up. My heart skipped a beat when he touched my head. I couldn't remove the wide grin stuck on my face until my sister eventually gave me a weird look.
"My god, are you that desperate?" she asked, one eyebrow raising up. I got embarrassed and started blushing. Then, we heard a car honk outside. Now Darren was waiting for her! Before she left the house I ran up to her to say something.
"Patty, uh...thanks a lot for..you know, last night? I really needed that!"
She smiled and hugged me. She whispered, "No problem angel, that's what I'm here for." She let go and ran out to the blue sports car. She waved at me before Darren started the engine and left. I did wave back, but I was looking at Darren instead of Patty. He was so handsome. There was something about his blue eyes that gave me this weird feeling. I still have to figure what it is. Was it lust, or love at first sight?
Things went pretty well at school the next week. The one major difference was that when I watched the guys go by down the hallways, I found myself comparing everyone to Darren. I couldn't get him out of my head. What was going on with me? First of all, he was my sister's boyfriend, and secondly, when I stood next to him I only came up to the middle of his chest! Why would he ever have an interest in me? Still, I couldn't get him out of my mind. After two weeks, I finally asked my sister how come she had been going out with him for so long and I never saw him until now? She told me that she didn't think mom would approve of him, since he wasn't catholic.
Time continued to pass without any more Darren sightings. I got so pathetic that I would stare out my window hoping for a glimpse of his blue sports car. I couldn't understand the feelings I was having. I knew that I would never do anything to hurt Patty, yet I couldn't get this guy out of my head.
I heard the doorbell ring, or did I? When I was daydreaming about Darren, I was almost in a trance. Just to be safe, I went to the door to see if I was dreaming or not. When I opened the door, there before me was the object of my dreams. He was wearing the same jacket that he had on the first time I met him. He was standing there in the doorway striking a pose with one hand leaning on the wall and the other on his hip.
"Hey umm...Greg, right? I still remember you man! Where's your hot sister Patty?"
"Da...rren. She's not here. She left a message if anyone asks, she's at some kind of an art gallery or something!
"Man! I just bought these tickets for this new movie starting tonight!"
"Well, sorry Darren, she ain't here. I'll let her know you stopped by when she gets back, all right? I'll see ya someday!" I quickly closed the door without even waiting for him to say goodbye. After fantasizing about Darren for over a month, I completely froze. I didn't know what to say. Just being in his presence had me aroused and I didn't know how to handle these emotions. I leaned back against the door, silently screaming to myself how stupid I am! What I have been waiting for now for a month is here and I can't even carry on a conversation with him. I feel like a fool. Why didn't I try to make small talk with him? I mean, he's my sister's goddamn boyfriend for pete's sake! Then I heard knocks on my door. I opened it hastily.
"Gees, I didn't even say goodbye yet Greg! Scared of me or something? Believe me, there's nothing scary about me. Well, except when I get mad or something!" he said with a sexy tone.
"Heh, sorry. I thought you were about to leave that's why!"
"Well, I'm not. So, let's go!"
"I've got two tickets and I'm not going alone! Besides, it'll be cool to get to know you better since I've been going out with your sister for like, let me see, two months?" he explained. I gave out a long sigh before actually saying yes. I did my best not to sound desperate or excited. I quickly shaved off the peach fuzz from my upper lip, took a quick shower, and before you know it, I was all dressed and looking casual. I tried to make myself look 'good' for once. I stepped down the stairs slowly. I saw him leaning on the wall with his hands inside the jacket's pockets.
"You look good! Let's go!" He grabbed my arm and pulled me as I tried to tie my shoes. Soon, I was in his blue sports car, the wind blowing my short hair. I didn't know why, but this felt like a date! I mean, I didn't pay for anything, he picked me up, he waited for me to get dressed and all that crap and so forth. Well, except for that kissing part. The 'date' breezed right in my front of my eyes. We talked and talked before the movie started. He bought me a lot of junk food, which I tried to turn down, but he insisted. We ate candy and popcorn throughout the whole two hours.
After we left the theatre, we talked about ourselves but mostly about the movie. It was weird. I was finally getting comfortable talking to him. "You know, you're much cooler than you're sister! You tried to get me not to buy that junk and like you were very quiet and concentrated on the movie. If you were your sister, we would be still in the mall buying more food for her. When your sister and I go to a movie, we usually make out and eat throughout the movie. If I really wanted to see the movie, I have to see it twice. It was much cooler with you. Man, if I was a girl, or if you were a girl, I would go out with you in a heartbeat!" I started blushing and I couldn't think of what to say after that. I wanted jump up and down and hug him to death. My life seemed to get little bit brighter.
I tried to say something, but the words refused to come out. Besides, what would I say? I couldn't even understand all the emotions and hormones that were raging throughout my body. Just as I was about to speak, I smelled the scent of cigarette smoke. While I was trying to calm down my hormones and collect my thoughts, Darren had lit up a cigarette. I looked at him and gasped. I couldn't believe that smoked. He was a jock; didn't he know better? All my fantasies about Darren being the perfect guy were crashing to earth.
"Yeah, anything wrong with that?"
"I believe there is! First it decreases your life expectancy, and it can give you lung cancer. Haven't you seen that commercial with the old lady who has to smoke through a hole in her neck because her face was ravaged by cancer? Is that what you want for your future?" I realized that I was going on and on so I shortened it to 5 simple words, "...well you get my point!"
"Geez, you really hate cigarettes and smokers don't you?"
I nodded. He looked away for a second then looked back at me. "I just can't quit man. Sorry." He was dead serious when he quietly said it. He threw the cigarette away before we got in the car to go home. When he drove me home, I noticed the familiar stench of stale smoke in the car and even on my clothes. I don't know why, but realizing that he was a smoker seemed to change everything I thought about him. My father was a smoker, and I hated it. I kept seeing images of my father when I glanced at Darren. We didn't say anything else until we pulled up in front of my house.
He smiled, "I know this sounds really weird, but was this date or something?"
"If it was, you would've dumped my sister a long time ago!" he laughed quietly before I opened the door. "Well, thanks for the tickets. I really had a blast man! See ya later."
"Yeah, see ya. Say hi to your sister for me kiddo!" I closed the door and waved goodbye at him before he drove away and disappeared from sight. That sure felt like a date to me. When I walked in the door, I saw my sister lying on the carpet, watching an old tearjerker on TV. She loved the old sentimental movies.
"Hey Patty, Darren came by three hours ago and like he told me that he..."
"Shhh!!! This is the part where he confesses his love for that girl!" she screamed.
I watched the guy saying I love you to that dirty blonde bitch acting so smart. They embraced and cried as usual. So did my sister, she was blowing her nose and drying off the tears with a tissue. When the commercial came on, she cried, "That was so beautiful!"
"Uh...yeah it is. Anyway, Darren came by three hours ago with two tickets to this movie! He was pissed off when you weren't here. So like, he insisted on me going with him instead."
"What? What're you talking about? I told him before that I was going to an art gallery today!"
"You did? That's weird." Then she started teasing me for the FIRST time.
"Well, how was your date with the most awesome jock in school?" she started giggling. I know it was only a joke but it still made me pretty embarrassed. I pretend to be pissed, giving her a dirty look, "It was pretty cool actually. He told me a lot about how you waste his money!"
"He said what?" she asked screaming 'till my ears were about to burst.
"Eoww! Well...he said that you make him buy too much junk food in the movies, and something about buying more food after movies and bunch of other stuff that you don't want to know!" I said as I rubbed my ears.
"H-he actually said that?"
I nodded. She looked furious and ran to her bedroom. I didn't need to peek inside, I could hear that she was arguing on the phone with, sigh...Darren. Stupid me! Why did I have to tell her about what he said? What a mistake! Everything was my fault, I never know when to keep stuff secret and when it was okay to talk. I couldn't sleep that night from knowing it was my fault for making them argue. What if they break up? Was this how I was going to repay my sister for all her kindness and understanding? Not only that, if they break up I won't ever get to see Darren again. I won't even be able to hear his sexy voice.... Gosh, I can't believe I actually have a deep crush on my sister's boyfriend. What was wrong with me?
The next day was a downer for me. I couldn't think straight at school. All I could think about was Darren and Patty. There's no doubt they'll break up. And would all be my fault. Why did I have to open my big mouth? From beginning to end of school, my mind wandered off thinking about what I could do to try to make things better. As I was walking home, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I was startled, and temporarily shaken from my trance.
"Man, what's wrong with you? It's unusual for you to not talk to me!"
"Neil? You're still here?" I was really surprised that he was there, beside me, walking with me.
"No, I'm a figment of your imagination! Of course I'm still here! So, don't tell me, you weren't listening when I asked you if you can help me study for my math exam next week?"
"Yeah! I asked you, and like, you just kept on nodding like a retard or something!"
"I...eerr...alright, alright. I'm sorry, I just did something really stupid."
Instead of taking the alley that leads to my house, he pulled my sweatshirt insisting that we go to his house instead, since nobody will be home to bother us. For a moment there, my gaydar started beeping.
"Well? What did you do?"
"Oh, well, I think I made my sister and her boyfriend break up."
"And that concerns you?"
"Well yeah. I mean her boyfriend's really nice! Well except for that smoking shit."
"Faggot!" he giggled. He punched me on my shoulder hard enough to make me lose my balance and fall down the sidewalk. I extended my right arm to soften the impact, but my hand scraped the concrete resulting in a great deal of pain. I was on the verge of screaming as I saw the blood on my hand. Neil quickly reached into his bag and pulled out his water bottle that he carried around throughout the whole school day. He kneeled down beside me and grabbed my hand gently. As he poured the cold water letting it trickle on my bloody hand, he kept giggling as he tried to apologize, "Sorry man! I thought that you were strong enough to take that blow! Guess not! Heheh!"
"Well, I wasn't expecting it you know! OWW!!!" He took out a white cloth from his bag and tightly wrapped it around my bleeding hand. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up to my feet. "Thanks man. I never knew you knew how to deal with injuries!"
"Heh, see, I paid attention in Health Class!" he said.
In a few minutes, we had his quiet house all to ourselves. The last time I was here, his bedroom, was in a shambles. The musty aroma of dirty laundry filled the whole room, his clothes lying everywhere and the wall were full of stains. But now, wow! The bedroom had this sexy aroma of him, the walls had been painted from dull blue to white, even his comic books were neatly arranged, need I say more?
"Heh, surprised huh?"
"Yeah! The last time I was here, it was like your place was hit by a tornado or something!"
He leaned back and plopped his whole body down on his bed. He gave out a deep groan as his body sank slowly into the mattress. As I watched Neil, I had to remember what happened to me the last time that I was at his house. Cool it Greg. I'm here to help him study nothing more. Think of unsexy thoughts Greg!
"C'mon! I don't have all the day! Time to study!" I insisted.
He tumbled out of the bed and sat next to me unpacking his backpack. For the whole night, I helped him solve basic mathematical problems and some really hard ones, which took him awhile to figure out. Even though there's this guy beside me who looks like Matt Damon, Erik Von Detten and Brad Pitt all put together, I just couldn't stop thinking about Patty and, sigh....Darren. I almost felt like shouting out my frustrations. Neil's parents were kind enough to drive me home, even though it was only a block away from his house. It was ten-thirty when I got home and my eyes were dead tired from focusing on the small numbers and fractions in Neil's Math Book. I slumped down the couch to relax before going up to my room. I thought I was home alone, but guess not. I heard whispers in the kitchen, which I thought, could be burglars. I tiptoed carefully trying not to make any noises. I recognized the whispers as coming from Patty and Darren.
"Darren, I love you so much! Make love to me!" Huh??!! I took a peek in the kitchen. Patty was lying on the top of the dinner table! A piece of my mind wanted to tell her that that's where the family eats! And there he was, sigh...Darren. He had his shit off and he was a sight to behold. He had huge muscles in his shoulders and chest. His six pack was well defined and he had a beautiful tan. He was resting on his elbows while my sister was under him. He was licking her neck and earlobes. My gut wanted to shout at them, and plead them to stop, but part of me said I was wrong. These two are meant for each other. There's no doubt about it. I walked away and went upstairs feeling...happy? I don't know. I'm glad that they're back together, but not just because I would get to see Darren in the future. They're such a cute couple. Hell, why am I thinking this way anyway? Why would anyone like Darren ever want to go out with an underdeveloped shrimp like me? I probably wasn't even strong enough to carry his gym bag. Who would ever want to go out with me? Even sixth graders could kick my ass.
This feeling went on and on for a few days. Every time I would see Darren, it would remind me of the night they made love. Every time he came to visit my sister, he would place a single red rose in a clear purple vase, my sister's favorite color, until the 18th rose, which represented their age, finally filled the vase. How romantic! But it's not meant for me, it's for his love, Patty. I wished someone out there would do that for me. I started to feel jealous. Jealous that everyone has someone to rely on, someone who would actually care what happens to you, someone who would love you...someone who would be there when your world seems to fall apart. Everyone has someone....except for me.
"What's wrong Greg? You have been in a funk for days now." Neil asked as we both walked down his front lawn.
"Everything Neil, everyone has someone...except...for me!" The tears started to well up in my eyes. I tried to hold the pain and misery inside, but I could no longer handle the burden. Seeing Patty and Darren now everyday just served to remind me of what was missing in my life. Why couldn't I have the same happiness that my sister found? What did I do to deserve a life sentence of loneliness? I could no longer hold it in and I burst out crying my guts out right there in front of Neil.
Neil dropped his backpack and the water bottle he was holding and tried to comfort me by wrapping his arms gently around me, letting me rest my head on his chest. My tears started to soak his blue silk shirt. I couldn't stop the tears from falling down my cheeks into his shirt. My heart was broken from lack of love and support. All I needed was someone to love me and comfort me when I'm down. God, why don't you just grant this only wish I want throughout my whole life!! The warmth of his body heated my body. He moved left to right whispering to my ear, "Shh...shh! Let it out Greg. Let it out. Come on tell me what's wrong."
"Everything to me is wrong. Believe me, I've tried so hard to find someone who would actually care about me and love me for who I am!" Everybody just looks at me as a little kid. People look at me like I am a novelty or something, rather than a real person with feelings and desires.
"Greg...sometimes...the one who cares and loves you the most is right before your eyes. You just try so hard that you don't realize that there are other people who care about you. Your friends, your family...and me." His fingers touched my forehead gently brushing away the strands of hair and tilted my head up a bit. Everything around me seemed to stand still. I gazed at Neil's blue eyes and I felt like I could see into his soul. In his eyes, I could see the loving, caring person he truly was. He kissed me on the forehead. When his lips pressed on my skin, I felt a great sensation that made my tears flow even worse. He whispered as he removed his lips away from me, "I want you to know this, I love you and I care about you."
There were no words that could express what I was feeling. He kissed me. He loves me. He cares how I feel. I wanted to tell him that I felt the same way about him, but all I said was, "Y-You...kissed me?"
His eyes started to tear up. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I-I should go!"
He loosened his tight hug and started running away from me. He accidentally stepped on his bottle and fell down on the cement. I ran to help him get up. He growled, "Just leave me alone! I know you'll probably want to tell everyone you know tomorrow that I'm gay! Next thing you know, I'll be the laughing stock of the whole school, always getting beaten up after school. Neil the faggot jock..."
"I won't ever do that! I.....I love you too alright!"
"Please, please, listen to me Neil!" I can't describe in words how I felt, now that announced to Neil that I loved him. I waited for his response.......silence......did he hear me? I managed to repeat the three meaningful words, "I love you"
He brushed my lips with his long fingers. Slowly, he gently parted my lips with his finger, running first across my upper lip and then back across the lower. His touch was so gentle and comforting. His lips spread apart making a sweet smile as he got closer to me. When his face was only an inch from mine, he whispered, "I heard you the first time."
Before I could say another word, his lips locked into mine. His tears mixed with the flood already on my cheeks and a surge of weird sensations entered my heart as I kissed him. My first real kiss! He broke the kiss momentarily to look into my eyes. I could tell that he was about to say something, but whatever it was could wait. The passion of the moment had totally engrossed me and all I wanted was to hold him and kiss him again and again. I put my hand up on the back of his head and pulled him back to my waiting lips. Our bodies were so close that no air could get between us. His arms wrapped around my body and he was holding me so tightly that he had actually picked my feet off the ground. I felt the warmth of his chest on mine and I never wanted to let him go. I parted my lips slightly and I could feel his tongue gently caressing my lips. I opened a little wider and I felt his tongue touch mine. When our tongues met it sent a surge of passion throughout my small body. I was limp in his arms, but he was certainly strong enough to hold me up. I never wanted this moment to end. Our tongues were dancing in each other's mouths and our hips were beginning to grind into each other. I groaned in ecstasy, trying not to scream out loud since we were outdoors. Oh my gosh, we're outside! Anyone could be watching us! Neil broke our kiss and looked into my eyes.
"We can't do this here," he whispered.
"I was about to say the same thing!"
He must have sensed how weak I was at that moment because he gently picked me up in a fireman's hold and carried me into his house. We headed upstairs to his bedroom where he softly placed me on his bed. He moved over to his desk and sat down on his chair. I didn't think this was a moment for discussion, but there was something he wanted to get off his chest.
"I knew a couple of years ago that I was not like everybody else. My sexual fantasies always-involved boys, all types and sizes of boys. That ended the day I was walking home and saw you being beaten up by that gang of younger kids. When I saw you hurt and bleeding, my heart almost broke. From that day, there has only been one boy in my fantasies, and that is you, Greg. I swore that I would never let anyone hurt you again. I have been following you home from school for the last year to make sure that you were safe." He pulled open his desk drawer and took out a paper. "I got an A+ on my math test last week. The first A I have ever gotten math in my whole life! I haven't told anyone yet, not even my parents, I wanted you to be the first to know."
He brushed his hair as a small grin grew in his face, "I...I want you to have it."
I couldn't even see the paper through the tears of joy that had filled my eyes. "I can't accept it. You put your whole effort into this test and you earned that A. This is something that you should keep as a memoir to remind you that you are an intelligent person if you try hard enough. Besides, you gave me something much more valuable already today...your love." He dropped the paper on the floor and moved over to the bed beside me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and with a huge grin on his face, he gently pinned me down on his bed.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," he said calmly.
He looked into my brown eyes hoping that I would want to go on. I didn't say any word. I just stared back at his deep blue eyes and slowly raised my head to nibble his lower lip. He stroked the back of my neck with one hand while the other was working to unbutton my shirt. I felt his smooth hand touch the bare skin on my chest and it caused me to shiver. He continued to gently explore my chest with his hands while licking my neck with his tongue. When my chest was completely exposed, he started to move his tongue down to explore the rest of me. I never really understood why men had nipples until Neil tenderly licked and sucked each of them sending me to a level of ecstasy that I never thought existed. My nipples stood at attention as he gently placed butterfly kisses on my chest and stomach. I groaned while his hands rubbed the tent on my pants. Then he rose up slowly, unbuttoning his shirt. His prefect soft round ass sat on my boner slowly moving it round and round driving me crazy. I moaned from the ecstasy that he was giving me.
I had seen his chest at the wrestling meets, but never totally naked and this close. He was gorgeous! Smooth, hairless, and muscular. My hands nervously reached out to his chest, feeling his smooth, hot, and hairless skin. His two pink nipples erected rapidly as I touched them with the tips of my fingers. He squatted on top of me, removing his gray pants. His legs were nearly hairless and packed with a nice set amount of muscles. His red boxers were moist from the pre-cum he was leaking. He slowly pulled off his boxers and revealed a 5 inch cut dick pointing at my face. He had a golden brown bush spread across his pubic area, but nearly hairless balls. He laid down on top of me. His face was so close to me that I could feel the air passing out from his nose. He smiled and whispered before kissing me again, "I love you."
Our lips connected again only for a minute and soon, his mouth was inching down my chest and stomach. His tongue was licking my navel while his hands were trying to unzip my pants and free my aching love muscle. After unzipping my pants, he forcefully pushed them along with my briefs down to my knees. My teen cock sprang up automatically. Surprised, he examined it closely. He couldn't believe his eyes. He must have been expecting a 3-inch boy dick, but in all my glory I was a full 5-1/2 inches! I wasn't as thick as he was and I had only a dusting of brown pubic hair. He looked up at me and smiled. All I heard him say was, "Wow!"
All of sudden, his cold hands grabbed my shaft, making my hips jump up. He snickered quietly as he started pumping my member slowly and evenly. I closed my eyes and groaned. He started moving his hands up and down harder and faster. He slowed down and started to lick my balls while he stroked. His tongue eased it's way up my sac and onto the underside of my shaft. He licked all around making me tense with passion. Finally his tongue reached my mushroom head. I panted and groaned while he explored my head with his silky tongue. In a flash, he engulfed my joystick halfway and stopped. The intense heat of his mouth made me clutch a handful of the bed sheet. Slowly, he bobbed up and down taking everything in his mouth. My hips bucked up from the bed and I began to fuck his face uncontrollably. While sucking my cock, he repositioned his body so I could pay attention to his aching member. I had never seen another cock this close before, but I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Nervously, my hand touched his hard pole and pulled it down closer to my mouth. I started licking the head of his shaft while one hand fondled his sac and the other gently stroked his member. He groaned as I took the head in my mouth slowly, followed by the shaft. I tried to take it all in but my gag reflex reacted. I paused and sucked only what I could take. I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft in rhythm with my bucking hips. We were moving in unison, everything seemed so natural. I felt his hand touch my balls and massage them lightly. He pulled off my cock and tried to take my entire scrotum in his mouth. I could feel his tongue move from one to the other, sending me almost to the brink of orgasm. I could feel my balls tense up and pull back as he continued to stroke my shaft with his hand. I was beyond the point of no return and I moaned that, "I'm cumming!" He quickly moved his mouth from my balls to my pole and just the heat was enough to send me over the edge. "Unnn....ahhhhh!!!" My cock started to spasm spurting out streams of hot cum in his mouth. Out of all the orgasms I have ever had from playing myself, this has got to be the most intense one I've ever had.
I must have passed out from the intensity of my orgasm because the next thing I remembered was the laugh track from some TV sitcom that was coming from across the room. I looked in the direction of where the sound was coming from and there I saw the guy I just had sex with lying beside me. He had a sheet pulled up to his waist, but I could see by the tent in the sheet that he was glad I was awake. I tried to say something, but all I could do was utter soft moan of pleasure. Weird, definitely weird. He raised his eyebrows and looked over at me.
"Well! It's about time you wake up!" he said in his soft sweet voice.
"What I do?"
He snickered and, but in a second, he frowned again, "Well, let me see! Before you fell asleep, you shot enough cum in my mouth to impregnate half the girls in our school!"
"Well that is one thing that you will never have to worry about," I said giggling. "I'm sorry I fell asleep on you, baby! Is it okay to call you that?" I sucked his earlobe, softly blowing in his ear. The tent in the bed sheet was growing noticeably, and I couldn't help giggling. I slid my hand under the sheet and wrapped my fingers around his growing dick. I slowly began to jerk him off while he groaned.
"You...uhh...can all me...ahhh..anything...you...want!"
I increased the speed making his ass lift up. I pulled back the sheet covering him with my other hand and just gazed at his perfect peach colored body. He was the most beautiful site I had ever seen. No one in the whole world, not Darren, not anyone, could ever capture my heart the way Neil had. I got on my knees between his legs and took his aching love muscle into my mouth, savoring the taste of his sweet lollipop. As I bobbed up and down on his cock, I could see the pleasure I was giving him by the expression on his face. It seemed like only a matter of seconds before he started shooting streams of cum in my mouth like blasts from a squirt gun. He covered his mouth as he screamed from what I could tell was extreme pleasure. He was panting like crazy as his pole slowly started to shrink. I let him slide out of my mouth and I crawled back up under his strong arms and just rested my head on his chest.
And there I was snuggling close to his body, not thinking about my size, what other people thought of me, not thinking of the future...or the past. It didn't seem to matter to me anymore. As long as Neil was in my heart, and I was in his, I'll always know that someone accepts me for who I am.
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