Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2005 11:38:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Lusty <lustyville@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Science of Us

I sat in the back of the science classroom, secretly staring at
John Charleston. John was a six foot tall god. He had short cut
brown hair that had natural blonde highlights, emerald eyes that
provided their own light, naturally tinted skin that made him
look perfectly tanned and juicy pink lips that looked like they
were made to please. I would often fantasize about all the things
he could do with those lips. I spent many nights imagining his
lips traveling all over my body. Just the thought of all the good
memories I had mentally made with him, forced me to smile. John
was currently standing in the front of the classroom helping his
group explain their research project. The group was already
halfway through their presentation but I had no idea what was
going on. I had zoned out on John again. Who could blame me? The
guy was gorgeous. I knew for a fact that all the girls, a lot of
the guys and even some teachers at my school would let him do
them in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, I was one of a long list of
people who lusted after that perfect specimen of man.
Fortunately, I was in his circle of friends.

John's best friend, Drew, was one of my good friends. Drew knew I
was gay and he didn't care. I thought I was going to keel over
when I told him freshman year, but he was really understanding
and surprisingly supportive. You have to understand that Drew was
a man's man, or well, at least at that time a man's man in
training. He played football. He loved sports. He loved
roughhousing. He loved girls. He was that way when we became
friends in 5th grade, and he was still that way 8 years later. We
were both seniors and he was the captain of the football team,
surprise, surprise. He was also dating the head cheerleader,
Laurie. I have to admit that Drew was hot in his own right. If
John wasn't at Clairmont High, Drew would be the best looking guy
at the school. Drew was the quarterback of the football team, so
he had that nice, tight, muscular body. He had an ass to die for.
His eyes were the type of deep crystal blue that pulls you in and
traps you there. His face was almost angelic, and his crew cut
blonde hair gave him that hard edge that drove girls wild. If he
wasn't like a brother to me, and if John didn't exist, I would be
all over Drew.

Thinking about him brought me out of my trance. I looked to my
left, where Drew always sat and found him actually paying
attention to the presentation. Drew never paid attention to
presentations, and that included the ones he participated in! I
followed Drew's gaze and found that he was staring at John. I
could tell that Drew wasn't lusting after John the way I was.
Drew's stare was one of admiration and respect. I knew Drew
wanted to be like John. John was intelligent, handsome, popular
and nice to everyone. John didn't have a mean bone in his body
and he was the sweetest guy you would ever want to meet. John
said foreign things like "excuse me," "please," "thank you" and
"yes ma'am" or "yes sir" and John did strange things, like hold
the door open for people, and wear clothes that weren't too big
or too small for him. He was an anomaly at our school. A
beautiful, well built, well dressed anomaly.

Obviously, I digressed, so back to Drew. Drew was handsome,
popular, nice and athletic, but he was definitely not the
brightest tool in the shed. Don't get me wrong, Drew was a solid
B and C student without any help, but he knew he would never be a
straight A student like John. I watched Drew try to soak up some
of the intelligence emanating from John. Drew must have felt me
staring at him because he turned to look at me. He gave me a
smile and mouthed "What is he talking about?" I rolled my eyes as
I mouthed back, "No idea." Drew laughed. A few people turned and
looked at him. I moved my attention back to John. When I looked
at him, I found myself making direct eye contact with those
emerald beauties. I blushed and felt my heart skip a beat. I
smiled at him and he stared at me for a few seconds before he
looked away. He didn't miss a word as he continued to eloquently
deliver his speech.

When class was over, Drew, John and I walked out the room and
headed to the cafeteria. Drew put his arm around my shoulders. I
both hated and loved when he did that. I hated it because he
always draped his arm around me so gently the way a guy puts his
arm around his girl. I usually felt strange even though I knew it
was nothing. He was like a brother to me, but sometimes he
touched me or looked at me in such a way that I had to remind
myself that I could never like him that way. Sometimes it was
torturous to have him so close to me. I loved when he put his arm
around me, because it showed he was comfortable with people
seeing him so close to the resident homosexual. That's right, the
entire school knew I was gay. There was a big to-do about it
sophomore year. I had gotten drunk at some party and apparently I
lost it. I went to the DJ and knocked over his setup, which had
the effect of cutting the music.

All eyes were on me. I grabbed the microphone and said, "I have
an anony.no. I have an announcement.hehe, cement." I wobbled a
little, but I kept talking. "I have an anonyment to make. I,
Patrick Donald Hughes, not Donahues.hehe, am in fact a...haha, it
rhymes with `a'." I felt an arm grab me and I looked over to see
Drew. He was trying to pull me away from the microphone. I ripped
my arm away and yelled, "No!" like he was hurting me or
something. I returned to my captive audience. "I am gay!" I swear
to this day that I immediately sobered up once those words
escaped the safety of my thoughts. Drew pulled me away and almost
carried me to his car. He yelled at me telling me how stupid that
was and all this other stuff. We went to his house and he
undressed me because I was too weak, too shocked, and too tipsy
to do it for myself. He put me under the covers and, to my
surprise, he undressed and got under the covers with me and held
me. Looking back on the experience, Drew must have been
inebriated too, because he could have left our underwear on.
Anyway, I cried myself to sleep in the comfort of his arms.

I was disoriented when I woke up the next morning. My face was
resting on his chest. I had a horrible headache and I felt really
nauseous. I closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat. I began
to trace my fingers over his taut stomach muscles. I couldn't
help it. My eyes shot open when I realized that my morning hard
on was firmly pressed against Drew's thigh. I desperately needed
to use the bathroom, but I was afraid I wouldn't make it on my
own. I had to wake him up. I started hitting him and he opened
his eyes a little.

"Get up!"

He opened his eyes all the way and I could see his concern. "Are
you okay?" His tone was so sweet and gentle and there wasn't even
the smallest trace of irritation.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but I need to go to the bathroom and I don't
think I can make it on my own." I sort of laughed a little to try
to make what I was asking seem less awkward. Then again, Drew
woke up with his friend's hard-on pressing against his thigh, so
I guess awkward was already covered.

Drew stood up and helped me to my feet. I leaned against Drew's
muscular physique for the support I needed. I also made a mental
note to never get drunk again. Ever. Anyway, we got to the
bathroom and Drew kept his arm around me while I handled my
business. Once I was done pissing in to the toilet, Drew leaned
me against the bathroom wall and took his turn. After all was
done, we washed our hands and Drew took me back to his bed. We
got in to the same positions we woke up in. I looked up at Drew
and I thanked him for helping me. I fell in to his eyes and I had
a momentary lapse in judgment that I will forever blame on
residual alcohol in my system. Drew looked so angelic, so
perfect, and it felt so nice to be in his arms. I leaned up and
gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. We shared comforting smiles
with each other and I searched his eyes for any glimmer of hope.
I finally saw in them, our unspoken truth, we were just friends,
nothing more. I returned my head to his chest and relaxed as his
heartbeat lulled me back to sleep.

I spent that weekend at Drew's house, hiding from the world. I
will never forget what Drew did for me over those days. Drew let
me know it was okay to be me. I talked about the incident all
weekend. Chris called me to let me know that he heard about what
happened at the party and I already knew how he felt. He was my
best friend no matter what. Chris was the first person I ever
told I was gay. John called to find out if I needed anything and
both John and Chris stopped by Drew's house to see me. John was
really cool about it, especially considering that he didn't know
until he heard it on the rumor mill. I always regretted that I
didn't tell him myself, but how do you tell a walking god that
you're gay? I called a few of our other "friends" and they all
treated me like crap. At least I now knew who my real friends
were. School was brutal the first week after my incident. Our
group of six guys strong was forever divided because of me. A lot
of silly girls came up to me saying dumb things, like "You don't
look gay." I even had a few girls ask me if I wanted to go
shopping with them. The answer was a firm "Hell no." I never went
shopping with a group of girls before the big reveal, so why
should things be any different after the truth was out. I'm sure
I would have been harassed more, if I wasn't good friends with
the two most popular guys in school.

I returned from my trip down memory lane just as we walked in to
the cafeteria. Drew moved his arm so he could get his tray. We
got our food and sat at our usual table with Laurie and a few of
the other cheerleaders. John was sitting next to me. Halfway
through lunch, I felt his hand on my thigh. It was all I could do
to keep from instantly springing a boner. When he gave my thigh a
squeeze, I realized that I was not imagining it, so I turned and
found myself mere inches from his tasty lips.

"Did you and Drew plan that, just to mess with me?"

I had no idea what he was talking about. "Plan what?"

"You know, the staring match in science class! It was really
distracting. I almost messed up the speech. When Drew started
laughing, I looked over and I was greeted by those dumb brown
eyes of yours. Then you had the nerve to look at me like you
hadn't done anything."

"Sorry man. We didn't do it on purpose. It just happened. I swear
we weren't trying to mess you up. We know you'd jump off a
building if you saw an A- on your report card."

He finally moved his hand from my thigh, and proceeded to ruffle
my hair. "Whatever. I've had an A- before, it's no big deal." We
both fell out laughing. That's why I loved him, even when he was
upset with you, things were never too serious. They were always
just right.


In the next chapter you will finally get an in-depth description
of Kyle, the main character.

This is my first time writing anything like this, so please send
feedback to lustyville@yahoo.com and let me know if I should
continue with this story.