Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2017 23:34:02 -0500
From: lewissiwel8890@aol.com
Subject: Wesley and Seamus Chapter 1

Wesley and Seamus Chapter 1
The new Kid
By: Wesley Lewis


	"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?" those were the first words I
heard after my door was kicked open by my father, I also knew those would
be the last words I would ever hear.
	Maybe I should start from the beginning. My name is Wes I am 14
years old and I have a secret. I have known myself to be gay ever since I
knew what gay was. Girls never interested me but they had their uses. I
know I sound like an ass, don't I?

	Well first off, all my closest friends are girls and only two of
them know I'm gay. I've known these two since before I could walk. They are
identical twins but that's where the similarities end. Lacy was as high
maintenance as they came. She has won more pageant than I can count on both
hands. Cut to Chloe, she is the very definition of tomboy. She gave up
pageants after her first one not that I don't blame her. Chloe is my best
friend. We would always gossip about which guys we would hookup with and
who else could be gay. Most of the time it was just wishful thinking. Of
course, even if one turned out to be gay I couldn't bring him home to meet
the folks.

	Let me tell something about my parents. My mother is known by the
whole county as Miss fire and brimstone, why, you may ask, because she is
the local minister at our church Anyone who knows my mother has been
condemned for something one way or another in her mind. Ran a stop sign?
You're going to Hell. Kiss your mother? Incest you're going to hell. My
mother is not a loving woman and I have often wondered why my dad put up
with her. My mother is not what you would call a loving person.

	As a child, she was the parent who would discipline me. I always
dreaded getting into trouble because mama had this wooden paddle she called
her correction officer.it was about eighteen inches long with holes drilled
into it for that extra little sting.

	I remember the first time I ever felt the sting. I was about five
years old and we were at church when I had to go to the bathroom bad and
couldn't get passed this huge crowd of people and I ended up wetting
myself. When my mother saw this, she gave me a cold look that I never saw
before but would see many times afterwards. As soon as we got home she
dragged me to the office that she and dad used and brought out the paddle
and spanked me so hard that I ended up wetting myself again. After she was
done she sent me to my room where I cried myself to sleep. I didn't wake up
until after my father got home and I heard yelling and slamming doors. My
dad came into my room and held me until I fell asleep again.

	The thing you should know about my dad is that everyone knows him
as Pastor Jason Oates. He is the more popular of my parents and truth be
told I agree. He is always there for me and never once did he raise his
voice in anger against me or punished me the way mama did. The worst he
ever did was send me to my room. I remember one time mama sent me to bed
without supper and daddy came into my room later that night and brought me
to the kitchen and fed me. I honestly don't know what I would do without
him.

	Church was even worse than home and school. At church, I had to sit
in the first pew and listen to my mother rant and rave about drinking and
sins of the flesh. Whenever she would do her sermon on being gay I just
wanted to shrink away to nothing. Every time she said that is was an
abomination it felt like she was stabbing me in the heart. My dad always
tried to cheer me up after these sermons because I'd always look pale and
about to pass out. Of course, mama never noticed this. She never noticed me
unless I did something she thought was wrong, which can range from music
being too loud to not doing homework.

	Neither of them know I am gay, yet. To be honest I don't want them
to know either. I am just starting my freshman year in high school and
deeply in the closet and I intend for it to stay that way for the next four
years. Of course, that's not how it was going to play out.

	It started after the new boy in school came to lunch. He was
sitting alone at the table by himself. So being the nice guy that I was I
decided to sit with him.

	I introduced myself to him "Hi I'm Wesley but my friends call me
Wes".

	He told me "you don't want to be seen with me people might start
rumors about you."

	When I asked what kind of rumors he told me "I'm gay and no one
else wants to be associated with me"

	I asked him point blank if he could keep a secret and he replied
"yeah my parents don't even know and I'm only out at school"

	It was then that I told him with a bit of trepidation "I'm gay
too".

	After he picked his jaw up off the floor he introduced himself as
Seamus and we sat there for the rest of lunch talking about interests and
what we did and didn't like, I slowly realized what I had been missing, I
mean sure Chloe and Lacy were great to talk to but another guy was what I
really needed the most, it is even better he was like me.

	So, I finally took a gamble and asked if he wanted to come over
after school and hangout. He asked if my parents would mind and I told him
that they both worked until like five in the evening and we would be alone
for about an hour and a half (I really didn't want to scare him off by
telling him what they did). Nervously he accepted and for the rest of the
school day I was nervous. I knew that I wanted him as a friend but more
than anything I wanted to kiss him. I doubt he would want to kiss me
though.

	I have always thought of myself as undesirable. I'm about five foot
five and I weight a whopping 250 pounds. I wear these god-awful glasses
because of some vision problem I've had since birth, not to mention my skin
is so white an albino guy would tell me I need some color. My hair was
always a mess just a mop of brown hair. My best feature though as my
eyes. My mother always told me that my eyes reminded her of the ocean.

	Seamus is the opposite of me, he had this gorgeous red hair that
was curly. It was the kind of hair I would have loved to run my finger
through. He had just a few freckles on his gorgeous face, and don't get me
started on how he looked when he smiled. He told me that his mom and dad
were from somewhere in Ireland and they had moved to get away from their
respective families who didn't accept who their child had married. Seamus
was about six feet tall and his complexion put even Lacy's to shame. Like
me he also wore glasses but his were a better fit on him as they made him
even more hotter.

	So, after having to sit through three more painstakingly boring
classes, it was finally time for school to be over. I waited at the bus
stop for what seemed like forever. So as soon as I saw Seamus' red locks
towering above the other students I waved him over to where I was. As we
began the thirty-minute trip back to my house we took more time to get to
know each other. As it turns out he liked country music almost as much as I
did. And boy when he started to sing his voice put my church choir to
shame. The voice of an angel isn't good enough to describe how he sounded.

	We finally made it home and got inside and got to work on our
homework which took all of fifteen minutes, because like me he was an honor
roll student and got me thinking finally I had someone as smart as me in
this stupid town. When we were finished, I gave him the grand tour of our
three bedrooms, two and a half bath home. With very little subtlety I left
my room for last and when we entered I took a chance and kissed him dead on
the lips.

	After he got over the initial shock I thought he would hit me for
being so brazen when he surprised me and returned the kiss. After a few
minutes my hands started to roam his body and as I innocently brushed my
hand over his crotch I could feel him as hard as I was. When he returned
the favor, I thought what the hell and proceeded to strip him down and he
reciprocated we just stood there staring at the other, neither of us really
knowing what to do as we were both hopeless virgins. I took the initiative
and pulled him over to my bed on top of me and proceeded to make out with
him. We were so into each other that neither of us heard the front door
slam and it wasn't until my locked door was kicked open when we realized we
weren't alone.