Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2008 01:46:06 -0500 From: no name no names Subject: Adrian story / chapter 1 Hi, a friend asked me to write a story so I'll try. Please bear with me, my mother tongue is not English. If you would like to make any comments on the story, please email me at adrian.story@hotmail.com. So here goes.... Disclaimer: 1st: this story is based on HIS experience - I'm the writer and he's the teller. 2nd: if you are not old enough to read "this kind" of story, leave now, please. 3rd: it's just a story...any comment will be welcome. 4th: the story may be based on true events, but for the most part it's fiction. 5th: names and places are being changed to protect the identity of the participating person(s). 6th: any resemblance to people that are real or dead is pure coincidence. Well let's begin with the beginning... *************************************************************************** Chapter One: When I Found Out You all probably already know that I'm gay, but my story is about when I found my love, so I'll tell you a little background first. My name is Adrian, I'm small for my age - only 4' 7", and I'm 13 years old. I lived in Ottawa all my life, but when my folks decided to move to the north near Hudson Bay, I was very sad to lose my friends and to attend a new school. So when we moved into the new house, I had no friends in that region, I was lonely, but I found a friend named Jeremy. He was taller than me (well it's easy to be), 5'2" with light brown hair, and those killer dark hazel eyes, so dark they're almost like black. He is a little older than me, by four months. Oh, I forgot - I'm blond, not a light blond, more like dark blond with a little red in it, with light green eyes. Well anyway, I think that is enough for starters. So let me get to the story. "Ady, it's time to eat!" my mother was calling me, as I was playing on my Nintendo, with that little name she liked to call me. It never really bothered me, but I find it a little embarrassing when she calls me that in public. "I'm coming, mom, hmm, what is that smell?" I asked her. "It's your favorite meal," was the only answer. I love a lot of food, but she always tried to make a surprise meal sometimes. "Oh great," I peeked into the kitchen. She just looked at me with those mother eyes telling me it was time to go wash my hands. As we sat at the table, I looked at what she made. "Yahoo!" I exclaimed. "I love chicken on rice. Thanks mom." She just looked at me with a big grin and sat at the table. My father was at work again, he always worked late on Mondays. "So how was school today, Hon?" she asked me. "Bad, I don't know anyone there," was my only reply, with a mouthful of rice and chicken. "Please swallow before answering." She looked at me with that grin on her face like she was disgusted. "Sorry," I said, after swallowing my food. "You know, you should try to speak with people at school. You will make more friends like that," she told me. "I know, but you know I'm very shy." She just looked at me with a grin. After supper, I did the dishes without her telling me. I knew that she worked hard to make the meal, so I always did the dishes afterwards. When I had finished, I went to my room to read a little on my computer. (Try to figure out what). After an hour's reading, I decided to go to bed, it was almost 9:00 p.m.. I always like to go sleep early, that way I'm less tired in the morning. After my bedtime ritual, brushing my teeth and kissing my mother good night, I asked her to say "good night" to my father when he got home. Then I got into bed with my boner leading the way because of my reading. When I was comfortably under the covers, I started playing with my toy, nice and slow, the foreskin rolling up and down. I was imagining that a cute guy was doing it to me. I had found out when I was alone in my room, playing with myself, that I was always thinking of other guys. I knew that I should be thinking of girls, but I never found them attractive. As my orgasm was coming close, I felt my body stiffening, it just felt so great. Then, I was shooting my seed onto my belly. I reached for a tissue and wiped it off, putting the tissue under my mattress so my mother wouldn't find it. After that, I fell asleep kind of fast. My mother woke me up in the morning, telling me to get a shower before school. As usual, I woke up with a stiffy in my boxers. I really didn't want to get up now, with my mother in the room. "Ok mom, I'll go, but can you leave my room so I can get up," I asked her. "Oh, sorry I'll leave, but you should know it's normal." I was so red after that comment, my face felt like it was burning. "You are so cute when you blush like that," my mother told me before leaving my room. "MOM, please!" I was really embarrassed now. After she left, I got up, taking my school clothes, hopped in the shower - adjusting the water to a comfortable temperature and soaped my body, playing a little with my morning wood. I always loved the feeling of my soapy hand on it. After I finished my morning ritual, dressed for school, ate my breakfast and gathered all my things for school, my mother came near me and planted a kiss on my face. "Mom, I'll be late," I told her. "So go then, don't be late." I put on my shoes and headed for the bus stop. It was October and the cold of winter was not yet here, so I just grabbed my coat and shoved it in my backpack. The bus arrived and I got in, sitting in the middle like I always do. The bus ride was not very long - I lived about four miles from the school, so my stop was the last one in the morning and the first on the way back in the afternoon. It was basically just enough time to watch the scenery go by the windows. The bus arrived at school early, so we had a little time to chat and fool around. But I needed to finish some of my homework, so I went to my locker, put my things away and decided to do it while waiting for my first class to start. As I was going up the stairwell, my foot slipped, and I was falling backward when someone grabbed me before I could hit the floor. When I had regained my balance, I turned around to see Jeremy, only I didn't know his name then. "Hey, careful little guy," he chuckled. "Thanks, but I'm not little." "Oh sorry," he replied. "My name's Jeremy, what's yours?" "I'm Adrian" "Hey, you're in the same class as me, aren't you?" "Yeah, I think so," I replied as we walked up to our first period classroom. We spent the few minutes before class chatting about the homework we had to do, and after the bell rang, asked if I wanted to meet him at lunch. I didn't get a chance to answer because the class was beginning, the teacher talking to us from the front of the classroom and as usual, it was one thing - boring. It really wasn't that bad, but I never really liked to go to school, so I just did like I always did and started to daydream. When the class was over, Jeremy came to my desk and told me to wake up, startling me a little. "Hey, daydreamer, the class is over," he laughed. "Sorry, guess I was somewhere else." "Bet it was better than here," he said, then asked, "What's your next class?" "Hmm, Geography, I think," I answered, getting up and putting all my stuff in my bag. We walked out of the classroom and toward our lockers. I noticed that his was very close to mine, only about seven or eight to the left. I checked my schedule on my locker door and saw that I was right and had Geography, I took all my gear for that class and headed for the lunch area and bought a soda from the machine. I opened it slowly so that it didn't spray on my shirt and ruin my day. I guess it was meant to be a bad day, because as I lifted the can to my mouth, one of the seniors passed by and jostled my arm, splashing my t-shirt anyway. I was almost crying, but I tried to hold it back, then Jeremy came by and saw me. "Hey, you okay? What happened?" he asked me. "One of the seniors splashed me with my soda," I told him, on the verge of tears. "Oh, then come with me, I have an extra t-shirt in my locker." I followed him to his locker, he opened it and pulled out a t-shirt. "Here this should fit you. It's a little small for me, so I don't really use it." I pulled off my soda-stained t-shirt and slipped on the one he was holding out to me. "Thanks," was the only thing I could get out as the bell rang for the start of second period. We parted and he shouted to meet him at lunch. On my way to class, the music teacher was passing by and asked me if I wanted to be in the upcoming play at school. I told him that I'd think about it, because I'm very shy and being on stage in front of a bunch of people would almost kill me. Dodging the bullet one more time, I told him I needed to get to my second period class. I love Geography, and the period seemed to fly by. The lunch bell rang and I put my stuff away in my locker and grabbed my lunch money. I heard my name being called over the noise of the lunch crowd, and finally caught sight of Jeremy, managing to work my way over to him through the crowd of laughing and chatting students "Hey Adrian, how's it going?" he asked me when I got close enough. "Better, sorry for earlier," I told him. "Bah, it's nothing." We worked our way through the lunch line, found two empty seats, and started eating our lunch. Chatting about our two first periods, we finished our meal, returned our trays and headed out for some fresh air. "Hey Adrian, do you want to come to my house after school?" "Yeah, that'd be cool," I replied as we heard the first bell calling us to go to our next class. Still chatting, we parted to go to our next class. The rest of the day was normal, and when the final bell rang, I headed to my locker to get my stuff and homework for the evening. I got on my bus, and to my surprise, I saw Jeremy in the rear chatting with some of the other kids. Before I sat down, he caught my eye and motioned me to the seat next to him. "Hey, Adrian, you're on this bus too?" he asked me, surprised. "Yeah, my stop is the first one." He smiled at my reply. I was in shock, his smile was so cute and perfect. I just blushed and tried to hide myself in the seat. "Hey, you okay?" he asked me, seeing my blush. "Hmm yeah, sorry," I answered with an embarrassed smile. Jeremy just made a funny face, making me laugh. The bus growled to a stop and as I started to get up, I was surprised to see Jeremy follow me out of the bus. I asked him where he lived, and he told me that he lived at about three streets from my house. We decided to drop my things off at the house, then just walk to his. As I dropped my bag on the floor of the foyer, I yelled to mom that I was going to a friend's house. "Okay Ady, but be back for supper, you know what time," she shouted through the house. I closed the door and turned to follow Jeremy, who started walking back down the sidewalk. He grinned widely over his shoulder and asked, "Your mother called you Ady?" "Yeah, I hate it when she calls me that." He just looked at me and laughed, I was blushing again and he saw it clearly since the sun was on my face. "Hey, don't worry," he told me laughingly, "I think it's cute." "Ah, stop it you goof." He just laughed again. We walked and talked together about any and everything. After a five minute walk, we arrived at his house and went up to his room. Jeremy put his stuff in one corner and casually changed his t-shirt. I tried not to watch, but he was almost perfect. Just the right skin color, and while not really muscular, he almost had a six-pack, well, call it a four-pack. His armpits, along with the rest of his body - that I could see - were almost hairless, just like me. He was so awesome. "See something you like?" he asked with a strange grin, catching me staring open-mouthed at him. "Yeah, err, I mean damn." I thought my world was going to come crashing down after that, but he just looked at me and his grin widened. Still smiling - and shirtless, he moved closer. As he got closer, I saw that his skin was almost perfect and looked so smooth. I knew he saw me looking at him again, but he just grinned and moved even closer. I wanted to just touch him, to feel his warm, smooth skin with my hand. "Heh eh, you okay, buddy? You look like you just saw something weird." That pulled me out of my daydreaming. I just looked at him and blushed yet again. "Sorry, I think I should go," I mumbled, turning to leave. "Why? Did I do something wrong?" he asked me. "No, not you. I mean it's me I think. I don't feel okay." "What's wrong?" he asked me, and I could hear his smile fading. "I .I don't know, I just feel weird." I was heading for the door, and safety, when he stepped in front of me, blocking my escape. "Tell me what's wrong, please," he asked softly, almost begging me to tell him. Jeremy started to move even closer. His nearness made me nervous. Now, I just wanted to get out of this embarrassing situation, so I just told him the truth. "It's .it's you," I told him, my head bowed. I could feel his stare. After a few moments of silence, I risked raising my head to look at him. "What do you mean by it's me?" he asked, looking into my eyes. I'll remember those eyes the rest of my life, they were so deep in feeling. All I could do was just stare into those dark eyes, unable to answer. I wanted to tell him that he was so perfect, so good-looking, but I was so afraid. "I I mean not you .I mean...damn." I dropped my eyes again, unable to meet those deep, dark eyes any longer. Again, I was almost crying. Then, to my surprise, Jeremy walked to me and hugged me. I was in heaven, I wanted him to kiss me, but was unable to tell him that. He was holding me and I was shaking like a leaf in the wind, my face in his chest. "Hey, c'mon, tell me what's wrong? Did I say something?" he asked me again. "No, not you, me .I ..," was all I could get out. He pushed my head away from his chest and used his hands to tilt it back until I was once again looking into his face. I struggled to look away again. "Adrian, look at me and tell me." He looked so sad to see me like that, so I just told him. "You just look so awesome and ." After those words came rushing out, he shushed me and told me it was okay. Jeremy hugged me again and asked me, "Adrian, what do you mean by awesome?" He was still holding me as I answered, "I mean you, I mean I'm, or I think I'm...," was all I could get out. "Oh, you mean you think you're gay, is that it?" His question made me shake harder, thinking he would just beat me or something else. Receiving no answer from me, he just pushed me away a little. I was scared, but he looked me in the eyes and smiled that strange smile again. Then he leaned over me and kissed me. I felt like I was going to faint, I couldn't believe it, Jeremy was holding me and kissing me in his room! I felt a shock go through me like I just touched an electrical wire. It was unbelievable. Then he stopped kissing me and looked me in the eyes once more. "Is that supposed to be a problem?" he asked me. I was in heaven. Instead of being mad or kicking me out of his house, he had kissed me. He was still looking at me with those eyes - those wonderful eyes, and I answered, "Sorry I was . I was scared and that kiss it was .. Oh god, I almost fainted." I was still in shock and he just looked at me, smiling. Without a word, he leaned against me and kissed me again, but was interrupted when his mother entered the house, and called up him. "I'm in my room with a friend, mom," he answered her, gently pushing me away as her footsteps approached his door. "Well, it's time to eat," she said, standing in the doorway. "Oh, hello there, what's your name?" she asked me. "Hi, hmmm, I'm Adrian." I was blushing again. "I need to get back home, my mother wants me to be home for supper. Nice meeting you, ma'am." "Oh, okay then, don't make your mother wait," she said with a smile, then left the room. "Adrian, I hope I'll see you again?" Jeremy asked softly. "Yes, I would love to," is the only thing I could say. I gave him one last, quick kiss on the lips before I started toward the door. I remembered his warm smile as I was running home, the thoughts of what had happened today spinning through my head. *************************************************************************** Well, I hope you all liked the first chapter. It's my first story, so please be patient. I'll try to post more chapters each week, but I can't promise anything. Any comments will be welcome, thanks for reading it. Oh, remember, the email address is at the beginning of the story. See you all again, I hope. And Adrian wanted to say "hi."