Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2004 02:33:52 +0530
From: Kam <kamguy@alexandria.cc>
Subject: The Boy 3

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Well, thanks everyone who mailed me after my first 2 chapters that is, just
8 people (yet) So this is the 3rd chapter dedicated to all those who mailed
me (and those who didn't mail me but still think this story is good) Thanks
again.

Chapter 3

I walked home with the coffee, still thinking about what Marc just said, *
I just like those guys* what did he mean? A guy who "liked" naked paintings
of men, is he gay? I handed my Mom the coffee and went upstairs still
thinking. He can't be gay, can he? I mean they're just paintings, so he
likes the male form in paintings, I can't accuse him of being gay just for
that. What am I thinking? Even if he was gay, why would he even like me, I
thought as I stared myself in the mirror. I stared at the image of a
15-year-old average boy; black hair, brown eyes, disproportioned body and a
face that made him look like a geek with his glasses on. I took off my
glasses making hardly any improvement. I screwed my face a couple of times,
sighed, and then laid on my bed staring at the ceiling. I don't know when
it happened but I soon fell asleep and woke up with a massive hard-on, well
for a 15-year-old. I tried to remember what I dreamt about, and all of it
came back. I've never had a crush before on any one except a few actors,
which never even lasted long for more than a week. I had to take care of my
problem, but how?

For the next few hours I tried to distract myself from thinking about him,
"Its just a crush. It'll go away once you really get to know him.
It's-just-a-crush" I told myself as I drowned myself in some books and did
some reading. "School's going to start in a few days and you'll be over the
crush once you make some real friends', I almost laughed as I said the last
word - friends. Like that was ever going to happen, me getting "friends". I
logged onto the net and surfed some web sites, refraining the temptation of
visiting porn; I didn't need anything that would get me aroused. I killed
time talking to people who I met in chat rooms. Somehow, the conversation
always led to crushes and I found myself thinking about Marc. I logged out
and kept clicking at things on my screen, all the while thinking of him,
when suddenly everything went blank. I checked to see if the power was
still on, and it was. I restarted the computer couple of times and nothing
happened it was still...dead. I told my mom and she said she would find
someone to take care of it. I went back to my room and started sketching
some human figures. I think I almost fell asleep when I heard a knock at my
door.

"Come in Mom, Did you find anyone to fix the computer?"

"I know I'm short but do I really look like your Mom?"

I turned around and saw Marc standing at the door, with that cute grin on
his face. He was dressed in a dark blue uniform suit thing that said
"Carson Computers" on the front. Men in uniform, there's something about
them that takes my breath away.

"I got a call from my office. They said that my neighbor had some PC
problems, is that right?"

"Oh yeah, I think I did something wrong. I didn't exactly see what I
clicked on when it...uh broke down"

"Don't worry, I think I might be able to fix it. So you ready for school
yet?" I had to admit this guy knew how to start conversations, well, I
think I'd answer too if he wasn't wearing that butt hugging suit.

"Yeah, just a couple of days more. Then I'd be at school listening to
teachers drone and students tease"

"Tease? Well, they'll only do it if you let them. I used to get teased a
lot, even sweared at, that is, till I gave that one boy a powerful
kick...down there" I let out a small giggle as he said that. I was beginning
to really "like" him, and there wasn't anything I could do about it. I mean
cute, funny, a good conversationalist and cute a couple more times, how
could anyone resist, especially with that hot behind of his. I looked up at
his face he had a puzzled look on his face and was waiting for an answer.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. What did you say?"

"I said I think this might take some time to fix, if you want you can use
my computer to check your mail and stuff, come over any time I'm always
home, well, except the times I'm not"

"Umm, ok, thanks, I think I will"

I opened the door for him as he carried the CPU out the door, taking one
last look at those globes. It was a good thing the cable had been connected
because I knew I'd be spending a lot of time in front of the tube. I pretty
much didn't think about Marc for the rest of the day, probably because I
was being brainwashed by soaps I didn't even like or understand for that
matter, though I did come to an interesting conclusion, soap actors always
have to be great looking and must stare at the camera with an awkward look
whenever another character exits. The next morning during breakfast I asked
my mom if I could go over to Marc's, she agreed and after some morning
cartoons I headed next door.

I wasn't exactly sure if he was even awake I thought as I rang the
doorbell. He answered his door in his underwear, white briefs to be exact.
He welcomed me in as he said he didn't expect me so early. I thanked myself
for making the decision of coming over early as I caught myself staring at
his hot body a little more than once, and looking away whenever he'd catch
me looking him over. Every time he'd catch me staring at his crotch he'd
look away giving me a shy grin. He led me into his bedroom where his PC was
and said he was going to shower and will be back soon. I stared at him
wiggle little his behind out of the room as the computer booted. As the
computer started the computer automatically connected to the net and pulled
up the ISP homepage. I logged onto yahoo and started reading through the
mail and spam that told me how to increase my penis size by 3-4 inches just
when Marc walked in, "You get them too huh? I hope you're not considering
their offer, I wouldn't"

"Yeah well, with the weapon you have you don't need to" Did I just say what
I think I said. He laughed at my last comment, thus releiving me of my
embarrassment. I turned half around and looked at him in his towel, his
black hair still dripping wet, his body still shining with whatever
moisture there was left on his body after he toweled most of it off. He was
looking over his clothes in his cupboard. I quickly looked back at the
screen before he looked at me, I didn't want him to think I had something
on my mind, besides I didn't want to get caught too many times, to make him
think I'm some sort of a pervert. I read through all my mails and was about
to sign out when some window popped up and the computer hanged.

Marc had just finished dressing and he came over I showed him the problem.
He said it happens a lot, I was about to move out of the way to let him
handle the PC when he leaned over against my back. His face next to mine,
his hands on either side of my body and he started frantically pressing in
the keys on the keyboard. I looked sideways at his face as he stared
intently at the screen, "All done, there you go Ian. Its all..." He said,
as he looked sideways too and suddenly stopped as he saw me staring at
him. I tried to look away but there was something that didn't let me, I
know he was fighting himself for looking away too. We kept staring at each
other for a while, our eyes locked at each other. After what felt like an
eternity I slightly leaned forward and before I knew we were locked in a
kiss. I closed my eyes and I knew he had too. I felt his hands on the back
of my head, as we both got up, neither one of us ready to break the kiss. I
felt the sweetness of his lips as they met mine. It felt as through our
lips, our souls amalgamated. It was perfect, till I felt him push me
away. He looked at me, confused and panic-stricken. And before I could say
anything he stormed out of the room.

***Wondering what happens next?...........GOOD! Stick around and you'll
find out. ***

To be continued...

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