Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2018 17:23:33 -0500 From: thelittlest potato Subject: Broken Silence - Alvin Seville and Miguel Rivera *This story is heavily influenced by Fleetwood Mac and Jim Croce. If you don't know them then please give them a listen.* "But Dave, I don't wanna transfer schools *again.*" I groaned in protest, knowing very well it was too late to convince him otherwise. Dave responded as he drew a heavy breath, "No buts, Alvin. You were on board with the idea just a few days ago." "He's right, Alvin. You were on board with the idea not that long ago. In fact, if I remember right this was *your *idea." Simon interjected as he looked up from the thick book he had been reading for the past hour. I folded my arms and grunted in disappointment. They made it sound like such a great place at first, but now that I see I'd be nowhere near any of my friends, transferring to this school seems less and less like a good idea the more I think about it. I feel like I'd be lost completely without my best friend Andrew. He and I haven't been away from one another for more than a week since the day we met. He had become like a third brother to me since he and I hit it off instantly almost eleven years ago. The vehicle came to a slow stop in front of the school and Dave shut the engine off. The red brick building before me seemed almost as if it mocked me, somehow knowing that I hadn't known even one person here other than my brother Simon. I glared at it in disdain, somehow hoping that it would feel my scorn towards it for the mere fact it existed. As much as I wanted to turn and run the other way as if my life depended upon it, I knew what I had to do. No matter how displeasing it may have been. I slowly walked up the grey and white cobblestone walkway until I reached a set of doors made of glass that stood roughly ten feet tall. I looked at the reflection in the glass and seen Simon standing behind me. I turned my head slightly to face him as a warm smile spread across his face. I returned the gesture as I twisted the knob and pushed through the doors and strode into the building. The sterile smell of bleach wafted through the air and almost instantly reassured me that I was indeed in a school building. I guess that's one thing that never changes, no matter the pedigree of the institution. It appeared to be much larger than the one Simon and I had previously attended. The hallways were far wider and the vaulted ceiling encircled with intricate hand-carved crown molding was much higher. I remained in awe at the size of our new surroundings and didn't pay much attention to where I was going until a sudden impact sent me to the floor. A mess of papers and school supplies flew through the air and scattered about the ground. I began to gather my papers when I felt a warm hand under mine. My face began to turn a light shade of red until my head made a solid impact with something equally hard. "Fuck, that really hurt!" A high pitch voice proclaimed just loud enough for he and I to hear his mumbling. In front of me was a boy that appeared to be around the same age as Simon and I. I apologized as I attempted to sort out which papers were mine and which were his. It made me feel like such an idiot as I attempted to retrieve my things from the glossy tile floor beneath us. "I'm so sorry about that. I should really pay attention to where I'm going." I said awkwardly in an attempt to try and make light of things. The boy replied, "It's no big deal, amigo. This place is a lot to take in if you've never been here before. To be honest, I wasn't paying that much attention either." He and I briefly glanced through the papers and handed him a paper from the choir instructor. I briefly glanced at the name on the paper and smiled before I handed him the sheet of paper. He smiled back which caused my cheeks to turn a darker shade of red than before. "Do you have music class for the third period?" He asked as I stuffed the papers I had collected back into my binder. "Yeah, I just hope that this place has a better music program than my old school," I answered. The boy continued, "I bet you'll like the one here. It's really laid back and everybody gets along for the most part." "Other than me making a complete ass of myself on the first day, I bet I will like it here," I responded jokingly as I pulled a lock of my red hair behind my left ear using my right hand as I gripped my books and papers with the other. He stated with a smile, "I wouldn't say a *complete* ass, just a little bit." Before we could continue our conversation, the bell rang. He hurried away in the opposite direction Simon and I were headed and waved as he proclaimed, "I hope I'll be seeing you around, Mr.Ass." Simon and I picked up the pace and talked on the way to class. "Look at you, the first day here and you've already made a new friend. Who knows, you may just 'run into' some new friends here after all." Simon stated. I jokingly punched him in the arm as we crossed the doorway into our first-period class and took our seats. The teacher stood at the front of the classroom and introduced himself as Mr.Taylor. He was a lot younger than most of the teachers I had in the past. He looked to barely be twenty-three but spoke with a firm conviction in his tone. "Okay, class," He began "My name is Mr. Taylor. Feel free to call me James, Jimmy or Mr.Taylor. For the first matter of business, I want everybody to come up to the front of the class and say something about themselves so that way we can all get acquainted. Why don't we start from the back with the student in the seat closest to the window and work our way forward?" The person stood and walked to the front of the class and talked awkwardly about herself for a moment until Mr.Taylor called on the next student. The process was repeated until he reached Simon and me. My brother stood and introduced himself to the class. I almost dreaded having to introduce myself to a new group of people that I'd never been around until now. Nervously, I stood and stated, "Hi, my name is Alvin Michael Seville. I believe you've just met my nerdy twin brother, Simon." Simon jokingly stuck his tongue out at me then I continued, "There's not a lot to know about me other than I'm fourteen and I love music along with hanging out with my friends." The cycle went on until it reached the desk on the front left-hand corner of the room. The boy stood and introduced himself in a smooth and confident tone, "My name is Miguel Antonio Rivera. Like the rest of you, I'm fourteen years old. Just like Alvin, I love music. I guess there's not a lot to tell about me other than that." Miguel took his seat and the rest of the class period was spent by Mr.Taylor explaining the syllabus. Since Simon and I are brothers he decided it would be best to move us away from one another. It was most likely done in an attempt to prevent any kind of horse play between the two of us. A girl in the front row and I switched places. At the end of the class period, Miguel waved at me. I awkwardly stuck my hand up and returned the gesture before grabbing my things and waiting for Simon by the door that lead into and out of the classroom. Simon caught up with me and we walked to our second-period algebra class. It droned on for what seemed like an eternity. Our teacher, Ms.White attempted to keep the attention of the students as she spoke in a low monotone voice about how to divide fractions and how to reduce mixed numbers. Even Simon agreed that it was drier than the desert. I wasn't sure if I could put up with a teacher that boring for an entire year without losing my sanity. At long last, the bell rang loudly and freed us from the prison that is algebra class. Not a single person in the room wanted to spend another second with her. If there was an award for most boring teacher ever then I would gladly nominate Ms. White for it. We followed the crowd of people to a long line that stretched from the hallway all the way to the dining area. It seemed like such a long line that we'd never get our food before the end of the day. As I groaned, the line began to move much faster than I expected. "What do you think of Miguel?" Asked Simon as we stood in the line to enter the cafeteria. I thought for a moment then responded, "From the few seconds I talked to him, he seems like a really nice guy. I'd kinda like to get to know him better." My brother teased, "Sounds like somebody's got a crush." I retorted as my face turned as red as the shirt I was wearing, "It's not like that. Besides, I doubt he's like me. He seems like a total chick magnet. I bet he has to beat them away with a stick." Simon and I each grabbed a plate of food. It was nothing like what they served at our old school, it was actually edible looking and smelled like real pizza opposed to a piece of cardboard slathered in ketchup. We joked about the food from our old school as we sat at a table and began to eat. "Mind if I sit with you guys?" Asked Miguel. "Sure, pull up a chair," I replied. He sat down across from me and took a sip of soda then inquired, "What do you guys think about this place so far?" Simon answered, "It's a nice place, but the food is exceptional." I interjected, "Don't Tell Dave, but this is better than his cooking by far." Simon nodded at my statement as he finished his slice of pizza. His hand wandered over to my plate, but I smacked it away. He pouted which made Miguel and I both laugh. Miguel looked perplexedly at me and retorted, "Who's Dave?" "For lack of better terms" I began, "Dave is our father figure. Simon and I used to be orphans until he adopted us when we were three. Our mother died from sever food poisoning and our father was ran over by a drunk driver. After that, we became wards of the state and got sent to a foster home for boys until Dave came along. He originally wanted to adopt Simon alone, but my brother refused to leave me behind. I couldn't imagine leaving him behind either. We're more like best friends than brothers. Most sibilings fight and argue, but we just joke with each other. We stick together after all we've been through." "That's nice that you share such a strong bond with your brother and found a good home. Not a lot of people have somebody they can depend on like that. I'd love to meet Dave." Miguel stated. By the look on his face, it was clear that he didn't want to be too intrusive in the matter. "So, Miguel, where are you from?" Simon asked in an attempt to change the subject. Miguel answered, "I'm from a small village in Mexico called Santa Cecilia. My family moved here a few years ago in hopes that they could expand their shoe making business into the U.S. and maybe Canada if it's possible." "That's cool," I retorted as I took a bite of my pizza. Miguel continued, "So, what brings you two to Saint Amber High School?" Simon answered, "Alvin wanted to transfer schools. He didn't like the music program at our old school and the teacher didn't like him for some reason." I elaborated, "That guy always has a chip on his shoulder. One day I'm his 'best student' and the next I'm 'human scum'. I bet that Joshua had something to do with that. He never could resist stirring up trouble" "That's pretty messed up. I highly doubt that you'll have to deal with anything like that here." Miguel said as the look on his face suddenly became one of discomfort opposed to the smile that seemed to be normally plastered across his face from the short amount of time I had been around him. I kicked myself mentally for being so straightforward with somebody that I barely knew. He probably wasn't expecting to hear such a depressing backstory on the first day of the school year. "I am hoping to make some new friends here," I replied in an attempt to change the subject. "You've got me," Said Miguel as he extended a warm smile. I blushed as my dark blue eyes met his dark chocolate colored eyes. Simon attempted to redirect the conversation, but my mind was wondering a million miles an hour. After a good thirty seconds, Miguel asked, "If this not too much to ask, who's Joshua?" In an instant, I was brought back to my senses as I took a deep breath and answered in a shaky voice, "Joshua was more than a friend. I don't know how else to say it. He was my first boyfriend." Miguel's eyes widened in surprise. For a moment, nobody said anything. We all looked at the remainder of our food in silence for a moment. My statement must have shocked him. "I'm sorry to hear about that, Alvin. I didn't mean to pry." Said Miguel with genuine remorse in his voice. I responded in a forced happy tone, "It's alright, it was bound to come up some time and I'd rather it be sooner than later." He stated, "It's very brave of you to tell me something like that. You have my word that your secret is safe with me." I could tell that he genuinely felt bad about what he said. I reassured him that it was fine and to my surprise, he seemed to have shown a slight bit more interest in me. Part of me wanted to get to know him better, but I was also hesitant about letting somebody I barely knew into my life so quickly. We made idle talk as we ate and waited for the bell to ring. As Miguel and Simon talked about his old life in Mexico, the bell rang. Almost all of the students stood at once and hurried to their next class with a look on their faces that resembled that of a deer caught in headlights. It's a wonder we weren't trampled by the stampede of students. Miguel pulled me aside and said in a caring tone, "If there's anything that I can do for you then just let me know. You seem like a really nice guy and I want to see you happy here." "Thank you," I replied as he wrapped his arms around me. I hesitantly embraced him as my body relaxed. The warmth that radiated from his body was comforting. He and I hesitantly pulled away as I stated, "I think we better get to class." He nodded and lead the way to our music class. We walked through the open door and found Simon sitting by the piano reading through an ancient looking music theory book. Miguel and I sat next to him as our teacher strode slowly into the room and cleared his throat loud enough to cut through the chatter of the other students around us. "Good afternoon, class" He began in a tired voice. Judging by his age, he has to have been teaching music for quite some time. "My name is Mr. Sanchez and I'll be your music teacher for the year. I don't ask for a lot out of my students other than they put forth a genuine effort. As long as I can tell you're genuinely interested and trying to learn or improve then I'll help you as much as you need, but don't take that for granted. Now that that's out of the way, it's time for your assignment. It's quite easy if you put your mind to it. It shouldn't take more than a few weeks to complete, but you'll have the entirety of the first semester to complete it. I want you to pair off in groups of two and learn a song note for note. It doesn't matter what instrument you play it on, what genre it is as long as I can understand you or if you sing it. There will be extra points for an instrumental and vocal mixture. I won't make you perform in front of the rest of the class either." He finished speaking then sat at the piano that faced the class and played a few scales to test our since of pitch, harmony and rhythm. I was quite impressed by Miguel's vocal range. Not many boys his age possess such a smooth low baritone voice that transitions into a high tenner voice so easily. I couldn't help but think that our voices would compliment one another very well. After the class was over, I gathered my things and headed for the door. Mr. Sanchez stopped Simon, Miguel and myself at the door. "I noticed that there's two Mr.Sevilles in this class. I would prefer that you two not work together. I usually let my students pick their own partners, but I think it would be best to pair Alvin with somebody else." Miguel eagerly inquired, "Could it be me, Mr.Sanchez?" "I don't see why not." He answered. With that, we headed to our final class for the day. I was a little sad that Simon and I didn't share the same class together. I had cooking class, Simon had a.p. physics and Miguel had wood working class. We did agree to meet up after school and walk to our house so that way Miguel and I could get a start on our music project. The class was pretty straightforward with little new information for me to grasp. It was almost laughable that the first lesson was how to make mac and cheese. Even with my attention being occupied by the clock, I still managed to finish the dish easily. I sat nervously shaking my leg as the teacher walked by each pot and tasted the contents. Once she was satisfied, she dismissed the student. She tasted mine and dismissed me. So many thoughts ran through my mind. The dominant being what if Miguel outs me. He seems like a really nice guy, but I'm always reluctant to tell anybody about my sexuality. The longer the other classes droned on, the more a feeling of discomfort grew within me. The feeling of anticipation morphed into an almost trance like state of anxiety. The bell finally rang after what felt like ten lifetimes. I quickly made my way out of the building and took several deep breaths of the still warm air as I waited for Simon and Miguel by the front entrance of the building. The fresh air helped to calm my fraying nerves. A smile spread across my face as my brother and my study partner walked towards me. Miguel wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we started walking down the cobblestone path and onto the sidewalk going in the direction of our house. I enjoyed the feeling of contentment that washed over me. I took a chance and wrapped my arm around his waist. Thankfully, there was no protest from him. After we had walked the five blocks from school to the house, I hesitantly pulled away from Miguel and dug through my pocket for my house key. The door slowly opened to reveal our two bedroom house. Although Dave has made a lot of money in the music business as a vocal coach, song writer and studio musician, we preferred to live a more modest life. Simon went to our room to work on his algebra homework while Miguel and I made our way to the piano. It had been handed down from Dave's great grandfather who bought it from a German instrument maker during his deployment in World War II and spent a small fortune having it shipped stateside. My new friend and I sat on the bench and faced each other. I asked, "What kind of music do you like?" He replied, "A little bit of everything, honestly. I'm game with whatever as long as it's not passed counter tenor." "It won't be anything like that. I can't go much higher than tenor." I reassured him. He asked, "Why don't we try something a little older?" "Like what?" I replied. "I've always loved music from the 1970's and 1980's and I was thinking about something like Landslide or I Got a Name." Miguel elaborated. I retorted, "I don't think I've heard those songs before." Miguel pulled out his phone and played the songs he told me about. They were good songs that I had a hard time choosing between, but we agreed on I've Got a Name. We downloaded the sheet music on our phones and fumbled through the song as I played the melody on the piano. After nearly an hour, we found where our voices fit together. Miguel singing an octave above my pitch in a mid range tenor voice. We ran through the song three times and found our syncopation then called it good for the time being and walked to my room to check on Simon. His head rested on his books and the occasional snore escaped from his mouth. Miguel and I shut the door and went into the livingroom. We talked and got to know one another better before Miguel's parents called him for dinner. "Maybe tomorrow you could come over to my place to study." Said Miguel as he slung his backpack across shoulder. I opened the door and reluctantly said goodbye. Before I could say anything, he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. His sudden action made my face turn as red as a tomato. "See you tomorrow, Alvin." Said Miguel as he started walking towards his house. My heart raced a million miles a second as I tried to grasp what just happened. I closed the door and walked to the bedroom and fell onto my bed with a loud thud. Simon was jolted awake by the thunderous sound of my body hitting the bed. "You look like you've just seen a ghost. What's wrong, Alvin?" Asked Simon. I replied silently in an almost disbileveing tone, "He...kissed me." "Come again, I'm still not fully coherent." Simon stated. I elaborated, "Before Miguel left he gave me a kiss on the cheek. I don't think it was done as a joke either." Realization slowly sunk into my thoughts quit racing. A smile spread across my face as I rubbed the cheek he kissed. As happy as it made me, I selfishly wanted more. "I wonder what it would be like to kiss him on the lips." I thought to myself. "So..." Simon began, "It looks like he's got a crush on you. He seems like a really nice guy and it would be a change of pace from the idiots you usually go out with." As much as I wanted to ask him out, a feeling of trepidation washed over me when I thought about what would be said if anybody found out about me being gay. The real reason I talked Dave into letting us transfer schools is because of my ex boyfriend. Since the day I dumped him all he's done is make my life a living nightmare. Joshua slowly let his true colors bleed through. Once his transgressions came to the surface, I knew it was time to get away from him. Even though there was no one other than Simon present, I picked up on the faint scent of cigarettes and cheap beer. It happens every time I think of Joshua. My smile faltered as my right hand made contact with a few of the burns marks I keep hidden under my long sleeve shirt. Simon demanded, "You stop thinking about him right now, Alvin Michael Seville. You've always deserved better than him and you know it. Get that thought out of your head right now or I'll..." He stood and jumped on top of me. We play fought for a moment as I tried to break free from underneath him. I broke free and put him in an arm bar until he tapped out. That was exactly what I needed to get my mind cleared. For the time being, his memory was gone. Simon panted for breath as he said, "That'll teach you not to think about that useless dick head." My brother and I talked for a few hours until Dave got home from work with a bucket of fried chicken. We congregated around the small dinner table and ate our food as we shared stories of our day. I excitedly told Dave everything that happened...well, maybe not 'everything', but it was easy to see that I wanted to be friends with Miguel. What I thought was a mistake turned out to be the beginning of something good. After we were done with dinner, Simon and I headed to bed. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep with my dream consisting of everything that had happened that day. Sadly, I was awakened by the screaming of an alarm clock that interrupted the very moment Miguel had kissed me. I mumbled a curse word under my breath as I rubbed the crust away from my eyes and stretched. A yawn escaped from deep within as my eyes slowly adjusted to the light that filled the room. As much as I didn't usually like school, I wanted to see Miguel again. His warm smile and captivating dark brown eyes consumed my thoughts as I redressed myself in a pair of tight grey boxers, a black pair of skinny jeans and a Metallica tshirt. I pulled the blankets off Simon. His four and a half inch morning wood slapped against his stomach with a snap sound. "Wake up, dork!" I exclaimed as I plopped down on his bed. Simon kicked me and I fell from the bed onto the floor. "I see how it's gonna be." I thought to myself. I stood up and walked to the kitchen where I proceeded to fill a glass full of ice and water then returned to our room. With a wide grin, I said ,"Maybe this will make you get your ass out of bed." I poured the contents of the glass on his naked body. He groaned in disdain as the cold liquid trickled down his body. His stiff member twitched briefly before it returned to it's normal size. "Alright, I'll get up!" Simon groaned in defeat. He stretched and got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Dave left us a few breakfast burritos in the fridge. We reheated and ate them as we talked until a knock on the door disrupted our conversation. I answered the door and guided Miguel into the kitchen. He blushed when he seen Simon in his birthday suit. His eyes scanned every inch of Simon's body just as I had done thousands of times before. "Good on ya for having the confidence to go naked. I'm not that brave unless I'm home alone." Miguel said. My face turned a bright shade of red as my member twitched and quickly grew in my tight pants. The quickly forming bulge was impossible to hide. The outline was clearly visible and left little to the imagination. "Looks like somebody's happy to see me." Miguel said jokingly. I replied as I pointed at his pants, "Looks like you're happy to see me too." We had a good laugh about it. Simon excused himself to get dressed. I offered Miguel a burrito and he politely declined. He and I sat at the table and waited for Simon to return. Finally, Miguel broke the silence between us. "Alvin, I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to weird you out. I know we just met and I don't want to scare you away. You're super nice and I'd love it if you could accept my apology." I shook my head as I replied, "Its no big deal. To be honest, I kinda liked it. I thought it was super sweet. It was just so sudden and unexpected." As I finished speaking, Simon grabbed his backpack and we headed out the door and made our way to school. Miguel made sure to keep about two feet of distance between us. I would be lying if I said I didn't miss the feeling of having his arm wrapped around my shoulder. He seemed more quite today for some reason. I wanted to ask him, but I didn't want to make a big deal about it despite the gnawing feeling in my stomach. I pushed the feelings aside and grabbed his hand. A smile spread across both of our faces. It felt like all of our classes were a blur. Miguel asked me to walk with him to his house. I agreed and informed Simon that I would be at Miguel's house. "Can I tell you something, Alvin?" He asked. "Sure", I replied then continued, "You can talk to me about anything." "Okay, but you have to promise to never tell anybody." He begged as he stopped walking. I stopped walking and answered, "You have my word." He explained, "I'm attracted to guys. I've always known about it, but I have to hide it. My family is really old school. They want me to get married to a girl and have kids to help around the shop. I think you're super cute, but I don't want to be hated by my family. They wouldn't react nicely if they found out. How do you hide it so well?" "I don't know, it just comes naturally for me. But any time you need to talk to somebody then shoot me a text or call me. It doesn't matter what time it is, just get ahold of me and don't let it drag you down. It seems like you've been hiding this for quite some time." He hugged me tightly and let a tear slide down his caramel colored face. I felt bad for him and wanted to do whatever it takes to make him feel better. We eventually made it to his house. He unlocked the door and I followed him to his bedroom. I pulled the sheet music out of my binder and we sang through the song a few times then continued to get to know one another. After a few hours, I got a call from Dave. He informed me that dinner was ready. I gave Miguel a piece of paper with my phone number written on it. Before I walked out the door, I pulled Miguel close to me and gave him a kiss on the lips. They were soft and warm and his breath tasted like watermelon candy. Slowly, I pulled away. His eyes sparkled like the sun shining on the ocean during a cloudless day. I walked back home and sat at the dinner table. I was too happy to even think about food. Apparently, Simon had been talking to Dave about our new friend. Our father figure seemed eager to meet him. I finished my food as quickly as I could even though I wasn't hungry. I wanted to savor the taste of Miguel's lips for as long as possible. Every millisecond of the kiss ran through my mind on a continuous loop. After dinner was done, I put my plate in the sink and nearly ran to the shared dwelling. I quickly shut the door and laid on my bed. My mind drifted back to the kiss with my new friend. My dick began to grow in my tight pants. Nervously, I got up and checked the hall way. I could hear Simon and Dave doing dishes and complaining about how I never help. I knew they would be busy for long enough. I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down to my ankles then kicked my shoes off and threw the garments onto the floor. With a firm grip, I began to stroke my fully hard member at a slow speed and gradually built up speed. With my left hand, I rubbed my still hairless balls and gently squeezed them. The friction built up a little too much heat for my liking so I spat on the circumcised head and rubbed it in then continued stroking. I closed my eyes again and continued stroking. I heard the doorknob start to turn and hid under my blanket and made sure my boner wasn't visible. Simon walked through the door and closed it then sat down at his desk. "You 'having fun'?" He asked. I shook my head and he replied, "Carry on, just don't be too loud." Thankfully, Simon understands that when certain matters arise they must be taken care of immediately. Without hesitation, I threw the blankets off me and resumed. "Want some help?" Simon asked. "If you want to." I replied as I scooted over enough to let him sit next to me. He spat on his hand and slowly stroked from the shaft all the way up to the head and repeated. I pulled his out then spat on my hand and matched his speed. Gradually, he sped up. I played with my balls with my free hand and he played with his. Before long, I could feel the pressure building inside of my body as my dick began to throb in Simon's hand. I erupted shot after shot of clear stucky cum onto Simon's hand, my stomach and a few blobs flew onto my chest. Even though I had just climaxed, he continued at the same speed until I had yet another orgasm. I shot five smaller blobs onto his hand and continued to stroke his until he reached his climax. We laid on my bed panting for a few minutes until I caught my breath. "Thanks for the help, Si." I said as I reached under my bed and grabbed my cum rag. I wiped my mess up then handed it to Simon. "Any time," He replied as he finished cleaning up the mixture of my seed and his own. He cleaned himself up and I headed to the shower. To me, there's not much better than a hot shower after a good wank. I turned the water on and gave it sufficient time to warm up then stepped under the steady flow and closed my eyes as I ran my fingers through my now wet hair. My wet hair laid against my shoulders as I leaned against the wall and allowed my body to relax. I smiled in contentment, but couldn't help but wonder how much better it would feel if Miguel was doing the deed for me instead of my brother. My body tingled at the thought of him caressing my most intamate places and a silent whimper escaped my lips. "Alvin, I think somebody just texted you." Simon said as he handed me my phone. I unlocked it and read the message. He seemed to be thinking about the kiss a lot. I had been thinking about it too. After some idle conversation, I finally gathered my courage to ask him out. He agreed and we set a date for Friday after school. Even though the coming day was Wednesday, I couldn't wait for Friday. My mood went from great to being on top of the world in a matter of seconds. I didn't think anything could bring me down. I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off then slid under the covers wearing nothing more than a smile. I hugged my pillow against my body and pretended it was Miguel as I drifted off to sleep. My dreams were filled with visions of he and I spending our lives together and raising a family of three loving and lively sons. I almost felt a strong sadness start to form inside of me as I was awakened by the alarm clock. I got up and found Simon was already dressed and in the kitchen. I made a bowl of cereal and ate as I slowly became more coherent. Memories of the dream that the alarm clock so rudely interrupted played through my mind like a movie. A smile spread across my face as I shoveled another spoonful of sugary cereal into my mouth. "Looks like you're in a good mood today." Simon stated as he finished drinking a cup of coffee. "I sure am." I responded as I got up to pour myself a cup. I took a sip of the hot black liquid and continued, "For once, I'm actually glad to go to school. He gives me a good reason to go and make something out of it other than feeling like it's a legalized prison for kids." Simon stated, "I'm glad that you've finally found a school that you like, even if it is because of Miguel." Nothing much was said after our conversation in the kitchen. A knock at the door disrupted us before either of us could say a single word. I answered the door and guided Miguel in. He tried his best to not turn bright red for some reason until Simon spoke up. "Go put some clothes on and get ready for school you damn heathen. I doubt Miguel wants to see your millimeter peter right now." I replied playfully, "It's bigger than yours is." Our friend laughed nervously as I left to get dressed. I walked into the kitchen and asked in my worst British accent, "Does this please you, master Simon?" Miguel giggled and I smiled until Simon punched me in the shoulder and we headed out. I was quite surprised and elated when Miguel held my hand tightly. He strode proudly down the street until we reached the school building. I felt just the same as he appeared to feel. We were a little early so I showed Miguel a few funny videos on my phone. He wrapped his arm around me and leaned his head on my shoulder. I had to think of algebra equasions to prevent myself from becoming harder than a rock. A few people passed by and looked at us with a puzzled look, but nobody said a word. I wouldn't have cared even if they did. Miguel made me happy and I hoped that I made him feel the same way. A feeling deep within me told me that the feelings I felt for him were indeed mutual. It wasn't long and the bell rang and signaled the beginning of the school day. The classes were all a blur that seemed to blend into one continuous cluster of running from one class room to another. During our lunch hour, I received a text from Dave. He wanted to meet Miguelto make sure he wouldn't end up being a bad influence on me and vise versa. He and I had no issues with the matter and informed him that it would be fine with us. I went on my way to my final class of the day as Simon and Miguel went their own ways. Even though it was only forty-five minutes, it felt like an eternity. I bolted for the door as soon as the bell signaled the end of the school day. The gust of air that followed me was nearly enough to extinguish the pilot lights in the large ovens. Miguel and Simon met me at the front entrance of the building. Simon and I explained to Miguel that Dave is an extremely caring person that never met a stranger in his life. We reached our house and opened the door. The smell of baked chicken and homemade chocolate cake wafted through the air. Dave wiped his hands on a cup towel and introduced himself to Miguel. They hit it off just as quickly as he and I did. My uncertainty was quickly being replaced with relief. After dinner, Miguel and I performed the song we'd been practicing for Dave and Simon. It went off without a hitch. I was slightly nervous, but having Miguel by my side seemed to make the anxiety melt away. After our short performance was done we sat in the livingroom and talked for an hour. Miguel's phone rang loudly in his pocket and interruptedthe conversation. He fished it out and answered it. After the call was through, he told us that he had to leave. I offered to walk him home and he agreed. We walked hand in hand under the weeping willow trees that hung overhead and swayed gently in the light breeze. I wanted this night to go on, but it was a school night after all. I walked Miguel to his door. "I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow." He stated as he reached for the door knob. "Before you go, I want you to know that tonight was amazing. I really like you a lot, Miguel." I stated. He kissed me on the cheek and replied, "I feel the same way too. Good night, Alvin." The door slowly opened and he walked inside. I smiled as I stuck my hands into my pants pockets and walked home. It felt as if each second I spent with Miguel made me want to be with him more and more. There wasn't a single thing about him that wasn't perfect in my eyes. Everything from his shy smile to the way his eyes light up when he talks about music and everything in between. I think it was easy to tell that I was developing feelings for Miguel at a rapid rate. I walked through the door and sat on the couch and smiled as the memory of Miguel's lips pressed against mine filled my head. For a moment, I could almost feel the warmth of them. "You like him a lot, don't you Alvin?" Dave asked as he went to the kitchen and grabbed three cans of root beer and sat across from me in his chair. I opened the can and took a drink then tried to explain my feelings the best I could. "I've never felt like this around anybody before. He's the nicest guy I've ever met, his smile lights up the room and the way he treats me makes me feel like I'm worth something. He's everything Joshua never could be and I just feel so alive when I'm with him. It's like he can make even the most boring things like school a thousand times better." "I'm glad that you're happy, Alvin. I don't think you've been in this good of a mood in a long time." Dave said as he leaned back in his chair. "I think it's pretty clear that he likes you too. It takes a lot to love an egomaniac like you." Simon chimed in with a smile on his face. "Hes gotta have the patience of a saint to put up with an airhead like you, Simon." I replied. We laughed then finished our drinks. Dave wanted us to head to bed and reluctantly, Simon and I complied and departed for the evening. I was almost too excited to think about sleep, but I knew the coming day was a school day. "I really do hope this works out for you. You deserve to be happy." My brother stated as he pulled off his shirt, exposing his smooth chest. I pulled my shirt off, kicked my shoes off then unbuttoned my pants and slid them down my legs as I responded, "It seems like most of the guys in Houston just want a quick fuck and suck, but this feels different. It feels like something that I really don't know how to properly put into words." Simon hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and boxers and slid them down his leg in one swipe. He hugged me and reinforced what he said earlier, "I really am happy for you. You've been in a much better mood and haven't tried to argue with me once since we met Miguel." I hugged him back as his unhard member pressed against my still covered thigh. I replied, "Let's get to bed, weirdo." Simon and I crawled into our respective beds as slumber fell over us. Once more, the siren song of the alarm clock jarred me awake. I was beginning to attest that accursed object. Each time my dreams brought me so close to the feeling of elation it ended just as soon as it started leaving me frustrated with the lack of closure. I wished so badly for the dream to finish just once before the damn alarm clock screamed like a banshee. I took a quick shower and prepared for school. Simon and I awaited Miguel's arrival, but it never came. I checked my phone and found two unread text messages. One was from Miguel and the other was from Andrew. I would be lying if I didn't admit that I had been so occupied with getting to know Miguel that I had all but forgotten about him. I was happy to hear from him again. It was a welcomed surprise. I replied to Miguel then to Andrew. Andrew and I agreed to meet up at his house after school. I wanted to invite Miguel to join me, but I knew that would be rude. Each second that ticked by before the final bell rang felt as if an eternity had passed with each tick of the second hand. When the hands aligned at 3:30 PM, I made a mad dash for the door. My shoes squeaked over the glossy tile floor as they broke traction only to regain it with my next step. I ran straight to Andrew's house and walked through the door. After a certain point, he and I quit knocking when we went to one another's house. He was upstairs in his room changing out of his school uniform. That was one thing I didn't miss about my old school. The blue plaid jacket, green shirt and maroon colored pants always made my eyes want to bleed. "Long time no see. Where the hell have you been?" Andrew asked eagerly. "Getting used to this new school. It's a lot different than Sam Austin. We don't have uniforms, the food is great, there's only four classes per day and I probably shouldn't say just yet, but I met somebody that I like a lot." I replied. "Tell me about it." He said as he pulled a loose fitting black shirt on. "I don't know where to start. Those eyes are so dark and beautiful. There's a subtle curve to the hips, dark brown hair and the softest lips I've ever kissed. They always taste like watermelon candy too." I answered. He continued, "What about her tits? Are they big, small or in between? I answered nervously, "He doesn't have any." The room feel so silent you could hear a needle being dropped on a carpeted floor a mile away. Neither of us said a word for almost a full minute. I finally spoke up, "This doesn't bother you, does it?" To the best of my memory, Andrew hadn't known about me being gay. He scooted to the further side of his bed and refused to look at me. I searched his expressionless face for an answer, but found nothing. "I...I think you should go." He said as he stood and opened his bedroom door. Reluctantly, I stood and walked away with my head hung low. Confusion filled my head as I walked home. Had he never clued on before now? I thought for sure that he would have gotten the not so subtle hint when he never seen me with a girlfriend and I was spending so much time with Joshua. On the way home I tried to call him, but it went to voicemail each time. I pleaded to his voicemail in hopes that he would hear it, "Please call me back. You're my best friend and I don't want to lose you. Please, call me back." A tear slid down my cheek and hit the pavement as I pressed the end call button and slid my phone back into my front pocket after several failed calls. Slowly, I made my way home and went to my room. I laid on my bed facing the cealing as I tried to contemplate what just happened. Out of all the people I've met over the years I never thought that Andrew could be like this. He was the one person that I thought wouldn't ever forsake me. His once kind demeanor now seemed to be a thin veneer. I'm not sure if I was more hurt by the situation or mad at him. He and I had been like brothers for so long that I didn't think anything could change our situation so easily. My eyes began to sting and I felt light headed. I closed my eyes for a moment and tried my best to block out what had happened. Before long, I fell into a restless and dreamless slumber. When I awakened, the morning sun penetrated through the small window in my bedroom. I was still in my clothes from the day before and wondered why until remembrance struck me like a car hitting a brick wall at a hundred miles per hour. The knob to the bedroom door slowly opened and Miguel stepped in. I felt slightly better now that he and I were together, but I couldn't shake the feeling that Andrew had stirred up within me. His lips pursed when he seen me in the clothes I had on the day before and his brown eyes made contact with my bloodshot ones. I wanted so badly to be able to snap my fingers and make things better, but I had a growing feeling that yesterday would most likely be the last time that I would hear from Andrew. I averted my gaze as Miguel took a step towards me. He sat on my bed and pulled my unwashed hair back and stated softly, "Is everything alright?" I tried my best to hide my feelings, but failed as the memory of Andrew's actions flooded my mind. Even though I shook my head yes, my face clearly told a different story. "Whatevers wrong, you can tell me. I'm never going to judge you for anything. I just hate seeing you like this." Miguel stated with concern in his voice. I looked at him with a look of disgust, but not directed towards him. It was directed towards myself. I've never really been one to conform to the world, but at the rare times like this all I wanted to do was make myself into what they want. "Alvin, please...you mean the world to me. I've never met anybody as caring, funny and sensitive as you. At least sit up and say hi to me, please." He pleaded. I sat up in my bed and in an instant, his arms were wrapped tightly around me. I rested my head on his shoulder as I tried my best to compose myself. My body trembled slightly with each inhale and exhale. He rubbed his hand up and down my back in an attempt to comfort me. "How about this..." Miguel began, "You're obviously not in the right mindset to go to school. Why don't we get on the phone and call in sick? I dont want to leave you alone for a single second today." I inquired, "But won't you get in trouble?" Miguel shrugged it off and continued, "So what if I stay at home on a Saturday and have to say a few extra Hail Marries? It's worth it to make sure you're alright." I softly whispered okay and received a kiss on the forehead. I smiled as I leaned upwards and gave Miguel a kiss on the lips. They were every bit as soft and warm as I remembered. I called Dave and told him that I wasn't feeling well. He agreed to let me stay home. Even though Simon was opposed to the whole ordeal, he went along with it and bit his tongue. I thanked him profusely before he left for school. After Simon left, Miguel called his mother and informed her that he had started throwing up on the way to school and would be resting at my house. He laid his phone on my nightstand and wrapped his arm around my shoulder as he pleaded for the last time, "Please, Alvin, tell me what's wrong. I only want to help." I finally answered with a trembling voice and quivering lip, "I think my 'best friend' hates me now. I was talking with him yesterday and he kicked me out after not even twenty minutes. I kinda dropped the ball and told him that I'm gay and there's a guy I know that I really like. Hes so much more kind and understanding than just about anybody I've ever met. I wanted to tell him who it is, but I'm afraid that it would make things worse." "No matter what, you'll always have me. You're stuck with me now." Miguel said with a soft smile on his face. I responded as a smile broke my look of sadness, "It's more like you're stuck with me. I couldn't think of better people to have in my life than you, Dave and Simon. The three of you have been so loving and accepting of me and I dont know how I could ever repay the kindness each of you has shown me." Miguel inched closer to me and replied, "You dont have to do anything to repay me. You're perfect just the way you are. I'm sorry, but if Andrew can't accept what makes you happy then why deal with him? It's so narrow minded to hate somebody just because of their sexuality." I took a deep breath and replied in an airy tone, "You're right, Miguel. It just hurts because he's been my closest friend for so long that It's almost like losing a brother." "I know that we've not known each other for very long, but I consider myself to be extremely lucky to have ran into you in the hall. I have an idea that might cheer you up." Miguel chirped happily. "W-what's that?" I asked. "I say we wait until school let's out and we go to the carnival. If that doesn't help then I'll do whatever you want until you feel better." He answered. To be honest, I just wanted to sleep the sadness away. I tried my best to ignore the gnawing feeling, but it refused to subside. After a moment of tedious contemplation, I finally agreed. I wrapped my arms tightly around Miguel and hoped that all of this wasn't some sort of vivid dream. After a good ten minutes of us holding one another in silence, he and I went downstairs to get something to eat. He made us French toast and freshly squeezed orange juice with grapefruit slices on the side. After breakfast, he and I cleaned the dishes and put them away before we went into the bedroom. Miguel and I lay on my bed and held one another as close as possible. The warmth from his body was oddly arousing. Slowly, our faces inched forward until our lips cascaded together. I whimpered in pleasure as the kiss intensified. I instinctively arched my hips toward and my now hard member grazed against Miguel's clothed crotch area. "Feels like somebody's hard." Miguel stated as he pulled away from the kiss. I admitted, "I really like you and I want to be more than friends. Everything about you drives me crazy in the best way possible and I love it. Every time I think about you I get a shiver that runs up my spine and I can't help but get a boner." Miguel smiled and replied, "Don't worry about having a boner. I have one right now too." He and I resumed our kiss and slid our hands down one another's back. Once I reached it, I nervously squeezed Miguel's firm, round butt. He followed my lead and smiled into the kiss. By this point, I had just about forgotten about Andrew. Miguel used his free hand to rub the obvious bulge in the front of my pants. Even through the thick fabric of my underwear and the pants I was wearing, I could feel each crease in his fingers and the palm of his hand. It was like a satisfying electrical spark running through my body at the slightest of his movements. Needless to say, I was putty in his soft, warm hands. With a shaky hand, I copied his actions then unbuttoned his pants. His orange boxers had a faint outline of the head of his dick where he had been leaking precum. Miguel moaned then broke the kiss and began to gently nibble on my neck. The mixture of pain and pleasure made me moan in delight. He pulled away for a moment and asked, "How far do you want to go?" I opened my eyes and gazed deeply into his sparkling eyes. There was a deep passion within them. It was a look that I hadn't ever seen before, but suddenly longed for. I had to force my brain to form a coherent sentence. I managed to choke out a few words and answer, "As far as you want, but just be gentle. The most I've ever done is getting jacked off by Simon." "I promise that I'll be gentle. I want your first time to be special." Miguel stated. As soon as he got a nod of approval from me, he removed my shirt and began trailing kisses downward until he reached the button my pants. He looked back up at me to approve his actions. I gulped and nodded again. By this time, my heart was racing and my body was hypersensitive to touch. He slid my pants down my legs and left me in my underwear for a moment. He finally pulled my tight boxers down and slid them off before throwing them on the floor. A smile spread across his lips as he stated, "You truly are beautiful, Alvin." He firmly gripped my member with his right hand and began to slowly stroke it. The feeling was far more pleasurable than when Simon had done this for me. I closed my eyes and spread my legs as Miguel took the lead. No sooner than I closed my eyes, my rock hard four-and-a-quarter inch member was engulfed by something wet and warm. I opened my eyes to see it was in Miguel's mouth. He bobbed his head up and down slowly and held the base with two fingers then began to rub at my entrance with his middle finger. He pulled my member out of his mouth for a moment then spat on the middle finger on his left hand. Light pressure was put on my entrance again and it slid in until he reached his knuckle. I moaned as he slowly slid it in and out then took my left nut into his mouth and sucked on it for a moment before moving to the right one. My body shook as he continued. Before I had time to get acustomed to the sensations, he took every inch I had at my disposal into his mouth again. I closed my eyes and let him take over. The feeling of his warm and moist tongue gliding around and encircling the head of my dick was nearly undesirable. I've had some powerful orgasms in the past, but nothing had compared to this. I felt the pressure building inside of me and instinctively thrusted upwards. He took it as deep as he could until his nose was at my naturally hairless pubic mound. Before I could give him any kind of warning, I fired shot after shot of semi-sweet clear cum into his mouth. He let my quickly softening member slide out of his mouth and land back in its rightful place. He held me close as I came down from my most amazing orgasm yet. I painted for air for a few minutes until my heartrate eventually slowed to it's normal pace. "Did I do any good?" Miguel asked as he rested his head on my chest. I replied, "That was amazing. I've never felt anything like that before. It was more amazing than I ever could have imagined." He wiped at his chin and stated, "I'm glad you liked it. I hope you're in a little better spirits now." I replied, "Any time I'm around you I feel better. I find it damn near impossible to be in a bad mood when you're around." Leaning forward, I kissed him on the lips. I could taste my seed on his lips. My hand made it's way to his orange boxers then slowly slid them down. He arched his hips upwards so I could slide the clothing covering the bottom half of his body off easier. To my surprise, he was evenly tanned all over. It made me wonder how much time he spends naked. I removed his shirt then began to trail kisses down his chest until I finally reached his rock hard member. I firmly grasped it and began to stroke his almost six inch circumcised dick. I used my thumb to smear his precum around the light brown head. He moaned in approval. Even though he didn't say a word, I knew what he wanted. Without a second thought, I opened my mouth and let it slide in. At first, I could only take a few inches, but I gradually relaxed and began to glide it in and out of my mouth slowly as I held his balls that had began to sprout a few patches of hair in my right hand. I copied the actions he performed on me and pulled out then licked from the base all the way to the head that glistened with my spit. His precum tasted just as sweet as the watermelon candy he liked so well. I resumed my previous endeavor and before long, he was thrusting his hips upwards and moaning my name. I slowed down to make sure he recieved as much pleasure as possible. Without warning, he shot seven wads of his warm juices into my mouth and held my head in place as he road out his orgasm. I pulled back and swallowed his somewhat salty cum then kissed the now soft head of his dick. We held each other as close as possible. Our soft boy parts were pressed firmly together and still slick from the blow job we had just recieved. He and I laid in bed for about an hour until our stomachs growled in unison. We headed to the kitchen and I made us some breakfast burritos with my homemade salsa. The rest of the day was spent being lazy and cuddling until it was almost time for school to release the students for the day. Miguel had to leave to be able to make it home in time for dinner so his parents wouldn't be too mad at him. I hugged him tightly then kissed him before he redressed himself and walked out the door towards his house. He passed by Simon as he walked through the door and waved goodbye to me with a smile. Miguel texted me and let me know that he would be back later. I couldn't wait for him to get back. I sighed knowing that he would return. Simon gazed at me in my naked state and stated, "Looks like you and Miguel had some fun together." I grinned wickedly and replied, "You have no idea. The things he can do are so amazing. I've never felt anything so awesome before." "Do tell," He said as he guided me to the couch and sat down next to me. I elaborated and the bulge in Simon's pants grew more noticable. I giggled and went into as much detail as possible. It was near torture for him to hear about such things he had yet to expirence. "I'd love to know what that feels like. It sounds so amazing. I agreed and lead him to our room. Once inside, I shut the door and he quickly undressed. He laid on his bed and spread his legs and nervously stated, "Im ready." I nodded as I took his slightly smaller dick into my mouth. He moaned as I swirled my tongue around his sensitive glans. His balls began to contract in my hands until he finally shot his load into my mouth and pulled out. A few drops of his cum slid down my chin. I wiped them away with his blanket and swallowed the rest then went to brush my teeth. "That 'was' amazing. How many times have you done that before?" Simon inquired. I answered, "This is just my second time." "Well, you're a natural at it." He stated. A knock on the door disrupted our conversation. Simon answered and I heard him say, "Yeah, he's just brushing his teeth." Andrew walked intothe bathroom and stated, "I thought it would be best to tell you this in person." I turned to face him as I continued to brush my teeth. I turned to face him with an unamused grin. He tried his best to avoid my gaze. "Alvin, look...that's a lot to take in. We've known each other as far back as I can remember. I dont want to lose you just because you don't like girls. I'm sure if you wanted to be more than friends wirh me then you would have told me long before now and made a move. If it makes you happy then I have no place to tell you otherwise." He stated. I spat the excess toothpaste out and replied, "What you did really hurt me. I want us to be friends, but that can't happen if you pull a stunt like that again." He responded, "I know, it's just hard to believe that my best friend is a cock sucking fag." I clenched my fist and demanded to know, "Where is all of this hate coming from? I nevert hought that you had this kind of negativity within you." He chided rudely, "And I never knew that you liked cocks inside of you." I rubbed my temples and replied, "You need to stop running your mouth and leave now." He folded his arms and responded, "No, I'm not gonna go anywhere until you admit this is all a joke. You can't be gay bec..." Before he could continue, I punched him with every bit of force that I could summon. His jaw popped and he fell backwards. Andrew finally understood that what I had been trying to say wasn't a joke and got up. He ran out of the door as quickly as he could. He never has been a good fighter, but hes always been great at running his mouth. My body shook and my blood boiled. How could he call me his friend then degrade me as if I'm a lower lifeform? At this point, I dont think that I could consider him to be a friend any longer. I walked back to my room and slammed the door shut. I fell to my knees as sadness struck me. The only thought that made the tears slightly subside was the thought of Miguel. As I collapsed into a mess of emotions sprawled on the floor, a warm hand rested upon my right shoulder. I looked up to see the only person other than Simon that I could call a friend at this point. My body shook as he scooped me into his arms and carried me to my bed. "What's wrong?" Miguel asked as he tried his best to remain calm. I had to catch my breath before I cocould speak. Each inhale hurt my lungs and felt as if I was being crushed. I finally managed to answer his question. "T-that was Andrew." Before I could say anything else, my strength left my body and my head fell on my pillow. I wanted to say anything to elaborate, but all that came out when I tried to speak was a high pitched squeak sound. "Its alright, I'm here for you. I meant it when I said that you're stuck with me. Nothing could change my mind about that." Miguel stated. I looked at him with bloodshot eyes and swallowed my emotions long enough to say, "Thank you, Miguel. I'm sorry that you have to see me like this all the time." He rubbed his hand up and down my back and stated, "Life is never going to be easy. We can either let it knock us down or get back up and keep fighting. Either way, I'll always be here for you." "A-and I'll always be here for you." I replied as a smile broke the corners of my lips. Miguel stated, "I want you to come with me for a little while. I think you need some fresh air to help clear your mind." I got dressed in a pair of shorts and a loose fitting red tshirt. Miguel wrapped his arm arn around my shoulder and I held on to him as if he was about to slip into thin air. "I'm going to take you to a place where I go to think when I'm feeling like you are. It always clears my head." He stated as we walked to a park that was about a quarter of a mile from my house. We sat on a bench by a small pond. The sound of crickets chirping filled the air. I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed heavily. My body trembled as I continued to think about Andrew. "Alvin," Miguen began in a soft tone, "I hate seeing you like this. I wish I could take away what you're feeling right now. You don't deserve this." I tried my best to remain composed. The more I thought about it, the more I realized he's right. If he can't accept me for who I am then there's no point in having him around. It's not as if my sexuality is the only thing that defines me. I'm sure that if I hadn't told him that I'm gay then he and I would probably be playing video games at the moment. "I just don't know where it all went wrong. I'm sure that if he would have seen how happy you make me then he wouldn't be so quick to judge." I stated as I hugged Miguel tightly. "Maybe it's the universe's way of showing you who's truly important in your life." Miguel stated in an attempt to rationalize the situation. One thing was certain, I considered myself lucky to have such a great friend like Miguel along with a brother and father figure that love me unconditionally. I told Miguel all that happened in greater detail as the night air grew slightly colder. "Let's get you home, amigo." He said as he helped me to my feet. We walked in silence until we reached my house. Miguel hugged me tightly and kissed me on the cheek then smiled as he reassured me that everything would be alright. The next day was uneventful at school. I had moments where I thought about Andrew, but blocked the thoughts of him out for the most part. Each class was a blur. I barely remember going from one class to another. The one thing I do remember is walking home and getting ready for my date with Miguel. We planned on going to the circus by Thompson Garden. Most people my age would say that it's for small children, but there's always something fun to do regardless of your age. I showered and dressed myself in a dark red polo shirt, a pair of yellow boxers, black skinny jeans and a pair of red hightops. I took one last look in the mirror before I made my way out the door and strode somewhat nervously to pick up Miguel. I knocked on the door and was ushered in by his father. "You boys better not get into too much trouble." He demanded. "Don't worry about us, we'll be fine. We'll be back before Sunday of next week." Miguel replied as he stepped out of his room. My heart skipped a beat when I seen him in a red jacket, white tshirt and faded blue jeans. He said goodbye to his father and we walked to the six acer pilot of land where the circus was held. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him the whole way there. How somebody as beautiful as him could be interested in me is an oddity I couldnt wrap my head around. We rode a few rides and played some games. Miguel proved himself to be exceptional at the ball toss. In the first try he won a stuffed chipmunk doll that he gave to me. I couldnt have asked for things to go better if I tried. The night began to slowly wind down as one booth after another shut down for the night. There was one last ride I wanted to go on before we had to leave. I grabbed Miguel's hand and lead him to the Ferris wheel. By this time it was almost completely vacant. I managed to talk the control operator into letting us have one ride before they shut down for the night. Once we reached the top, Miguel and I gazed at the shimmering lights of the city. They seemed almost close enough to reach out and grab. It was a sight that I could spend hours looking at. "I've never seen the city like this before." Miguel stated as the Ferris wheel came to a stop at as our car reached the top and the breaks were applied. "Seeing ththe city like this always makes me think that my issues are so small in the grand scheme of things. There's an entire world out there that's just waiting to be explored and I'm here with the one person I'd love to explore it with." I stated. Miguel leaned his head on my shoulder and the ride began to move again. Once we reached the bottom, we got off and began walking back to my house. Simon was at a friend's house studying and Dave was at home cooking our meals for the coming days. He and I said hello to Dave as we made our way to my room. Miguel and I laid on my bed and talked. He laced his fingers between mine. I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. Before long, he and I were sound asleep. He held me in his tight embrace until the light of the new day shone into the room. My eyes gradually became accustomed to the light. Miguel was still sound asleep and breathing lighrly. After the night he and I had together, I had all but forgotten about Andrew. The prospect of a new day with Miguel overruled Andrew's negativity towards me for nothing more than whom I'm attracted to. "Good morning, Alvin." Miguel said as he began to awaken. He and I stretched and rubbed our eyes before we got out of bed. I smiled as he and I made our way into the kitchen. There was a note on the fridge that explained Miguel's parents would be picking him up after lunch. I want ready for our date to end. "Morning, boys." Dave said as he began to make a pot of coffee. "Morning, Dave." Miguel said I replied in unison. "Did you see the note?" He asked as he watched the coffee trickle through the filter and into the clear glass container. "Yeah," I replied unenthusiasticly. "Miguel, you're welcome here any time you like. You've been a good friend to my sons and we'd love to have you here anytime. I dont think he's broken one thing or gotten into trouble once since he met you." Dave stated as the final drops fell into the pot and he poured three cups and began to drink his. I offered Miguel a cup, but he declined. Dave and I split the contents of the cup and gradually became more lucid. "Where's Simon at?" I asked. Dave answered, "He's over at Dean's house helping him with his algebra homework." After Dave finished his coffee he left. Most likely the record label he works for was wanting him to work late and finish mixing the album he's been working on for the past month. Miguel and I said goodbye to Dave and resumed our meal. He gave me a wicked smile as his hand made it's way up my thigh and rested lightly above my covered crotch. He gently rubbed the area until it began to twitch. I attempted to return the favor, but he protested, "Just relax, Alvin. I want to do this for you." I nodded and he slowly unzipped my pants then pulled them down. The morning air was cooler than I anticipated. My stuff member twitched as his warm hand was wrapped firmly around it. He leaned forward and pressed his lips firmly against mine. I moaned in pleasure as his hand alternated between a fast rhythm and a slow one. Every now and again, he would rub my still hairless balls and give them a gentle squeeze then smear the sticky precum around the head using his thumb. I gasped as he parted his lips firther and his tongue moved over mine. Our tongues met and danced gracefully together. My cheeks flushed bright red and my body trembled until I erupted with three small blobs of sticky goo onto his hand. He kept gently squeezing and stroking until I pulled his hand away. My still hard member twitched as he released it from his grasp. "You look so cute right now." Miguel stated as a smile spread across his face. I responded, "Not as cute as you do. I'm so glad that I ran into you the first day of school." "Me too." He replied. I slid my hand under the table and giggled as I unzipped his pants and removed his rock hard dick from his tight underwear. I stroked it for a moment before I got up and slid under the table. Within a second, his pants and underwear were around his ankles. His stiff boyhood was mere inches away from my mouth. I kissed the head that was now covered with a generous amount of semi-sweet precum. The silky smooth head glided past my lips and was gently caressed by my tongue. He moaned as each inch at his disposal disappeared into my mouth and emerged with a thin layer of my saliva coating it. I repeated this process for a few minutes until his breathing became more labored than normal. I knew he wasabout to erupt and I wanted to make it last as long as possible. He began to gently thrust in and out of my mouth as I continued to suck until he grunted and erupted violently into my mouth. His bitter sweet load coated my mouth and I began to swallow as much as I could. The more I sucked him off the more I liked every moment of not just the sexual activities, but every moment he and I shared together. It was something special that I wanted to do for him. Even though he and I hadn't known each other long, I wanted to make him happy any way that I could. Seeing him smile always made me feel some kind of pride that I can't explain. I'm not even sure if the words that describe the elation exist within any human dialect or tongue. The closest that I could come up with was pure joy. I got off the floor and lead Miguel back to the bedroom. I stripped out of my clothes and laid atop my bed and instructed Miguel to do the same. He complied and laid next to me. The head of his still stiff member rubbed against my thigh. I began to gently massage it and rub the head of his dick against mine. Mine slowly sprang back to life as the sensitive parts made brief contact then parted. When neither of us could stand it any longer, I pressed mine firmly against his and stroked both of our circumcised dicks with my right hand. I loved the feeling of the few hairs he had on his balls as they rubbed against my smooth ones. "Oh Alvin, I'm gonna..." He began. I interjected, "Me too." No sooner than we got the words out, he and I blew our loads in unison. It was interesting to feel his softening member twitch and coat the head of mine in his thick white cum. He laid his head on my chest as we came down from our orgasmic ecstacy. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his forehead. Once he and I caught our breath, I suggested that we go and take a shower. He agreed and followed me to the bathroom that was about ten feet away from the bedroom. Once the water warmed up, we stepped under its gentle flow. I watched as each drop of water flowed down Miguel's evenly tanned body and down the drain. I handed him a bottle of body wash and he lathered his body then rinsed it off to reveal his mostly smooth skin. I did the same and finally built up my courage to ask him something that had been on my mind since the night before. "Miguel..." I said softly. "Yeah, Alvin?" He replied. Taking a deep breath, I continued, "Where is this going? Are we just going to be fuck buddies, or do you want something more than that?" He answered, "I really like you a lot. I've never met anybody who makes me feel the way that you do. I'd be proud to be your boyfriend, but I understand if it's a little too soon." I continued, "I feel the same way about you." With the question being answered to the best of our abality, he and I dried off and went to my room. I was awakened by Simon pouring a glass of ice water on my head. I was in shock for a moment until I realized what just happened. Once the shock wore off, I pounced on Simon and held his arm behind his back. He grunted as I tightened my grip. "Will you ever learn? Even with that big brain of yours you still can't think of a way to beat me." I proclaimed. Simon retorted, "You forgot one thing, Alvin." I inquired, "Oh yeah, what's that?" "I know how to keep my clothes on." He answered as he stuck one finger between my butt cheeks and the tip of his finger nearly slid inside me. His action was enough to make me gasp in shock. I had always wondered what that might feel like, but wanted to wait until I met the right guy. Simon rolled me onto my back and pinned me down. The thud of my body slamming against the wooden floor woke Miguel from his peaceful slumber. He slowly became more lucid until he realized what was happening. Once he got his bearings, Miguel grabbed Simon off me and threw him on his bed. "Nobody hurts my boyfriend." Miguel stated jokingly. "Wait...what?" Simon and I inquired in unison. "I thought it was pretty clear that I like Alvin a lot. I guess that I'll have to do this to prove it." He said as he pulled me close to him and kissed me. I blushed as his soft lips made contact with mine. I wrapped my arms around him and closed my eyes. He slowly pulled away and asked, "Does that make it clear?" "Crystal clear." Simon replied. I stated jokingly, "It was clear as mud to me. Maybe you should demonstrate further." "Alvin, has anybody ever told you that you're full of shit?" Miguel said. "I know I am, but you still like me." I replied. "And what makes you think that?" Miguel asked as his face gradually moved closer to mine. "Get a room you perverts!" Simon exclaimed as he threw a pillow at us. Miguel and I blushed about lips hovered less than inch away from each others. Somehow, this felt all too perfect. Knowing my luck, this feeling couldn't last forever.