Prologue: The Addiction
This story takes after every good fantasy: some truth and a little imagination. It begins four years ago when I move halfway across the country. I was thrust into fast paced city life after living all my life in down-to-earth eastern Canada. I first met Paul, in my first period class, on my very first day at my new school. I knew no one there, I felt alienated and different. Something I was accustomed to it after years of suffer the plague of genius. People are very jealous and intimidated by people with power, and knowledge is the ultimate power. (Please don't think I'm bragging but I've had to accept genius as part of who I am, just like having to accept being gay as part of who you are. I've fought with both for too long). I wish I could say he warmed my heart and made life better, but he didn't.
It was one day in that first period grade nine French class that I seen Paul's intelligence, bashing away on his keyboard. After the initial knowing each other he faded out of my life for a few years. It wasn't until our grade 11-computer competition that we met again. Like two people who are a lot alike we argued, much like a married couple. Both of us were accustomed to using the force of our minds to achieve our ends. Much to our discomfort we had both met our match.
So he was naturally listed as a cocky jerk in my books. Our paths drifted apart again for a time, until the recent past. Our circles of friends intertwined by luck of high school time tabling (our school has 3 separate lunch periods). He was still cocky in my books, but we managed to co-exist somewhat peacefully. Then the tables turned, while searching through my mental list of people for a fantasy Paul came into mind. He is 5'6, 135 lbs. dusty-brown hair, well-toned body but not overly muscular. He has a grin that screams adventure, and blue eyes I could loose myself in. It developed quite nicely and afterwards I had a revelation: if I don't try and resist Paul and instead merge with him life could be better. And it was, our friendship was a booming success!
Now that we weren't shooting sparks every moment we could enjoy each other. It was one day on the way home from school that I don't think I could ever forget. As we approached the fork in the road where our paths split he asked "So what are you doing now?"
"Nothing, it's my night off work."
"So you're not doing anything, hunh?
"Nope I'm doing absolutely nothing tonight."
"Well I have to go home and baby-sit..." just before we headed our separate ways he added, "until 6 o'clock, So why don't you give me your number and I'll call you later and we can go do something."
YES! Score one up for Adam! "555-4968" I almost sang my number out loud and danced around! I was the happiest I had been in years! No, I was the happiest boy on earth! As soon as he popped the question I had a joy explosion start at my heart and go all through my body until it bloomed into a smile. So we parted and I sang all the way home. I got a few stares, but I didn't care. "I'm going to make it after a-lll".
We went to see The Waterboy. We laughed and all that but more importantly our bond of friendship began to form. It continued to grow, I found myself doing anything I could do be with him. Then came the English seminar.
I was paired with Paul to present on a poem called "To the Virgins". I know what you're all thinking but it didn't work out that nicely. But nice just the same. To show the literal meaning of the poem we planned an act, pimp and prostitute. Paul was "Slim Jim" and I was "Star". Those characters read the poem so that it told them to go out and have sex while your young and can enjoy it. So being the dramatic artist I am I arranged for our costumes. It was amazing how good I looked for a female! My drama teacher did wonders. I had a short tight black dress that gave me great hips. Stuffed-to-ample breast, fake eyelashes, red-blond curly wig and a large purplish woven European style hat. It was an amazing transformation, I even had guys come out of the weight room and start whistling at me! Some guys I had fantasized about too. But that was the extent of my transvestite life, dramatic purposes. So when we went to change back too normal, that's when Paul took off his shirt and I became hooked on him for life. His soft skin had a healthy light-peach color, his abs were defined nicely and his pecs were placed tightly on his chest. His rich rosy-brown nipples decorated him perfectly. As he lifted up his shirt the muscles on his chest, and on his smoothed to perfection arms, moved like a well-tuned instrument.
It was after that day that I knew I had to have this boy.
To be continued...
Sorry guys, hate to leave you on the edge but I want to get some feedback from you before I continue spilling my life story. The fantasy part hasn't kicked in yet up until now it's all been true. As soon as we get there I'll probably let you know!
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