Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2006 00:56:43 EDT
From: Rotten87@aol.com
Subject: The Slut of North Valley High 

I took a look in the mirror on the morning of the day that would change my
life forever. There I was, standing at about 5'11". I weighed about 145
pounds. Since I swam and ran track, my body was pretty toned. I was nowhere
near being buff, but I was not just skin and bones either. I had dark brown
hair, cut short. My eyes were green and I had a few small freckles on my
face. Not enough to make me look like shit was splattered on my face, but
just a few that I could blame on the sun for resulting in. The girls at my
high school thought they were cute and for the longest time, I used that to
my advantage. Now, don't start thinking the wrong ideas here. I used it to
my advantage to keep the girls wanting more of me, but they didn't get any
of me. I knew I was gay since the age of thirteen. I was seventeen now. My
friends were the jocks and I was in the popular crowd at school. Since I
couldn't let anyone know I was gay, or else my entire world would be
shattered in the blink of an eye, I had to make the ladies want what they
couldn't get. The fact that most of the school knew I was a virgin seemed
to make the girls want me more. Each one wanted to be the first. It was
pretty weird.

"Justin, I need you to put a move on it up there," my mother called to me
from the bottom of the stairs. "I have to be at work early today. I can't
be late."

"I'll be down in a second, Mom," I yelled from the bedroom door. Once I
closed the door, I tried to figure out what I would wear to school that
day. It was always such a hard choice because at my school, your appearance
made you. If you dressed like a slob, you were treated like a slob.
Everyday was a fashion show at North Valley High.

The decision was made. I pulled out a baby blue t-shirt and dark blue boot
cut jeans from the closet. After doing the ironing that was always
necessary in my house, I put my clothes on and looked like a million bucks
in the cheapest clothes in my closet. I just had that look.

Once I got downstairs, my mom served me my favorite breakfast, fruit salad
with watermelon, apples, grapes and peaches. It was my breakfast choice
since I was six years old.

"You're going to have to ride the bus home, sweetheart," my mom said,
turning away from me, knowing the reaction she would get.

"Are you freaking kidding me!" I couldn't believe she was making me ride
the bus. Not only was our look important, but if you road the bus at NV,
and you were a junior or senior, you were considered a loser. "I can't ride
the bus, Mom. You know the rule at my school."

"That's a stupid rule, Justin. What do you think the school provides the
busses for? That's what my tax dollars are going to."

"I'm going to be the laughing stock of school. No one is going to let me
live this down."

"That's not true. I just saw Randy Peters getting off the bus, yesterday on
my way home from work."

"Dude, Randy Peters hasn't talked to anyone since the sixth grade. Do you
want that to be me?"

"You are a popular boy, Justin. I don't think your friends are going to
drop you for riding the bus one time. Just explain to them the situation.
Your hardworking mother has to work later than usual. They'll understand."

"Easier said than done."

"It's just going to have be."

"Well it could be if you just got me my own car." I have been trying to get
my mom to buy me a car since I turned sixteen last November. She was so
against the idea.

"You know my rule about the car. You can't have a car until you get a job."

"That's so stupid!"

"Justin, Grandma gave Uncle Harold a car when he was sixteen and look where
he is now, still living with her. If I hand everything to you, anytime you
want it, you won't learn the value of working hard to get what you want,
and you won't amount to anything. I don't want that for you, honey."

I hated when she used reverse psychology with me. Sure, she was probably
right, but that wasn't the point. I was like the only kid at North Valley
who didn't drive to school. No one really said anything to me about it, in
front of my face, but behind my back, I knew they were talking about me,
calling me a loser. And it was all Mom's fault.

"I probably won't be home until around eight, honey," my mother explained
to me pulling up to North Valley High. "I left the meat in the refrigerator
and wrote directions for the recipe. It's an easy one, all you will have to
do is put it in the oven and it will take care of itself."

"Whatever, Mom." I didn't care about dinner right now. I was too worried
about the looks I would get in about seven hours when I stood in front of
the school with the other losers and waited for the bus to come. I got out
of the car and shut the door behind me. Walking into North Valley, I felt a
hand grab my shoulder. I looked to my left to find Drew Ashford standing
there.

"What's up, bud?" Drew asked in a playful manner.

"Not much, dude. I don't want to be here at all." It was a lie. At that
very moment, I was so happy where I was. I forgot to tell you something. I
am madly in love with Drew Ashford. I have been since I first started
seriously talking to him and became his friend last year in tenth grade
English. From that point on, I have made it my mission in life to get as
close to him as possible. Right now, I was pretty close.

"Who does? We have that test in English though. It's going to be a killer."

"I know. Did you study?"

"A little bit." Why did I even ask? Drew is such a good student. He is like
the smartest kid in my English class. No one understands why he is in there
and not in honors English. "Did you?"

"What do you think?" I said hitting him in his ribs. He let go of my
shoulder and acted like I hurt him.

"You have to watch that arm, dude. It's a force to be reckoned with."

I loved when Drew said things to compliment me. There was no compliment
like the ones that came from his mouth. Anything he said made me float on
nothing but air. I loved him. He was my dream guy. And he was totally
straight, or so I thought.

The entire day went by so fast. It's like that when you have something you
dread at the end of the day. It seems as soon as I got to school, I was
standing outside the school at 2:45, waiting for the bus to pick me up. I
was so embarrassed. I knew the people driving past would see me and were
laughing. I tried to hind behind one of the poles. Then I heard someone.

"Hey, what are you doing over there?" It was Drew. He was in his white
pickup truck. He stopped in front of the school and motioned me to come
over. I did. "What's up with you standing with all of the youngins?"

"My mom is working late today and no one I asked was willing to take me
home. That's why."

"Well, then you didn't ask everyone." He said this with that sexy grin he
always gave me, but at the time I thought was just his arrogant way.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that you need to get your little ass in the passenger seat. I'm
taking you home."

"Really?" I almost choked on that one word. Drew Ashford was offering to
take me home. I was so excited. I wondered if he could tell so I tried to
play it off cool. That totally messed up when I walked in front of his car
and tripped on a pothole. I could hear him laughing from inside the
truck. I got in the car and my face immediately turned red as he was
cracking up, his head on the steering wheel.

"Okay, it wasn't that funny," I tried to act like I was getting mad, but
really it was just embarrassment.

"No, dude, it was hilarious. You have to admit it." He couldn't stop
laughing. Him laughing made me laugh.

"Okay, maybe you are right. I guess it was funny."

"It was. So where do you live? I've known you for a whole year and never
once stepped foot in your house. What kind of friend are you?"

"You never asked to come to my house actually. And I haven't really been in
your house, only in the backyard, swimming in your pool."

He laughed. "You could have come inside anytime you wanted. I wouldn't have
mind."

"Same goes for me. If you wanted to see where I lived, why didn't you just
ask?"

"Maybe because I knew an opportunity like this would come up." Did he say
opportunity? He acted like this was a treat, him finding out where I
lived. I was getting some strange messages from Drew that day. I loved it.

As we drove down the road, I stared at him for probably the entire car
ride. I couldn't stop. There were times when I thought he would look over
at me, but he never did. Maybe he liked the fact he was being admired. I
couldn't stop. He was so cute. He had brown hair, darker than mine. It was
cut like mine, but shaggier. He had the hottest brown eyes I had ever
seen. He was not muscular but had muscles in all the right places. He
played baseball so he stayed in shape, especially this time of the year. My
staring session was interrupted when we pulled into the housing development
where I lived. Drew's eyes grew wide.

"This is where you live?" He couldn't believe I lived in such a nice
community. I didn't know why.

"Yes. This would be it."

"I had no idea you were rich."

"Because I'm not. If I were rich, I would have a car. Do you see me in a
car?"

"No, but that's because you're in mine. And I like it that way," Drew said
with a wink of his left eye. Oh, my God! Drew just winked at me! I know my
face got red once again because I felt the temperature rising in the
truck. I was getting so turned on over simple wink.

Finally, we pulled into my driveway. Drew looked at my house in amazement.

"I can't believe you live here."

"Did you think I lived in a trashy neighborhood or what?"

"No, dude. I heard your family had money, but I had no idea it was like
this." I could tell Drew wanted to go inside. And I wasn't passing up this
opportunity.

"Do you like want to come inside? I could give you a tour." I prayed to God
that he would say yes.

"That would be sweet, dude. Lets go." Drew turned the truck off and opened
his door to get out. I did the same.

We walked up the walkway up to my front door. I took the keys out of my
pocket and opened the door. We walked in and I looked back at Drew as he
was looking at the nicely decorated foyer. Besides being a nurse, my mom
always wanted to be an interior decorator so our house was pretty phat. I
brought Drew into the living room.

"This would be the living room. We don't really ever stay in here. It's
really just for show."

"Dude you sound just like you're on 'Cribs' or something." Drew laughed. I
had to laugh at that comment.

He followed me into the kitchen as I showed him around. I offered him a
bottled water and he looked out the window into the backyard.

"You have a pool too, a huge one. Why don't you ever have parties, dude?
This would be the perfect place."

"I just never thought about it I guess."

We walked out into the backyard so he could check out the pool. It was an
Olympic size pool with a slide and diving board. On the end of the pool
there was a separate section for the Jacuzzi.

"Phat hot tub, dude," Drew said as he walked over to the hot tub. "Do you
use it often?"

"Not really. I think I was in maybe once or twice." Drew's mouth dropped at
that answer.

"I'm about to come over more often and change that." There it was again,
the wink. A shiver went down my spine. "You know it's getting kind of hot
out here. We should take a swim."

"I don't know, Drew. The pool guy hasn't been around to do the usual
cleaning and shit like that. My mom hasn't opened it yet. She's waiting
until Memorial Day because that's when my family has a picnic."

"Who needs the pool to be cleaned? Are you a girl or what?" Drew started
laughing and gave me that grin of his. He slowly crept towards me. I was
starting to get nervous.

"It's kind of gross when you think of all the shit that could have gotten
in there during the winter." I wanted him to stop walking closer. It got
hot again. He stopped when he was about a foot away from me. He must have
noticed me getting tense.

"What's wrong, Justin? You're tensing up. Are you scared?"

"What would I be scared of?" I tried to sound as brave as I could. I didn't
know what he was thinking.

"You could be afraid of a couple of things. Me throwing you into the
"dirty" pool. Or maybe you're afraid of me getting too close." Drew started
to sound very seductive like he was in a movie or something. I was getting
so turned on. I knew it would only be a few more seconds until I started
getting hard.

"What's there to be afraid of from you?" I joked around, trying to ease the
situation. It didn't work.

"I don't know. You could be afraid of this," Drew finished his sentence by
grabbing my hand and place my hand on his growing dick. I tried to pull it
away, but he was stronger than me and kept my hand there. The entire time
he was giving me that sexy grin I was telling you about.

"Drew, what are you doing?" Again, I tried to pull away, but he wouldn't
let me. I finally gave up and just let him use my hand as he rubbed it over
his dick and balls. I could feel his dick growing in my hand. His smile
caused me to smile.

"What do we have here? You are liking it." Drew caught me. I couldn't
believe this moment was happening. Drew then did what I never expected him
to do. He grabbed a hold of my dick and gave it a squeeze. "I knew you were
a faggot, Justin, always did." The mood changed very quickly. I started
getting scared. Was Drew going to beat my ass for this?

"Drew, we should stop." For the third time, I tried to pull my hand away,
but still, he wouldn't let me. He gave my cock another squeeze.

"You know you want this," he said has he took my hand off his dick and
placed it down his pants. I was now feeling his bare cock in my hand. "Rub
my dick, Justin."

I did as I was told. Then, Drew leaned in and placed a kiss on my lips. I
had nothing else to do but return the kiss. Our tongues danced around in
each other's mouths. Even though I was totally unaware of any movement, we
wound up on the lawn chair next to the pool. He was laying on top of me. My
hand was still in his pants. His hands started exploring my body. I was on
fire.

"Drew, we can't do this," I tried to stop him, but there was no use. He was
too strong for me and he knew, just like I did, that I wanted him. Suddenly
my cell phone rang. "Drew I have to answer this. It could be my mom."

He didn't care. He kept kissing my neck, sucking on it. I knew there would
be marks. I answered the phone, trying to fight the moans.

"Hello?"

"Justin, it's me," my mother said. "I'm coming home earlier than expected."