This story is written as personal experience... although not mine! However, the names of those were involved have been changed to keep the identity of those who experienced this secret. In addition, although this story is set in Edinburgh, Scotland, most of the places mentioned are fictional. Because I have lived in Scotland all my life, and you reader are probably American, some things i.e. trousers should be pants, or whatever you call them. All rights to this story are mine so no copying or publishing without my consent!
PREVIOUSLY ON BEING HERE...
"Trevor?" He asked me.
"Yeah?"
"Have you got any tissues I can wipe myself up with?" He asked tentatively, "I CAME upon a small mess in the bed."
Oh great, this night was going to result in two things. Firstly, I was going to have a wet dream or a raging orgasm when I was awake. Secondly, the night was going to be full of sexual innuendos.
Alas, that is the life of a teenager.
Chapter 4
"Here," I said to David, "tissues. I am sure we can do something about the mess tomorrow."
"Yeah," David said to me, "I just lay down and I felt such stickiness! It was a bit gross, actually," he said, shuddering.
"What were you thinking about when it flowed out?" I asked him, turning off the light, "Angela?"
"No, I was thinking about two grannies getting it on," he said sarcastically.
"Why do you say things like that? You know I have a very visual mind!"
"Yeah," said David, "imagine them naked, and rubbing themselves, covered in –"
"Shut up retard!" I hissed at him, "Can you not get a good image into my head?"
"Ok," he said, "turn on the light and I will get naked."
"What?!" I asked, trying not to sound too excited.
"I'm only joking, fool, no need to sound so worried," he laughed, "I amn't that ugly."
Whew! Lucky he took it that way!
"So," he said to me, "you never even fancied Angie at all?"
"No," I said, "I guess that makes me a total jerk to go out with her for three months, but I just wanted everyone to know I could pull a chick for over two days."
"Aw, you aren't a jerk, but it was nasty that you kept it going for three months," he said fairly, "does that mean I can make jokes about her looking like a horse now?"
"Of course, I will join you," I said, angrily, "She is a total bitch! Well, a horse and a bitch as well." "I thought you were friends with her?" David said to me, shocked, "you invited her to your birthday party two weeks ago."
"Yeah, only because she invited herself!"
"True," he said, "anyway, just ignore her, she isn't important. Anyway she has a new `boyfriend' if you can even call him a human."
I laughed at that one. It was true... almost. She was flirting all the time with a guy called James, who was banned from doing swimming at school because last time he dived in, an ambulance had to be called, and there was an asteroid-sized crater in the pool, which he had created.
"What about you?" David said, "Do you not want another girlfriend?"
I hesitated. "Yeah," I lied, feeling guilty about lying to my best friend, "I really want to just kiss SOMEONE and tell them I love them, truthfully."
"Well, how about Jennifer Murray?" David asked me.
Eww... Jennifer was attractive, but I wasn't even bisexual. She did fancy me though, so I guess I could go out with her... But I wanted a GUY. A guy to love and to kiss. A guy to hug and flirt with. A guy to talk to and dance with. A guy that I could look into his eyes and feel the love radiating between us.
"Yeah, anyway I am going to Charlie's party tomorrow, and she will be there. Do I ask her out, or let her ask me?" I asked, trying to make the best of a bad situation.
"Ask her, dude. She won't ask you."
"Alright. How are things with you and Angela anyway," I asked, and blanked out whilst he talked about his love life with Madam Saggy Boobs. Don't get me wrong... I liked Angela, as a friend, but she was so ugly I actually couldn't look her in the eye without feeling grossed out. Still, David must have seen something in her. Maybe it is something only straight guys can see... I certainly couldn't see any beauty.
Anyway, I could hardly talk. Even if Jennifer fancied me, and girls told me I as gorgeous, I certainly never felt gorgeous. My older brother was ten years older than me, and when he was a teen I was still a little kid, so he told me I was ugly and stupid all the time. I always let him get to me, and it left me with practically no self-esteem. After he left, I was twelve, and I blossomed and matured. I started working out, and showering every morning and night, something unnecessary in Scotland, a cold place even in summer. I had become quite a stud, according to my parents. But I still didn't think that, because of my brother's jerk-like tactics. David also contributed, because he was so hunky and handsome, I always felt ugly, even though it was never the case. I was shy and often shirked away from socializing, but I was gradually getting over that. David helped me, I never hated him. But I did hate my brother with venom. Every birthday present, letter, or anything he gave me always ended up in the bin, unwanted. I hated him, and I hadn't talked to him in eight years.
Anyway, soon David and I fell asleep, at around one in the morning. Two hours later (I checked the clock afterwards), I was dreaming about the school heart-throb Jeremy rubbing me all over... I was VERY pleasured. Unfortunately, I was awakened by vibrations near "James and the Giant Peaches" which caused me to squirt all my juices into my boxer shorts. I felt down there to get my mobile (cell phone) and saw I had a text. It was from my friend, Scott.
Scott and I had a special bond that even David and I didn't have. Don't get me wrong, David was still my best friend, but Scott was my second best friend. Six months ago, I had slept over at his house, and found gay porn magazines in his bedroom. He begged me not to tell anyone, and I told him I was gay too. He was my only gay friend (that I knew of) and we had dated briefly, but it hadn't worked, and we always tried to get into exclusive gay parties to get boyfriends, and always failed. I wondered why he was texting me.
I read the text:
"Hey Trevor, guess what? There is a cool party tomorrow night at some dude's house. I am going cos it is a gay party. R u joining me? I will pick you up at 8pm if you are. Love and kisses. Scott. XXX"
Oh great. A party that is the social event of the year, or my first gay party! A party to get a girlfriend that would advance me socially, or a party that I would get a boyfriend? What was I to do? My sticky shorts stuck to me just like this problem; it was one I would have to decide upon right now, which would no doubt have amazing or terrible consequences.
ANDREW'S NOTE: Hi everyone, sorry for the temporary delay, "Trevor" had to tell me some of what happened. So, here is a little problem for Trevor: does he go for a boyfriend he will love, and become a social outcast, or does he go for social stardom, and have a girlfriend he doesn't love. The next chapter won't be posted for a few days. Obviously I know what is happening, but YOU don't. Email me with your thoughts and feedback so far.
POLL: Which party should Trevor attend?
The socially elite party to get a girlfriend The gay party to get a boyfriend
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