Date: Tue, 6 May 2008 01:18:14 -0700 From: Tyler O Subject: Finally, Landon Part 1 You guys know the routine. This stuff is mostly fiction. Any relation to any persons, living or six feet under, is purely coincidental (as in, don't get all worried that I'm talking about you or something, cause I'm not. I don't even know you.) Oh, and the usual rules apply since there will be gay sexual intercourse in this story: if you're too young to be reading this stuff, don't. And yeah, if this offends you...go somewhere else. Alrighty now that that's over with...on with the story! Oh, wait. Just so you critics out there know, this is my first story so I'm no professional. I'm very open to comments about my story, praise and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism alike. Feel free to contact me at crushedbytheworld@gmail.com. Okay, now seriously, on with the story! Landon, Finally--Part 1 Four hits and misses. This whole "gay" thing was growing to be quite the heartbreaker. Jaren was my last, the last boy I confessed my feelings for and in the end, he proved to be just like the others. They all claimed not to be gay, and yet, something in each of them set off unexplainable sparks. It was Jay first, my best friend through my middle school years. Our parents were close and as a result, our friendship became tighter over the years. I was drawn to him, but my feelings were confounded as they jumbled friendship and love. One day I told him how I felt about him; we haven't been the same since. My feelings for Cameron originated as a result of our trip together to play volleyball on the mainland. Far, from Hawaii, my island home, I felt an immediate connection. Once again, I ruined another friendship with my confession. I still haven't talked to him since. I knew David for a while, and also knew he was one of the best Judo wrestlers in the state, if not the entire nation. His body was unbelievably cut, beautifully firm muscle beneath smooth, supple skin. I fell in love with his physique. And, as you can probably guess, he turned me down, too. Pity, really. Well, for me anyway. And the last happened a little more than a month ago. Jaren was so...beautiful. Tall, dark, and wonderfully handsome, his paddling body and perfectly structured features drew me in. I took this one slow, getting to know him, becoming friends. Then one day I decided it was time. I wrote a long letter expressing my feelings for him. And, of course (this should be no surprise to you at this point) he turned me down as well. So finally, after so many rejections, I figured Fate would finally give me a chance. I just had to wait for the fifth "right guy" to come along. "Are you coming to watch my softball game tonight?" my best friend, Misha, asked. "Yeah, I kinda have to," I replied, "my whole family's going." My sister played on the Varsity softball team with Misha. Although my sister, Kaylee, was a freshman, she was very talented. So was Misha, hence, they were both starters, my sister the starting catcher and Misha the second baseman. "Cool, okay I have to go get on the bus but I'll see you there!" Misha said as she scurried off in search of her teammates. "Okay, bye!" I sauntered off over to the parking lot to wait for my dad to pick me up from school. After I got home, I did my homework like a good little nerd and got dressed for the game. I stared at my appearance in my full-length closet mirror. I pored over my reflection, trying to convince myself that I was handsome enough to want. After four rejections, it wasn't easy. My shirt off, I flexed a bit in the mirror. Yes, a little vain, I know. But still, I just had to reassure myself that my six-pack was still there. I wasn't as muscled as I would like to be but I'm toned enough, I guess, mainly from swimming. My dark brown eyes were so shadowy, they were nearly black, but they sparkled and reflected light beautifully, like a pair of obsidians. My smoky eyes were complemented by my jet black hair, which I spiked to retain my youthfulness. My skin was tanned nicely, a light brown color. Oh, and if it isn't obvious already, I'm Japanese. I slipped on a t-shirt that accented my body and headed out the door. Quickly putting on some slippers (I believe they're called "flip-flops" on the mainland) I dove into the car and relaxed a bit on the way to the game. The game was hardly exciting enough to hold my attention. But something, or should I say, someone else, was. Landon Rains stood off a ways from me, under the pavilion that shaded the announcer's booth. As it was evening already, and a few stars sparkled in the dark blue sky, there wasn't much need for shade, yet he stood there anyway. I knew him from orchestra class last year, we shared a stand and both played violin. Although I had tried to talk to him then, he hardly spoke. I figured he was shy. Recently though, we talked when we were in groups of people, namely the baseball players since a few of them were my friends and he played baseball also. Since things were friendlier between us now, I decided to go talk to him. Yes, I know. I'm totally crushing and that's why I wanted to talk to him but can you blame me? He's around 5' 7" and gorgeous. He wasn't much taller than me, as I'm 5'6" so we'd make the perfect couple. Oh, god. Look at me: already being WAY too optimistic. So I strode over there, trying my best to look cool and sexy at the same time (which wasn't very easy for me) and walked right up to stand next to him. "Hey Landon," I said, and shook his hand. "What's up, Owen?" he greeted me as well. Oh, man. He smiled. His perfect teeth were so white, framed by his defined jaw bone. His skin was golden and beautiful. Oh, wait, I was talking to him. Sorry! I just got lost in those beautifully green eyes. There I go again! "Nothing much," I finally responded, a bit dazed-sounding though, as my mind was wrapped up in thoughts of him. I imagined him stroking my hair, and wrapping his arms around me. Whoa! I did it again! "So how's orchestra? Since I'm not taking it, I bet you're not having any fun." I winked. Yes, I was flirting. Jeez, can't a guy flirt with another guy? Especially such a cute, sexy guy like Landon? He laughed. He laughed! And, he flashed me that jaw-dropping smile again. "Yeah, it's alright I guess. Still hate Barnes, though. He's so stupid!" Mr. Barnes was our orchestra teacher, probably one of the most disliked teachers at our school. I chuckled, "I know! And, his belly hangs out like a frickin' blob!" "Yeah, oh my god." He smiled, and then relaxed. I relaxed too, floating down from my laughter high. There was a silence between us. Like something was awkward. Something unsaid lingered in the air. We both struggled to find something to talk about. Finally, we moved onto his upcoming license test (as we were both 16) and our sports seasons. Throughout the conversations, though, there was like a space between us begging to be crossed. I would soon get my chance. It was finally the bottom of the seventh inning and as we were the visitors, the other team was up to bat. We were already up by seven, though, so it wasn't very interesting. Suddenly, Landon's mom came up to talk to us. She looked a bit worried. "Landon, there's no power at our house. Dad just called. So we're going to stay at Aunty Rene's house tonight okay?" Mrs. Rains told Landon. "But mom, they're so weird over there. Like Aunty Rene is okay and all but her kids are super strange. They're so irritating." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, they're seven and ten, both girls. And they always get on my nerves, they always want me to play with them and stuff. And they're super naughty, they get away with all kinds of stuff and Aunty Rene just lets them go," Landon explained. "Well, sorry mister but unless you have a better idea, we're staying with them." Mrs. Rains warned. "Oh! Why don't you sleep over at my house tonight, Landon?" I thought of the idea, then I said it. Clever, right? "Are you sure that'll be okay?" she asked. "Yeah I'm sure! My mom will say yes. We really don't mind." I texted my mom and asked her while I said this. "That sounds like fun, Owen. Dude, like seriously, I haven't stayed at anyone's house for a while." "Alright then, call me, Landon. I'll pick you up later." Landon's mom walked off as the game finished. I found my mom afterwards and she was totally cool with it, like I knew she would be. Good job, mom. We all packed into the van and drove home, Landon and I sitting right next to each other, legs touching. When we got home, I took Landon to my room. "So did you take a bath yet?" I asked. "No I was going to when I got home." He plopped himself onto my bed. "Okay so you're going to need clothes right?" "Yeah." He looked a little worried. "Cool, borrow some of mine," I said as a shuffled through my drawers, "what size are you?" "Uh, medium shirt and around 30" waist." He replied. "Wow, that's my size exactly. I guess you can take your pick then." I offered him the dresser. He stood up from where he was sitting, "ok," he said a little nervously, "these will do." He grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of surf shorts from my dresser. "What about underwear?" I asked, almost too curiously. "Uh," he paused, "I don't wear any." And that statement sparked our conversations for the rest of the night. "What? Doesn't it get all uncomfortable down there?" I pointed straight at his crotch, which was hidden by his jeans. "What do you mean?" He asked, a little embarrassed. "Well it's all just there. You know, doesn't it feel weird?" "Not really. It actually feels really cool. Like they're free. Oh god, this is pretty gross. Why are we talking about this?" "Cause it's interesting, fool." "Alright. Well why don't you try it tonight? After we shower you can just not put anything underneath on...you know...see how it feels." "Ok, I guess I could try it." "Cool. So can I go and shower?" "Oh, yeah here follow me." I led him to the bathroom and gave him a set of towels he could use. I showed him how to work the shower and was making my way out. "Alright so I'm going back to my room, you don't need me to sit here and make sure you don't drown right?" I asked, teasing. "No, actually I think I'll be alright," he responded, playing along. I closed the door with a wink (yes, another one) and headed back to my room. I got some clothes together--but not any underwear. As I tidied up my room a bit, I pondered over my situation. Here was a totally hot guy, whom I had a totally huge crush on, and, he was sleeping over at my house. I wasn't sure I'd be able to control myself. And I was worried because every time I tried to go somewhere relationship-wise, with another guy, our friendship was totally ruined. And Landon was so cool, I wouldn't want to lose him as a friend. The opening of the bathroom door jarred me from my personal thoughts, and Landon soon walked into the room. His hair, which was about ear-length, so, a bit long, was still a little damp. He ran his hands through it and just looked so sexy, my little friend took notice. Yes, folks, I sported an erection. "Well, are you gonna shower?" he asked, noticing I was still sitting. "Yeah," I'm sure I was blushing. I tried changing the subject, "so what are you gonna do while I'm gone?" "Uh," it worked! "Watch some TV, I guess." "Okay," finally my boner subsided. "Here's the remote." I tossed it at him and he fumbled it. Some baseball player. "Nice catch," I laughed. "Go shower dumbass," he shot back playfully. As I walked to the shower, I was giddy with joy. We were finally getting close and comfortable with each other! It's about time, I thought to myself as I stripped down and hopped in the shower. I pondered over our conversations and although I rejoiced in our quickly growing friendship, worry also stirred inside me. I was afraid to lose this friendship. But, at the same time, I couldn't deny that my feelings for him were growing much stronger. I caressed my body gently with my soap and as my hands traveled down to my groin, I was tempted to jerk off--I was already hard just picturing the things we could do together. But I resisted. If I took too long in the bathroom, I'm sure Landon would have noticed. I quickly rinsed off, toweled off, and dressed--without the underwear. It felt really good, it felt free. At the same time, though, it made me really horny. I made my way back to my bedroom, which was in the same hallway as the bathroom. My parents seemed to already be asleep downstairs and my sister's bedroom was fairly far away from mine and she was just watching TV. "So did you do it?" He asked as soon as I got back into the room. "Yeah," I replied as I went to sit next to him on my bed to watch Whose Line is it Anyway. "Well," he shut off the TV, "prove it." "What?" I asked, totally surprised by his question. "Show me." He replied coolly. That's it for the first chapter! Hope you liked it! Um...the second one will be really exciting, I promise, since there was no "action" in this one. Be patient guys, the action is on its way! Again, feel free to email me: crushedbytheworld@gmail.com. I'm open to comments and suggestions. Stay tuned for more!