This story is fictional. Any resemblances to people alive or dead is ourely coincidental. This story will contain sex between two males. If that is not your thing, please feel free to not read. If you are not 18, or of legal age as determined by your place of living, please do not read!!! I welcome all comments, suggestions, etc. Please feel free to contact me at mrkevindeane@yahoo.com
Dear Journal,
This is the story about how I met the love of my life, Jonathan Mitchell Carter. Now, no one is saying that this story will be all happy and without drama because trust me, there will be a whole hell of a lot.
To start things off, my name is Alex P. Weston. I am seventeen years old and have just started my senior year of high school. Now you may be wondering, Alex, unisex name. Am I a boy or a girl? To set the record straight; well as straight as it can be, I'm a boy. And gay.
I'm by no means an ugly duckling. I'm a blonde-haired, blue-eyed guy. I'm 5'5. 120 lbs. and very fit. I don't have abs but no beer gut either. Think of me as Ryan Gosling...without the oozing sex appeal. Because I'm a virgin, I lack said appeal. And because I'm gay, I do get bullied. I try to ignore it as best as possible.
I'm not a complete loner. I have two best friends. A girl named Sarah DeMarcus and a guy named Erik Dahlton. Erik is straight and surprisingly, was the first one I ever told about my sexuality. I've known Erik since kindergarten, so he's like my big brother...by three months. Sarah, I met her in middle school and the three of us have been besties ever since.
But enough of all that. Let's talk about the more interesting person. Not to say my friends aren't but this one is D.R.E.A.M.Y.
Jonathan Mitchell Carter. Eighteen. Six feet tall. Brown hair. Chocolate-colored eyes. Killer smile. But most of all, a fucking juicy as hell as. It's round and muscular and you could bounce a quarter off of it. Now, yes, I have a big ass but mine is just big. Mine's a ghetto booty but Jonathan's? His is perfect.
Jonathan moved to our town over summer vacation but I didn't lay eyes on him until our first day of school. He sat in front of me in homeroom. Now, FYI, at the time, he was straight. But like Sarah always said, every guy has a little gay in them. So, I was going to test her theory out. Jonathan was to be my subject, without his knowing of course. I remember that day he walked into the classroom. I nearly passed out.
But, I gotta continue this later. I hear my mom calling me for dinner.
Until next time,
Alex P. Weston.
This story will get longer, consider this a prologue! Again, feedback is appreciated!