Disclaimer: This story concerns mainly homosexual men and their lives, relationships and sexual activities. It was inspired only by my visions and invention. This tale is entirely fictional. If there are any similarities to actual people, places or events, it is purely coincidental.
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Christopher
I can't believe I'm finally going to New York, it's always been a dream of mine, I'm so glad my parents are letting me go and stay with my Aunt and Uncle. Oh, I almost forgot, some background on me. My name's Christopher Brian Dyer, everyone calls me CB though my closest friends call me Chris. I'm 6 ft with dark eyes and dark hair. I have olive skin that tans really easily. People tell me I have a great body - I work out a lot. I guess I'm quite cute, the girls seem to think so but I'm not really interested in them. You see I think I'm gay but I haven't ever done anything with a guy. The boys at my strait laced, single sex private school would have killed me if they'd found out, luckily I've just finished there, one summer of freedom before I'm off to Oxford University. I can't wait for uni, finally allowed to do what I want without my parents looking over my shoulder all the time. Now, don't get my wrong, I love my parents and all but they're very annoying sometimes!
Ryan
Oh man, my mother just told me that the Dyers have called and asked me to look after some nephew of theirs that's coming over from England for the Summer. I bet it's some loser, I have better things to do this summer than baby-sit some random English guy. Oh, hey. I'm Ryan Joshua Heron, Ryan to my friends. Am I good looking? I suppose so, at least that's what I've been told! I have blue eyes and blonde hair. I love exercise, especially swimming and I have a classic swimmer's body. Not that I've been doing much swimming recently. I'm 5"10 which is about average I guess. I'm quite pale but vaguely tanned at the moment. I'm hoping to go to NYU next term. I'm not working this summer for the first time in ages. I guess my family is pretty rich but my dad believes in making his kids work so they learn the value of money, I'm being allowed this summer as a rest though! I'd better get going, I'm meant to be meeting this loser at JFK.
Christopher
I'm here!!! I can't believe it. I'm in New York, the coolest city in the world. It's taking ages to get through customs, I want to see Lyn and Michael. I have so many things I want to do this summer, most of all I want to have some new experiences and just, this sounds so cheesy, find myself. Oh my God, there they are! Who is that guy with them? He's so gorgeous, no, must not think like that, there's not a chance he'd be gay. I'm just not lucky enough! Plus he looks too manly. I hope he's nice though, it'd be good if he became a mate, I could do with one this summer.
'Hi Michael, Hi Lyn.'
Wow, I'd forgotten how hard these people could hug!
'We're so glad you're finally here Chris. We've been longing for you to arrive!'
'Me too, Michael. You know I've always wanted to visit the Big Apple!'
'Chris, this is Ryan, we asked him to look after you this summer.'
I can't believe they did that. This guy probably thinks I'm some loser who can't take care of himself. I like his name, it suits him.
'Hey Ryan, I'm CB.'
'Hey, cool name, what's it stand for?
'Christopher Brian - not that interesting I'm afraid. My good friends call me Chris, I hope you will some day. I love your name though.'
I can't believe I said that, it makes me sound so geeky.
Ryan
God, he's fucking gorgeous. He looked so embarrassed when his aunt and uncle said that they'd asked me to look after him. Poor dude. I wonder if he meant anything when he said that he hoped I'd call him Chris some day. Nah, I'm just reading into things again. There is no way a guy that hot could be gay too. Oh well, hopefully we can be friends, that'll do for now.
'Thanks man. So, you have a couple of options for now. You can come with me on a tour of NY, go have a rest or hang out with Lyn and Michael.'
'Umm I guess I should spend some time with Lyn and Michael.'
'Don't be so silly Chris, you go and have some fun with Ryan, we have the entire summer to catch up. Ryan, before I forget would you like to join us for dinner tonight. Then you two can go out after that as well if you want.'
'Thanks Lyn, I'll see you later, love you!'
'Don't you love me anymore Chris? Maybe Ryan can introduce you to a nice girl tonight!'
'Of course I love you Michael. Bye.'
I knew there was no way he could be gay.
'So where we going first Ryan?'
'First step - take a cab to Manhattan! I'll show you some places I know over there.'
'Cool, let's get going then.'
'You tryin' to copy my accent now CB?'
'No fuckin' way man, think I wanna sound as thick as you!.'
If anyone else said something like that I'd beat them to death but you can just tell he's joking. His eyes are really intense but they sparkle so much.
Christopher
I hope I didn't push to hard with that joke, he seemed to take it well. He seems nice. I hope we get to be mates. He's so cute. You wouldn't call him fit or hot. He looks like he likes exercise, maybe a swimmer. There's something sad in his eyes, like he's been through something and it's left a permanent mark on him.
'I was thinking, why don't we do the tourist stuff some other time and just chill for now, I mean you must be shattered.'
'Sounds good, though I don't feel shattered, the adrenaline from finally being here is keeping me going! So what kinda thing you thinking of us doing?'
'I'm thinkin' maybe getting a drink, kicking back in Central Park or Madison Square, depending on what we feel like. Maybe going to Tyne Square. That sorta thing.'
'Sounds good. Lets get some food first! I'm starving!'
'Hey, we're almost there.'
'Where are we?'
'Fifth Avenue, in between 23rd and 24th street. We're 2 blocks away from my and your aunt and uncle's apartment block. That's on 7th Avenue, on the corner of 23rd.'
'This is central Manhattan then, right?'
'Yeah! About as central as you can get!'
'Cool, I still can't believe I'm here!'
'It must be a rush, my dream is to go to London.'
'Maybe you could come and visit me there sometime.'
'I'd like that! Why don't we get a hotdog and go to Madison Square garden and talk?'
He seems like such a nice guy. I hope we get to know each other well. He's so cute, I just want to get to know him.
Ryan
He's so lovely, we've been talking for 3 hours and I've told him stuff that no one else knows. Though I still haven't told him a fairly basic fact, quite a few people know about my sexuality but most guys that look like him think that it's disgusting to be that way inclined. Usually I'm really closed but there's something about CB that makes me open up to him. He looks really big and strong but he's really sweet. He also seems to treat people with respect. Guys like him normally just talk about their exploits with girls and try to make themselves sound macho. He's hasn't and that's really nice.
Christopher
I love Ryan!! He's so much fun. He's also really sensitive, he seems to be opening up to me a bit. I still want to know why he looks so sad though, I just want to take him in my arms and hug and kiss him until that look goes.
Ryan
'Ryan, can I ask you something?'
'Sure, can't promise I'll know the answer though!'
'I was just wondering why you wore all those bracelets up your arms, I think they look really cool but I was just curious about why you wore them so far up, I'd think that would get uncomfortable.'
Damn it, he noticed. Most people never ask why I wear them, I only really do it in the summer. In the winter I hide in long sleeves. One of the reasons I haven't been swimming as much recently.
Christopher
He looks scared now, worried, as if he's thinking about whether to answer me or not.
'You don't have to tell me if you don't want to Ry, don't worry about it.'
He's looking down now, His deep blue eyes hidden by his long lashes, gnawing his bottom lip.
Slowly he starts to take his bracelets off, one by one, keeping his arms tucked right down between his legs, moving them behind his back so I can't see yet.
Ryan
Shit, I can't think properly, I don't know quite why I'm showing him, I can't speak, my tongue is frozen, stuck to the top of my mouth while I bite away, catching the skin of my lips in my teeth and pulling.
They're all off now, I guess I should show him now.
Christopher
Slowly he brings his arms forward and rests them half on his leg, half on mine. I look down at them in shock. His body looks so smooth and untouched that I didn't expect this, all across his smooth pale skin. Scars. Lots of scars, all of varying age, some new cuts, some old and fading, Jagged red lines against his smooth skin.
No wonder he looks so wounded inside, he must have been through some bad stuff to resort to this.
He still looks so scared, maybe nervous of my reaction.
Ryan
Will he still like me? That's the only line running through my head, spinning repeatedly, flashing up on a big digital notice board, red on black.
He's looking down at them, confusion in his eyes. He's taking my arm closer to it, what's he going to do. Slowly his fingers reach out to my skin and slowly skim down, each scar being caressed and accepted. He reaches for my other arm and does the same for that. He looks up at me as if asking permission to continue.
Christopher
I hope he didn't mind that, it was the only thing I could do, show him I didn't care, that they were part of him. He still looks petrified but isn't asking me to stop, do I dare to go a little further?
Ryan
What's he doing, he's lifted my right arm up slightly and is bending down, bringing his face close to them.
Oh My God
He's kissing them. Each touch feathery and light, on each scar, not leaving one out. I've read about people doing that, they always talk about it as if it so clichéd and maybe it is. But if feels so good, and so genuine. As if he really doesn't care but loves my skin as it is.
Christopher
He looks shocked, I guess I shouldn't have done that – especially if I wanted to keep my straight boy image up. He hopefully won't mind me being gay but, he might mind the fact I've just been kissing him. Invasion of personal privacy and all that shit. He's damn hot though and seems like a totally amazing guy so I hope he doesn't care.
Ryan
I finally feel like I can look up at him, like I can meet his beautiful dark eyes again. He's looking at me, still holding my arm, fingers lightly caressing it. His eyes immediately grab mine and hold them, matching my every movement with his. My awareness begins to widen again. Before everything was fixed on my arm and his movements but now I can feel the rough, springy grass beneath me, poking into my skin through the rips in my jeans. Smell is coming back now, my nose filled with the clean smell of summer combined with his unique scent. My ears are still resolutely blocking out everything except the sound of his breathing. The world has narrowed to a little area around us, not impinged upon by anyone else. Just a bubble, with us and the rough tree behind.