First Impressions

First impressions 2

"Jason, do you want to order pizza tonight or should I call the...OH MY..." "Errrr...hi mom."

My mom's jaw had dropped to the floor as she walked in on me and Robbie, lying naked in my bed together after having the greatest sex imaginable. At that point I didn't really care about the fact she now knew I was gay. I felt so complete with Robbie lying next to me and thought it the most natural thing in the world, not requiring any explanation whatsoever. My mom didn't seem to agree.

"What the hell are you doing Jason?? And who is this???" , she yelled.

I actually thought the whole thing was kind of funny, still in my euphoric state. "Umm, mom, this is Robbie. Robbie, this is my mom. And we were..." "I KNOW what you were doing!!!"

Robbie just stared at my mom.

I jumped up out of bed, went for my briefs, slipped into them and threw Robbie his pair, which he pulled on under my sheets. He then jumped out of my bed as well. As he reached for his clothes, he stammered: "uh, pleased to meet you, ma'am..." My mom sighed: "You too, Robbie...."

"Jace, I have to get going if I want to catch the next bus to my home town..." Robbie said as he was fully dressed again.

"Oh, yeah! I'll show you to the door", I said as I started past Robbie heading for the stairs. That's when my mom yelled:

"JASON!!!"

"...yes?"

"GET DRESSED FIRST!"

"Oh...just one moment, Robbie." I said, Robbie giggling a little.

I rapidly scuffled my clothes together and put on the basics, jeans and shirt. I then ran down again to show Robbie the door. Once we were out of mom's reach, he whispered: "Dude, I am SO sorry about all this..."

"Don't say that. It was worth it, Robbie. Besides I was planning on telling my mom sooner or later anyway. It'll be allright, don't worry. You OK?"

"Never better!", Robbie grinned. "Can I call you?"

"You won't have the chance, I'll be calling you all day!"

Robbie just smiled deeply to that. He reached for a pen in his backpack and wrote his number and e-mail address on the back of my hand, and I did the same to him.

He looked up to me happily as he held my hand in his and kissed me softly on the lips. I returned his kiss and tasted his tongue again. I was starting to get hard, but Robbie pulled away. He said he really had to get going and turned to the door. Before walking through it, he suddenly turned round:

"Jason?"

"Yeah?"

"PROMISE me that this wasn't just some one night thing?", his deep blue eyes pleadingly awaiting my answer.

"Of course it wasn't.", I said as I let my fingers run through his angelic hair again and touched his cheek. " I want us to be together."

Robbie's face lit up again as he hugged me intensely. After we said our goodbyes and kissed a couple more thousand times or so, Robbie left. As I waved to him through the window, I felt like I missed him already.

I took a deep breath and then decided it was about high time I faced the music. I walked back up the stairs and into my room, my mom sitting on my bed. She beckoned me to sit next to her. I went over and sat down.

"Well...", my mom started.

I started to blush bigtime. Man this was awkward.

"I guess it's too late now to talk to you about birds and bees, huh?" my mom said.

I grinned. "Yup, I know all about that.'

"So why were you in bed with a boy then?"

"I'm gay, mom."

"My mom sighed. "That's what it looks like. So you don't like girls at all?"

"I like some of them, but I'll never start something with a girl."

"You're only sixteen, Jason..."

"I've given this a lot of thought, mom. I'm sure this is what I want."

"And this Robbie is...your boyfriend?"

"I guess you could say that."

"Who else knows about this?"

"Just Vince. Well, and Robbie..."

She siged again. "What am I going to do with you?", she said, in a tone only mothers can say things in.

"Well, you're doin' fine so far," I said, imitating some corny game show host. " So jus' keep on doin' what yer doin' right now, luv, an' ye'll do fine!"

My mom hugged me. She said: "You're old enough to make your own choices. And I KNOW I won't be able to talk THIS one out of your head. I want you to know that I'm your mother and I love you, no matter what happens in your life. So if you want to be with Robbie, I fully support you."

"Thanks, mom, I love you too. I mean it.", I said.

"HOWEVER..."

Oh, boy.

"I'm not going to treat your relationship with Robbie any differently from a relationship with a girl. He can come over whenever he wants, he can even spend nights if his parents will let him..."

So far, so good...

"BUT..."

Here we go.

"I don't want the two of you having sex in this house when I'm around -though I probably won't be able to stop you- and I don't want to see the two of you making out on the living room couch either! Is that clear, young man?"

"Of course, mom. Thanks for understanding." I gave my mom a good hug again, then got up to put the rest of my clothes back on.

"And Jason?"

"Hmmm?"

"It'd probably be best if you'd keep this between the four of us..."

"Of course! It's not like I'll be wearing a pink shirt that says "I'm gay" from now on!" Relax, I'm not gonna tell the whole world."

"Thank God for that!", she said as she got up to leave the room.

"Just North America..."

"Jason!"

"And maybe a bit of Eur..."

A well-aimed pillow to the head shut me up before I could finish.

Next day I just woke up smiling, I swear! I was so happy, knowing that I actually had a BOYFRIEND now! It was this great feeling, like wearing a "taken" sign around my neck. It made me feel a bit proud, I guess. I fired up the computer and wrote a quick E-mail to Robbie, saying: "This is just to let you know I thought about you all night - Can't wait to see you again! I'll call you this afternoon! -XXX- Jace"

After a shower and some obligatory cereal I kissed mom goodbye and was off to school. As I got on the bus, I just radiated this intense happiness. I was smiling, acting giddy, the whole lot. I actually got hello's from people I didn't even know! Jeez, was it that obvious?

I finally reached school and walked in the cafeteria, where Vince was already sitting in "our" corner. When he saw me, he immediately said: "I know that look."

I just grinned.

"You fuckin' did it, didn't you? You got laid! You lucky bastard! In less than one day you lay the kid. Are all gays this easy?"

"Shut the hell up, Vince!", I smiled. "Robbie was...special."

"Right..."

"No, seriously, I mean it. This one's for keeps. So you'd better get used to him."

"Hey, I put my life on the line once already for that kid, I'll do it again. Besides, he seemed allright. As long as he's not a boring fuck we'll get along great..."

"He was definitely not a boring fuck..."

"Aah, I knew you'd say that! So you DID lay him!"

"Well, yeah...."

"I knew it, man, I just knew. You screamed it."

"And check it out man, we were done and laying in my bed together, bare-ass naked, and my MOM walks in..."

"No way! She caught you guys?"

"With our pants down!"

"HAHAHA! You bonehead! So, what'd she say?"

"She was actually cool about it! Really supportive too. Robbie can actually spend nights over at my place!"

"Fuck me. This is getting better and better!"

"Nah, I kinda knew she wouldn't freak. We get along really well, mom and me."

"I guess so..."

Suddenly, Vince's eyes focussed on something behind me instead of my face. I hardly noticed. But before I could turn around my surroundings went to black, and I felt two hands cover my eyes. And judging by the smooth peach-like texture of the skin those hands could only belong to...

"Robbie!" I almost screamed.

"Hey you guys!" Robbie giggled.

"What are you doing here man? I thought you'd only be here for one day!"

"Well, I WOULD, but that was before I made up my mind about signing up here. So I'm just back from the principal's office filling in application forms and picking up books. He said I could already take some classes today to get settled in."

"You VOLUNTAIRILY signed up for this hellhole?", Vince exclaimed.

"Well, it ain't half bad compared to our old school. Besides, SOMETHING lured me back to this place...", Robbie said, while looking down into my eyes. I almost melted into a puddle right there.

"Hey, don't start, you two. ONE is bad enough, but TWO..."

"Hmm, yeah, we'll keep it down..." I said.

"But not for long..." Robbie whispered in my ear.

"No seriously Robbie, we ARE still in school...I don't care to be caught AGAIN..."

Robbie spontaneously got a bad case of the giggles because of that remark.

"Oh man, I still can't believe that actually happened...Did Jace tell you?"

"Yeah," Vince said, "he filled me in on the latest events..."

"Sooo..." I said, changing the subject before things got more embarrassing, "You ready for your guided tour, Robbie?"

"Uh, I dunno...Do I get one?"

"Of course!", I smiled. "You're new here, so you should know where's where. I remember when I was a freshie nobody showed me around and I totally got lost. You coming, Vince?"

"Nah, go ahead. I'll just stay here and finish my coffee."

"Ok then, I'll see ya in class."

I signalled Robbie to follow me and proceeded into the main hall. "Well,", I started, "you already know the cafeteria..."

"How could I forget? It's where we met!" Robbie said, and just gazed at me deeply with those dark blue eyes of his. I knew exactly how he felt; my mind wasn't with it either. Whenever I looked at Robbie (basically ALL the time) my head would fill with images of the two of us having sex. I just couldn't stop thinking about him, his taste, his sweet smell, his soft skin...and the best part was that all of this and then some was standing just a foot away from me, and judging by the look in HIS eyes he was feeling the exact same way!

My cock started to swell up in my pants already! I suddenly snapped out of my moment with Robbie, cleared the lump out of my throat and adjusted my hard on. Robbie noticed, grinned sensually and then did the same thing to his own bulge, making sure I saw him do it. He then gave me a wink. Oh, man...if I don't get some relief QUICKLY I'll explode!!

Trying to get our minds off of eachother, we continued to meander through the main hall, while I pointed out which staircase led to which wing. We reached the locker room. I said to Robbie: "And this is the infamous 'locker room-main staircase junction'. Between hours there's always a traffic jam here. Ergo you're always going to be late. There's kids coming out of the locker room and ther's kids wanting in. AND half of the kids want to use the stairs. You get the point."

"Cool, hehe. Where can I get my own locker?", Robbie inquired.

"You should talk to the janitor. It's this way, come on!"

As I dragged Robbie across the main hall by his wrist (being careful not to hold his hand - dont want to be TOO conspicuous!) we ran to the janitor's office. Funny, before I met Robbie I never ran...I always just sort of walked. But since I met Robbie, I sudd....

-WHACK!!!!-

Before my eyes picked up what had just happened, my back told me I was now on the floor. A second later the pain in my chest told me someone had just crash-landed on top of me! And it wasn't Robbie - my hand was still holding his wrist so I dragged him down with me, and I could see him laying beside me, just as confused as I was.

Then who...

"FREMONT!!" , echoed the voice of our janitor.

Scott Fremont untangled himself from me and struggled to get up - a difficult thing to do with rollerblades strapped to your feet. Looks like Scott had been caught blading in school again! As I blinked some more stars out of my eyes, I saw Scott standing in front of me, whiping his shoulderlength brown hair from his eyes. As always, he was fully equipped with blade-gear (Blades, knee caps, elbow caps, crash helmet) and his wear and tear backpack, adorned with several buttons and a ribbon, strapped tightly to his back. He was wearing dark blue tight jeans that were cut off way too high above his knees, and a bright yellow shirt. With that, he wore shades with those little round pink glasses. Yup, he was a real piece of work.

"Whoa, man, sudden impact!", Scott said. "Everybody still breathing?"

"Y-yeah, we'll live." I said. "Robbie, you OK?"

"I'm...fine." Robbie said, a little absent.

"Look, I'll make it up to you guys later, but could you do me a HUGE fave and keep Smitthy

off my back? If he catches me I'm REALLY history."

Before we could answer, Scott took off again.

Robbie giggled. "Who was THAT guy?"

"That", I started, "was Scott Fremont, Teacher's Terror. He's a nice guy, you'll get to know him soon enough. He can be a bit..OVERfriendly sometimes.", I smiled. Scott Fremont WAS a popular kid, but he never really hung out with anybody...he just sort of breezed from kid to kid, never spending much time with one person. He talked to everybody, and he seemed to get along with all of them. Most girls thought he was obnoxious, though! His looks seemed to fit him. Although they were a bit excentric, he got away with it. Now he sort of looked like a hippie on wheels, but he did everything; punk, crew cut, dyed, spikes, he did it all. I guess this longish hair suited him best. I admit to having stared at him from time to time...especially since he started wearing those cut off jeans, it really brought out his butt... Just then Jacob Smith, the school's janitor, came running in, breathing heavily. "You lads haven't seen that Fremont devil, have ye?"

"Nope, sorry." I said.

"Thought not. Blast. Third time he's gotten away."

"Sir, I have a question...", Robbie started.

"I'm as much a Sir as you are, son. No need for formalities. Ye can call me Smitthy. Now what's your question?"

"I'm new here. I'm in need of a locker..."

"Well, you've come to the right man for that! Follow me."

Smitthy was an admirable character, one of the few employees of this charming facility (read: prison) I could actually get along with. He was one of those "can't teach an old dog new tricks" chaps. Give the man a wrench and some duct tape and he could fix anything, but he couldn't figure out what to do with a floppy-disk...In his fifties, he sort of had the look and stature of a bulldog standing on two legs. He was always in for a chat, but, as he once said: "Rules are rules. If I let 'em slip it'll be MY ass next."

We reached Smitthy's office near the basement, and he let us in. Smitthy's office was this typical workstation mess, but organised in such a way only Smitthy himself knew where to find things. It always reminded me of my room, and Robbie seemed to love it. I was beginning to wonder what kind of school he was from...

Smitthy dug up a locker key and tossed it to Robbie. He then reached for a document and asked Robbie to sign, which he did. Smitthy then gave Robbie his traditional no-nonsense speech: "Five buck deposit for the key. Ya get it back when ya give the key back. Posters, stickers, and other personal crap must be removed before handing in the key. If ya can't, ya pay the cleaning cost. Make a dent, ya pay the un-denting cost. Clear? Good."

Robbie nodded, and then the bell rang, signalling first class. Smitthy threw us out and we started towards our class, History. Robbie asked me: "Wasn't Mrs Jones that small woman that stopped us in the corridor yesterday?"

"Yup, We're in for it, bigtime!"

"I guess! You saw that look on her face when you said that?" Robbie smirked. "No. I was too busy looking at you instead!" I said, squeezing his ass.

"MMmh! You had better!" Robbie said, as he gazed into my emerald eyes and grinned widely. He then whispered: "I can't wait for us to be alone again...I want you..." He then blew against my neck ever so softly, causing me to shiver all over. God he was turning me on...and what was worse, he knew it! I was starting to get hard all over again! Robbie noticed me looking slightly uncomfortable, then he leaned in and whispered: "I know baby. Me too..." Jeez, did this kid realise what he was doing to me?? I was sure to have a difficult day ahead, with Robbie being with me. From the first time I saw him till now, he hadn't left my mind for a single second.

"Ready for your first "jam-session"?, I asked.

"My WHAT?"

"THAT!"

Robbie's eyes fell out of their sockets as he witnessed the daily ritual of first hour madness. About fifty kids pushing and being pushed, and we were in it. I could make out Vince in the crowd, pushing for all he was worth. He saw me, and grinned. "Where were you guys? You missed the best part! Some kid knocked Aldon's coffee out of his hands and ALL over his suit, man! Ha! You guys shoulda seen his FACE!"

"Mwaha, serves old Baldie right! I was just over at Smitthy's to get Robbie a locker..."

"Are you sure that's ALL you did?"

"Man! What do you take us for!"

"You tell me!"

I gave Vince a decent shove to retaliate his remark, but he did have a point; if I could find someplace where Robbie and me would be alone...The thought alone was turning me on already, and Robbie rubbing up against me a little more than normal wasn't helping...Robbie seemed to be enjoying our physical contact, but in a crowd of kids I felt a little uncomfortable.

I signalled Robbie to follow me and thrashed my way through the mass, ascending the stairs. After that, the three of us quickly reached our classroom. We took a seat and, sure enough, Mrs Jones gave us that "You two again..." look. We just pretended not to notice and decided to pay a little attention to her class this time, in case she'd feel the need to get back at us for my little stunt yesterday...Mrs Jones never was the lenient type (her size sure as hell didn't help to gain any respect) so an iron hand dictatorship it was. For a while we sat there listening to her World War II tales, then Robbie surprised me by winking to me and raising his hand. What could he be up to?

"Yes.." Mrs Jones sighed.

"I have to use the bathroom, may I be excused?" Robbie said, as politely as he could manage. Man he was cute when he did that....

"Yes you may, here's your pass." Mrs Jones said, surprised at Robbie's polite tone, no doubt.

"Um, Ma'am?"

"Yes?"

"Where IS the bathroom?"

HA! He had her there.

"I'll show him!" I cut in. "Err...with your permission, ofcourse, Ma'am..."

Mrs Jones eyed me suspiciously. The wheels of her brain were turning, trying to figure out what was wrong. Jennings being polite ... impossible. She came to the conclusion it would save her having to explain the route to Robbie and granted me the permission to accompany Robbie to the bathroom stalls, but not before stating:

"You've got exactly five minutes to get back."

That was good enough for us, so we scooted out of our seats and breezed down the hall, down the stairs and went into the bathroom stalls. All of them were empty, Robbie and I were alone... I looked over at Robbie, and he just grinned back. I said: "You don't really have to take a leak, do you?"

"No. I just wanted to be alone with you again...thank God you got the hint!" Robbie said, and threw his arms around my neck. Since we were in school and could easily get caught, I opened the door to one of the stalls and pulled Robbie inside, then locked the door. It was tight, but we were basically permenantly attached to eachother anyway...

As we started kissing, I pinned Robbie against the door, then started to rub his crotch, which already started to expand into a decent bulge. I was getting hard too, and the need to keep our moans down made us even more anxious for release of the sexual tension that had been building up inside of us that morning.It felt so good to be close to Robbie again, to touch him, to taste him. I had tried to recall the taste in my mind, but the real thing was SO much better! Robbie grabbed the back of my head and kissed me deeply, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. I let him go, withdrew my hands from his chest as he took control. He kissed me for a few more moments, then broke our liplock and pushed me back, down onto the toilet. He knelt in front of me and undid my pants, my hard cock jumping out. He then started to lick my shaft all over! He had done me before, but this time I could actually SEE him do it! Robbie had this extremely erotic way of looking up into my eyes while licking me. He then took my cock into his mouth fully, and went down on me like a pro. He never broke eyecontact, his blue eyes looking up through the blonde locks that had fallen in front of his eyes. I started breathing faster and heavier, Robbie still looking up to me while bobbing his head up and down and rubbing my thigh. I was close, and he knew it. I could tell from the raw look of passion in his eyes he was pretty close himself! I could feel my orgasm approaching already, and my body tensed up. Robbie sensed I was ready and stopped, now sucking at my sensitive head. As a result, he postponed my orgasm and left me hanging halfway. It really was an intense feeling, my orgasm welled up and then subsided, but the feeling remained, causing me to litterally whimper with pleasure! His pink thin lips were gently sucking at my head, and his tongue was slowly circling around it. Robbie then attacked my dick with renewed fury and I felt my whole body surge as my orgasm came back with a vengeance! I felt my leg muscles flex as my body lifted itself up from the toilet seat, my hips bucking into Robbie's face. Then I came hard in Robbie's mouth, I shot out what must have been a gallon of cum and he swallowed it all, looking me in the eye. I had no choise but to gasp out loud... Man that was intense! I'd have to say it was one of the best orgasms I ever experienced so far! Hopefully there'd be many more to come...

A highly aroused blond angel was standing in front of me now, breathing rapidly. I drew him closer to me and grabbed his butt, while remaining seated on the toilet. I undid his belt, and pulled his pants down as far as they'd go, being stopped halfway down by my legs. Robbie had to spread eagle but managed to lean into me so my face could reach his crotch. At this point he would've been able to do it standing on his hands, he was so hot for me! The combined arousal of making out in public, and making out with ME had brought Robbie closer to orgasm than he ever was before! As I fished his cock out of his briefs, a slimy string of precum clung to his briefs. I used my thumb to scoop it up and then licked it off. It tasted as sweet as Robbie's cum but somehow less intense. Still, anything coming from Robbie tasted incredible and left me begging for more! Luckily his throbbing hardon was only an inch away from my face so I hungrily absorbed the silky flesh into my mouth and started sucking like mad! The thought alone of sucking Robbie off made me hot, actually doing it again set me on fire! Before I knew it I was hard again, and started jerking myself like crazy! My right hand was working on my dick while my left hand was rubbing up and down Robbie's ass, trying to push him into me even more. Within a minute Robbie started whimpering and rewarded my efforts on his velvet dick by blasting his sweet boycum into my waiting mouth! I kept my lips around his softening cock and tried to keep Robbie's taste in my mouth for as long as I could, and a few seconds later I came for the second time, into my hand. I was forced to swallow when I came up for air, and Robbie took my hand from me and licked it clean. We looked at eachother, both exhausted, and kissed.

A moment later we realised where we were. In school, in a bathroom stall. During history class.

"We'd better, uh, get back..." Robbie whispered.

"You go first, I'll follow you out if the coast is clear.", I replied.

Robbie cautiously unlocked the door and stepped outside after pushing the "flush" button on the loo. He then stepped out and said: "S'ok, you can come out..."

I did, and we walked back to our classroom. We opened the door and soon noticed everybody staring at us, some of them giggling. I was suddenly paralized with fear, thinking I might have some cum in my hair or something like that! I looked Robbie up and down quickly, but noticed nothing...

"This was NOT part of our agreement, Mr. Jennings!" Mrs Jones snapped at me.

"Wuh..."

I gave you permission for FIVE minutes. Not twenty. You both report to the detention room after school!"

I guess I never felt so relieved to get detention! What they say is true, time does fly...

We took our seats again. Vince nudged me and said: "Why even bother coming back for the last five minutes man? Smart move."

"We kinda lost track of the time..."I whispered.

Vince's face got this "I know what you did last summer" look, only referring to the last twenty minutes this time. "You didn't..."

I just shrugged.

"You pervs! Jeez." , he said.

Robbie and I just smiled at eachother as we sat out the rest of the class.

The rest of the classes breezed by us rather uneventfully that day. I had to resassure Vince that I DIDN'T have sex with Robbie in the bathroom just then, because it would seriously compromise his reputation of being the biggest stallion of the two of us. He still had me because he had sex in a car once, but a public restroom was sure to score higher points, so to speak. Vince, happy that his reputation as World's Biggest Sexfiend was safe, now left the subject alone.

After our last class was finished(an extremely boring arts class), Robbie and I meandered to the dreaded detention room. Detention in our school worked as follows: You'd get your ass caught, the teacher in question writes a detention slip. This slip is then handed to the acting detention surveillant, being whatever personnell they could find to keep you company. Usually some teacher correcting assignments or whatever. You are dumped in an empty classroom and supervised by said teacher. No talking allowed. Bummer.

We arrived in the class designated to us, and waited for the supervising teacher to arrive. Luckily it was Smitthy. He buldogged his way through the door, mumbling something obsene. I guess he didn't want to be here either. When he noticed us, he said: "Jennings. And the new lad. Detention already, huh?"

"Yes..."Robbie sighed. "First day..."

Smitthy took the detention slip from us and mumbled to himself:

"Jones...8:37...wuzzat...ahh...skipping class..."

"Hey!" I interrupted. "We did NOT skip class!"

"Says 'ere ya did...what did ya do then?"

"We...took a twenty minute leave to go to the bathroom." Robbie said shyly.

"Ha! Well, that's a helluvva long piss!" Smitthy exclaimed.

"That's what Jones said..." I grinned.

"Well, looks like you boys are gonna be stuck here for the next 45 minutes or so." Smitthy grinned. "but I'll cut ya some slack and leave ya to it, I've still gotta fix that radiator leak up on second. You just keep the decibel level down. And no escapin'!" With that, Smitthy locked the door.

Well, at least I got to spend the next forty-five minutes with Robbie, and we could talk too! Now, if all punishments are this good, sign me up for five to ten!

"You still haven't told me about your mom, Jace..."

"Oh, yeah! Well, there's nothing to worry about, she says she's ok with us being together!"

"Really? WOW!! That's so nice! My mom freaked when I told her. My dad too, you wouldn't believe! But after a while, it kinda subsided and now they're cool about it though. But it's not like I can really talk to them about it..."

"Oh... Well, you can talk to me anytime, baby!", I grinned.

"Just talk...?" Robbie pleaded.

"Nooooo!", I smiled. "Speaking of my mom, you should come with me so I can properly introduce you this time!"

"Do you really think that's such a good I-..."

"Robbie, you don't know my mom! She'd be delighted to get to know you! Besides, she said you could spend nights if it's ok with your folks..."

"She DID? Man!", Robbie cheered. He gave me a hug.

Just then, we heard a key being inserted into the lock. The both of us jerked back from our hug, and stared at the door as it opened. An arm, unmistakingly belonging to Smitthy, tossed a kid into the classroom and immediately SLAMMED the door shut again. We both instantly recognised who it was.

"AND STAY OUT!", Scott yelled to the door, re-adjusting his shirt. He then turned to face us, and his eyes cleared up when he saw he wasn't alone in his predicament.

"Huh, well! If it isn't my favorite fall-breaker!", he said as he mock-skated over to us. His blade-gear was now missing from his body. The blades themselves were replaced by black sneakers. "Say, you guys didn't end up here for covering MY ass, didya?"

"Um, no...", Robbie answered. "We got into trouble with Mrs Jones."

"You must be new here."

"How's this 'must be'?", Robbie asked, eyebrows raised.

"Well, for ONE thing, I don't know ya, other than Jace here dragged you down with him this

morning..."

I smiled. Told you this kid knew everybody.

"And second,", Scott continued, "you said MRS Jones. Way too polite. You're among friends,

man. Just call her Jones, we won't tell anybody!"

Robbie blushed a little and smiled. He looked so cute when he blushed!

Scott took off his backpack and slammed it on the table. He then sat down aside us. "Smitthy caught me blading when I tried to leave. He confiscated my gear, man! Now I gotta WALK home. Anti-depressives please!", Scott said, slamming his head down on the table, his hair draped over his forehead.

"By the way,", he said, jerking his head back up, "the name's Scott, Scott Fremont. I take it you're Robbie."

"Uh, yeah...Jace told me your name already. Pleased to meet you, Scott."

"Likewise! So Jacey told you my name, huh?"

I threw Scott my "watch it, bud" look. He just smiled warmly at me. I think he knew I wasn't really gonna hurt him or anything...

"Did he tell you anything else about me? The bad things are all true." Scott smiled. "Well...", Robbie answered, "He said you weren't too popular with teachers..."

"Did he? I couldn't have said it better myself! They don't call me Teacher's Terror for

nothing!"

I filled Robbie in on Scott's criminal record. Last year there was a graffiti artist spray-painting the school's walls and signing with "Teacher's Terror". Presumably this was Scott, although they never caught anybody. Scott always denied it was him, but the name remained. Scott did have a history of practical jokes though. His best one yet was the time he used superglue to glue Bowman's coffee mug to his desk, coffee still in it! He had dug up a tube of Industrial Strength glue somewhere, and dabbed some on the desk. He then placed the full mug on the desk and quickly resumed his place. When Bowman walked in, he tried to pick up his mug but the thing was glued solid within seconds! It was virtually irremovable. He used all his strength trying to pry the thing off his desk but to no avail. The only drawback to this type of glue, Scott said, was that it oxydited within 24 hours. By then the object glued in place could easily be removed. The expression on Bowman's face was priceless! Next morning the thing came off as though nothing had happened.

Robbie almost cramped up with giggles as he listened to my memories of Scott's jokes. Scott just looked proud of himself. "So, ", he said, "how do you like the school so far, Robbie?" "Well, it's really nice. I've made a lot of friends already." He glanced over at me.

I immediately felt shivers running down my spine...Scott caught the glance though. He said: "So how did you guys meet?" Whoa, that almost sounded like...nah, couldn't be!

"Vince and me rescued his ass from that Jameson bastard yesterday."

"That was YOU! I was trying to find out who kicked that bastard's ass! Good for you man! I owe him a kick in the nads as well!"

"Hell, EVERYBODY does..."

The conversation between Robbie, Scott and me went on as we talked about which teachers are the worst pains, the various arts of blading, which tv shows we all liked best (we agreed on Southpark) and what websites were the most fun. When the Internet subject came up, Scott asked if we had e-mail.

"Yeah, we do."

"Awesome, more net-brothers! Here, write your adress on my backpack somewhere." With that, he threw us a marker. Robbie and I both wrote our adresses between the many buttons on his backpack, and he gave us his adress as well. As Robbie was looking at some of the buttons, we heard the door unlock. It was Smitthy.

"Ok boys, time's up."

We all jumped up out of our seats.

"NOT you, Fremont."

Scott pointed his eyes heavenwards in a "why me?" fashion, then promptly fell back into his seat.

"Well, see ya tomorrow Scott..." Robbie said.

"Yeah, bye!" I waved. Scott uttered a heartfelt "Thanx." and slammed his head down on his backpack.

As Smitthy escorted us through the hallway, Robbie kept holding back smirks and giggles. When I asked him what was wrong, he replied with a "Nothing!".

I didn't fall for it though. He looked like he desperately wanted to tell me something. As soon as we were outside, he burst out into laughter.

"WHAT?!?"

"This is TOO weird!!"

"What is it, Robbie?"

"About Scott...you could have told me in ADVANCE, Jace..."

"Told you WHAT??" I really didn't grasp what he was on about.

"You...you mean you didn't know either?" Robbie said, regaining his breath.

"I honestly do not know what you're talking about man! And what's up with Scott?"

"Scott is GAY!"

"He's WHAT??"

"Either that or REALLY stupid.", Robbie said.

Now this was completely new to me. I had been in the same school as Scott for three years now...and noticed nothing. I never caught him checking other boys out. Sure he didn't have a girlfriend but that was rather meaningless...And here's Robbie, talking to him for only an hour or so, and he immediately discovers Scott is gay. It just didn't add up for me. I told Robbie so, then asked how he could be so sure.

"When I wrote my E-mail adress on his backpack, I noticed one of the buttons. It was the rainbow-logo!"

"So?"

"Jason! That's a logo gay bars and restaurants have on their door! You should know that!"

"Well, I've never been to one..." I admitted.

"Well ME neither, but I knew about one in my old town and walked by a couple of times... I don't know why. Curiosity I guess, but this place had that symbol on the door. I'm pretty sure it means it's a gay place."

"And Scott had a button with that symbol on his backpack? Jeez...Maybe you're right! It WOULD be really stupid if he'd be straight and wear that...Worth checking into!"

"And if he IS gay?"

"He'd better keep his hands off of YOU!" I said, throwing my arms around Robbie's neck. Robbie responded by closing his eyes and sighing deeply. He rested his head on my shoulders and let the tip of his nose rub up against my jaw ever so softly. As we stood there, in the middle of the street, simply hugging eachother, I realised I never wanted to be away from Robbie again.

It was then that I realised I loved him.

-Well, that's it for this Episode! Let me know what you think by mailing me at Ryan20bi@hotmail.com and don't worry, this story is far from over! See y'all!! Frank