Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2001 18:25:13 EDT
From: SammySagitarius@aol.com
Subject: OF MY OWN: Brandon

Note: These are just feelings. I will get to a fantasy of mine in later 
additions.

   I was a shy kid, and he was confused by what he was feeling. Secretly, 
through the internet, I knew what I was. I liked boys my own age and a little 
younger. So if you were under 16, and cute, I might just like you. That is, 
if I'm not busy watching someone of my own. Brandon was "my own." I had 
developed an awkward feeling for Brandon throughout middle school.
   Both of us in the "gifted" classes, we had at least one class together 
each year. Brandon hadn't grown for the past 3 years, I was sure. Brandon had 
been 5'1" for as long as he'd known him. He was a small kid, but athletic.
   He was on the basketball team, which is why I asked the basketball coach, 
who was also my teacher, if I could work the concession stand. He agreed, and 
I started coming to every home game and working, just to catch a glimpse of 
Brandon in his uniforn, which I found hot. I often stared hoping to see his 
armpit during a throw. I wanted to know if his short height was due to his 
stage in puberty. Was there hair under his arms? I also liked to see him 
running. The low side-cut uniforms often swung back and forth, allowing me to 
see a nipple. Not to mention the rare times when his crotch was outlined in 
the wind-blown, silky material of his b-ball shorts.
   I cannot possibly explain to you the feeling hje gave me just passing him 
in the hallway. Don't get me wrong, we were not friends. We were in 2 totally 
different crowds. Not that he was mean at all to me, but his friends were. 
Maybe he felt something for me? Or sensed what I felt for him. I'm sure it 
had to be obvious.
   I remember an occasion in the local Wal-Mart when I saw him in the aisle I 
was passing. I stopped after I had passed the aisle, I guess due to shock or 
delayed reactions. Something made me turn back and and face the aisle. I 
could see his parents, who weren't nearly as thin as I'd imagined them. His 
little brother, who everyone but me thought looked just like Brandon, was 
there. I could see a resemblance between Cameron and Brandon, but nothing 
near the way people described them as twins. I said, after a short pause, 
"Hey, Brandon..." His family looked, but he didn't. He completely ignored me. 
I had to try again. A little louder, I said, "Hey, Brandon?"
   "Brandon," his mother said still watching me strangely. He turned.
   "Oh, Hi..." he said, cutely to me, surprisedly to everyone else there.
   "How have, have you been?" I was shaking, in my mind. I remember trying 
not to show it. This was during summer break, so I hadn't been able to see 
him for at leats 2 months. I was shaking in utter delight and, of course, 
nervousnous.
   "I'm fine. I got my report card and I'm going to the 8th grade."
   His father and brother chuckled in the exact same way. I'm sure it was 
cute, but I was absorbed in brandon's face and chest. Why couldn't he have 
worn a tighter shirt that way. No matter, thanks to the basketball games, I 
already know what his nipples look like. His mom still stared at me as though 
I were a virus.
   "Yeh, me too. My dad has already walked off, so I better go catch up with 
him. I'll see you around."
   "Okay." he said with a questioning tone lingering.
   I waved and walked off just as his mother tilted her head slightly. What 
was her deal with me? Did she recognize me? I look alot like my dad, does she 
know him? I never got it.
   I still see him every once in a while. High school put an end to us being 
in the same classes. Now I just wait for the good feelings of passing him in 
the halls. I'm about to go into my Sophomore year and the last time I saw 
him, he couldn't have been over 5'5". Still short, but I like him that way.
~~~---~~~---~~~
I hope you liked this. It's for those who weren't looking for anything 
graphic, but real. Most of the stories of 10 year olds sleeping with their 15 
year old brother's friends, you know, I just can't believe it. Maybe it's my 
area, but those things just never happened to me. I do still like reading 
them, though. The next description will be of Ryan, then of Matt. The part 
that bothers me, is I seem to like people who don't have e-mail. Otherwise 
I'd be writing them all day. Of course I couldn't say what I want, because 
I'm sure they're all straight, except maybe Matt.