WHAT THE HELL.
This story follows a thirteen year old boy who had always thought of himself as the straight `alpha-male' type.
It chronicles his hopes and fears, his excitement and misgivings as he tries to come to terms with the fact that he is falling hopelessly in love with another boy who is one year his junior.
If you are looking for explicit sex in this piece then you will be a little disappointed but I hope you will find it mildly amusing and somewhat erotic.
All comments should be directed to the author.
ANDY.
PART SIX.
Thursday 19th November 2009
7-00 AM
Hey! I've just gone on line and Simon had left me a message last night. He just said that he had come up with a brill idea for the weekend but never said what it was, the bastard!
Only that he'd talk to me about it today `cos I might not go for it or summat.
I like mysteries!
6-00 PM
Sorry I'm late computer but I went into town after school to get my hair cut.
I asked my Mum how the finances were and if she could spare the money for me to get it done.
Fuck me! She said ok and like how I never asked to get it cut before as she normally had to kick my cute little bum even to wash it, let alone get it cut!
Oh yeah! And how considerate it was of me to ask if she could afford it and how nice it was to see me tucking my shirt into my trousers and tying my tie properly and some such shit.
Worrying or what!
Anyhow it looks well fit!
I went to that new place down Beacon Street. It's a `Salon' darling, not a fucking barbers shop!
The guy who did the biz, - OMG! What a fucking poofter! You know the sort, - he doesn't walk, he kinda `floats' along!
Maybe I shouldn't take the piss `cos `the boy did fucking awesome'!!
Anyhow...
Oh yeah! Today at school!
Simon had this rubbish idea which kinda freaked me out a bit.
He thought that we should back up our diaries onto CD ROM and then we could look at each others and compare notes.
Hey computer. --- That's pushing at it a bit but fuck it. Why not? There's something inside me that makes me want him to know and if he gets all fucked up about it, --- well I can always come home but I did say that he must NEVER, - NOT EVER tell another living soul and he promised because he was going to make me promise as well so that's sorted!
Still well nervous though!
Decided not to tell about my Olympic swimming achievements just yet `cos I just love messing about in the water but I know I'll have to soon enough. Next week if I'm still alive!
Oh and yeah. I bought some fancy shower gel with the change from my haircut money. `Mr Poofy' (sorry mate), told me I'd smell like an angel!!
Can't wait to give it a go but I've like twenty tons of homework to do first, then I've got to pack an over-night bag, - back you up diary before showering and getting my `little-needed' beauty sleep! Ha-ha!!
Oh damn! I feel soo good!
11-00 PM
Homework all done!
Bag packed and I've showered.
Hey. That fucking gel sorta gets to you.
It's like hair. You don't like it at first but it grows on you.
GET IT! Hair grows on you......Never mind.
So does the gel. Fab smell!
Nite computer, oh and hey?
You're working pretty well since I kicked you around the last time and your `ROM' drive worked!
Fucking-hell!
Friday 20th November 2009
7-00 AM
All ready to go!
Samantha had a go at me for clogging up the bathroom this morning!
Fucking-hell! Talk about the pot calling the kettle black but I feel good with myself so she can go screw!
My old chap said something about how I looked more `grown-up' and respectable or summat and I don't know if that's good or bad.
Hey! Let's take that as good!
Anyhow.
Got to go now.
Shit. I'm so very nervous about this weekend.
Hey God?
Help me please?
END OF PART SIX.
Part seven will be the final chapter of this trilogy, - (that's a joke by the way!)
Thanks for reading.
ANDY.