Happy By Kenny
Hi there, this is the story about teenagers falling in love. If you don't want to read about two guys doing it and falling in love then you probably shouldn't read it. Also if you are not at least 18 you probably shouldn't read it either, but if you do make sure that your parents aren't home as I get enough bitching from my mom and really don't want to have to listen to someone else's bitching at me. I really want to thank someone becaues even though this isn't the first story that I ever wrote, I don't think I would have written it if it wouldn't have been for reading a story by someone else that is just awesome, and made me believe that what I dream about is really possible. So here it is, thank you Charlie. If you have any comments or criticism, please feel free to email me at thrasher59@hotmail.com . I just love to hear from peeps about my stories, and you can never have too many friends who know the real you.
Chapter 1
I tried to be impartial as I looked in the mirror, I guess it wasn't all that bad. I started at the top of my head, looking at the long blond hair. It was parted in the center and the bangs reached all the way down to my chin and it was really silky and shiny, all the girls would stare at it for hours. I moved down my face and looked deep into my green eyes, I thought that they were a little too pointed out at the edges but everyone said that it made me look vaguely oriental. My nose was straight and not really thin, or fat and just a little turned up at the tip really making me look even younger than I was. The lips were just way too big and full and even though I spent hours a day just laying in the sun, they always seemed really red. On both sides of my lips were my dimples that were really cute when framed by the few freckles on my cheeks. I guess that it wasn't bad for a 14-year-old face.
I let my eyes wander down some more and took in the full front view of my body. I was about 5'9" and thin but not emaciated. I spent a lot of time in the pool and it showed. I wasn't really muscular but every muscle on my body was easily seen and when I moved you could see the muscles move and shift. I spun just a little and spun back, bringing my attention to my favorite feature, my dick! I had to admit that I was glad that god had decided to be kind to me in that department. It wasn't huge, but it was bigger than every other freshman that I knew, and there were a lot of other guys that were bigger than me. It was kind of a running joke with me and all of my friends, that mom had fallen asleep in a barn and woke up pregnant with a smiling Clydesdale over her.
Of course standing there jiggling it back and forth brought on the inevitable reaction even though I had taken care of that little problem less than twenty minutes earlier in the shower. I couldn't help but sit there and stare as my bone started to swell and it made me just feel that much harder as the head mushroomed and the veins became more prominent. I was just getting ready to reach down and give it a little yank when I heard the tell tale sound of footsteps coming up the stairs to the third floor of the house. I quickly jumped across the room and in to my bed, just barely getting under the covers before I heard the knock on my door.
"Come in" I yelled.
"Hey, Bryan, don't you think you should be getting out of bed and getting dressed? You don't want to miss your first day of high school do you?" My mom said as she leaned in the door. "Your Breakfast is already done and I am just waiting for you to drag yourself out of your crypt."
"Aw mom, I will be down in just a minute! Just give me a sec to get dressed!" I said, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks, and trying not to let my embarrassment at almost getting caught choking it show. I really love my mom but sometimes I really wished that I lived by myself. It would have been so awesome just to be able to do whatever I wanted to do. Not to mention it would have made it a lot easier for me having to tell her something that I had been putting off ever since I got back from summer camp.
I had known for a while, and even though I had really tried this summer it was just no good. No matter what I tried or how cool a girl was, I didn't want her. I was gay. I had tried really hard with three different girls and it had gotten hard a couple of times but that was only after the girls had gone to what would have to be called "heroic" lengths. But there had been no problem with me getting excited with my cabin mates, and one morning when there was just me and one other kid in the cabin. And when he had asked me if he could touch it and then beat me off, there had been no problem whatsoever. And I really had loved it when I had felt his warm soft hands wrap around my huge shaft and the way his eyes had lit up as it had gotten even harder and finally blow my jizz all over the both of us. I had wanted to do it again, but the chance had never presented itself again, even though I had tried a couple of times to engineer the opportunity.
My mom finally stepped back out on to the landing and closed the door, leaving me to get dressed. I jumped out of bed and tried to ignore my better than half hard cock and set about picking out clothes for the day. I was really kind of nervous because it would be my first day at a new school and even though most of the kids that had gone through eighth grade with me would be there, so would everyone from the other two middle schools in my district. I was really excited to see all of my old friends and was even more phsyched to start JV Soccer. I had been playing since I was about four years old and my whole family had been living in Germany when my father had still been around.
I reached into my underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of Calvin Klein boxers with a plaid print and a wide white waistband. I pulled them up on to my hips and then reached in to one of the bins in my closet and grabbed a pair of baggy cargo shorts that I knew made me look awesome. I pulled 'em up and thought about wearing a belt but then changed my mind and just let then hang on my slim hips so that the waistband of my boxers was evident above the top of the shorts. I grabbed an Adidas T and a short pair of socks and then slipped in to my sneakers. I looked at myself in the mirror and wished that I was a little bigger one more time before throwing open the door and running down both flights of stairs.
I came crashing through the door into the kitchen and saw Marina, the maid-cook that my mom had hired over the summer, had already finished fixing breakfast, and there was a plate of eggs and sausage on the table along with a huge glass of milk. I ran over and grabbed the rest of the carton out of the fridge and sat down and without even a word started engulfing the hot eggs. Mom came in when I was about half way done and rubbed my shoulders as she walked behind me and headed for the coffee pot. She poured herself a cup of coffee and chatted with Marina for a second before coming over to sit down and smile at me.
"Lookin good kiddo!" She said smiling even wider at me.
"Mooooooommmm! I am not a kid anymore!" I said plaintively.
"Oh yeah that's right, you are in high school now! How could I be so forgetful?" She was smiling from ear to ear.
My mom is just so awesome. You have to understand that since my dad died in a plane crash seven years earlier, she had been all that I had. She not only took care of me but she was also the senior and managing partner of her own, large law firm that specialized in suing people. And I guess that she was very good at it because we always had money. I really hated it though because it seemed like she was always working or that she always had a meeting to go to when she didn't have something urgent that I had to have her do. She was always moving but I never felt like she was too busy for me because she always made the time just to make sure that she was there for me. I loved her and hated the fact that I was going to have to tell her about myself, I really hated the idea that I might be or do something to disappoint her.
"Oh come on mom, I am 14 now, don't you think that's a little old to be a kid?" I asked. I already knew the answer, she said it all the time and I always acted like it bothered me but it didn't and I think we both knew that.
"No matter how old you get, Bryan, you will always be my little boy." She said smiling and having just a little something that I couldn't understand in her eyes. It was kind of sad and happy at the same time.
"What's the matter mom?" I asked.
"Nothing Bryan, just that you remind me so much of your father sometimes." She sighed. "He was always so full of life and the love of it, just like you are and I miss him very much."
I walked over to it and hugged her, just wishing that she didn't have to be sad. I missed my dad a lot too, but I really didn't remember him that much anymore. I remember him teaching me how to dribble a soccer ball and his warm smile when he would watch me play, but I really just have a hard time recalling his face aside from the way he looked in the pictures that were on the mantle in the den. I really just wished more than anything in the whole world that he would just come walking through the door and wrap his arms around my mom and me. But I was old enough now to know that wasn't going to happen. I still wished it though for my mom's sake, she just seemed so lonely sometimes.
She reached back and kissed me on the top of the head, and said, "I love you kiddo!"
"I love you too mom!"
"Well go grab your stuff and let's get you off to school."
"Hold on, mom, I have to check my email too." I answered as I ran out the door an up the stairs.
About the only thing that I would say that I couldn't live without, were my computers. I have three actually, and they were my only real release. I had found out that if one knew where to look, then you could find pictures stories and even friends on the Internet, even if you were a Homo. I had almost instantly became a Net junkie. My mom said that I was going to grow a parallel port if I wasn't careful. I logged on to my email server really fast and checked to see if I had any new messages and was pleased to see that I had four, one from this really hot guy that I knew lived somewhere right around me. I wanted to meet him so bad, but I was still kind of afraid because I wasn't really sure that it was a good idea. I downloaded the email anyway and logged off.
I grabbed my stuff and my skates and headed down stairs so that I could hitch a ride with mom. When I got down stairs mom was already waiting for me. Doubtless all set for another day of suing the shit out of people as my uncle put it. I said bye to Marina and asked her to make me some cookies, I love her oatmeal raisin cookies, and we headed out the door into the garage, me throwing my stuff in to the back of the navigator and then jumping in the front seat. My mom just let me start riding in the front this summer and I was really proud of the fact that she thought I was big enough now. The ride to school wasn't very eventful, just me listening to Eagle Eye Cherry on my Walkman and mom already caught up in her work for the day, listening to all her voicemail messages on the cell phone.
We pulled up to the school and I was floored when as she kissed me I noticed a couple of tears in her eyes. I didn't know what to say so I just kind of ignored them but I did something that I didn't normally do anymore and told her that I loved her before she drove off. I just hoped that it wasn't something that I had done to upset her.
I looked up at the modern facade of Bradley High and couldn't help but be impressed. Kids from fifteen to eighteen seemed to be everywhere and there was an endless line of cars disgorging yet more kids up and down the long sidewalk in front of the school. I tried to remain aloof and look cool but I know myself well enough to know that I probably failed miserably. My senses were literally assaulted by all of the guys that were walking around and it seemed like there were so many cuties, one just cuter than the one before and it was all that I could do to keep from drooling. Suddenly I was hit from behind and two arms wrapped around my chest. I briefly struggled and then broke out of whomever's grasp and turned to see who it was.
I was not only surprised but I almost dropped my Walkman when I saw Justin standing there. He was the kid that had been so fascinated with my log at summer camp and even cuter today than he had been this summer. He was wearing baggy Hilfiger jeans and a colorful shirt that rode up to expose his boxers above the waist band of the jeans in such a sexy way. I was so shocked that it took me a minute to figure out that I still had my Walkman on and that I hadn't been struck deaf by god for my sins. His curly blond hair framed his blue eyes and rosy cheeks and his smile revealed his braces that were new since this summer. I finally decided that it would be a good idea to take off my Walkman so that I could hear whatever it was that he seemed to be saying in such an excited voice.
"Bryan, dude!" he said, almost at the top of his lungs. "What are you deaf or what?"
"Sorry I was just listening to some music, Justin. I didn't know that you were going to Bradley this year!" I replied.
"Yeah, just starting as a freshman, my parents moved up here since I went away to camp and didn't tell me till they picked me up. I was so phsyched because I was pretty sure that you said that you were going to be going here too." His smile was infectious and I had a hard time not cracking one of my own even though I was trying to look cool. This year was already looking up! "Oh yeah! I almost forgot!" He said as he turned around, "This is Corey!"
I looked up at the kid he was talking about as I extended my hand to the kid he was talking about trying to maintain my new "adult" coolness. But my mind had other plans, as the whole world just seemed to slow down. He was GORGEOUS! I started from the Adidas sneakers, (which, yes, I have a thing for) and it seemed to take forever for me to get all the way to the top of his light brown hair. In between I noticed that he had a thin frame and that he had the deepest brown eyes and his complexion was so dark as to almost be called cocoa. His teeth were perfect and his skin so clear that you would have to say that it was perfect, and he had an awesome gold hoop in his left ear and a really cool cuff further up. What the hell was this dude doing here? He should have been on a stage somewhere where millions could just stare adoringly into his deep gorgeous eyes! It took me a second to remember where I was and what I was supposed to be doing and then everything finally seemed to catch up again and time went back to normal.
"Hi! I'm Bryan!" Oh just brilliant dude! You should write monologue for Leno! I even capped it off by saying, "Good to meet you dude". I was sure putting my best foot forward!
He seemed totally oblivious to my consternation and as he took my hand in his warm, dry extremity it was hard for me to keep my knees from buckling. His eyes just seemed to get deeper and it really did feel like I was falling endlessly into them. I really don't know why I didn't just put a sign on that said "FAG" and start worshipping him openly right there in front of the school. About the only thing that I didn't do was to actually drool on his warm strong hand as it grasped mine.
"Hey, dude, Corey's the name, what up?" He said in a warbling tenor that was the most awesome sound I had ever heard. "Nice skates!" He said looking at my Oxygen's.
"Thanks! You skate?" I asked.
"Yup sure do, aggressive all the way!" he replied. His voice was just so awesome! I had to think of something else to say so that I could find a way to keep him talking and learn more about this guy! He was just the hottest thing in the whole world! I knew that I would never be able to touch him but I intended to look as much as possible, and to be honest my dork was already waking up thinking about how good it was going to feel laying in bed thinking of his smile tonight.
"Um, guys!" Justin chimed in.
I must have turned at least three shades of red because I had totally forgotten he was there! Don't get me wrong, Justin was a little hotty and ten minutes ago I would have been drooling and already planning to find some way for us to be alone together and let him spend some more time with my cock, but not now! All that I wanted or needed was right in front of me, and it wasn't that Corey was cuter, it was just that he was different. I know that sounds really shallow, and maybe one of the reasons I was turning colors was because it struck me as that way too, but I couldn't help it all really.
"We really should be getting inside don't you think?" Justin continued. "We gotta find out where our home rooms are and stuff." I looked down at him and resisted the urge to strangle him, I didn't want to go to school, I wanted to sit out here and talk to Corey! But I knew that Justin was right. I didn't want to blow my cover in front of the whole school on the first day of high school, (unless it would make this boy love me that is) and I didn't really need any more opportunities to look like an idiot.
We all went inside together. Justin and I talking, we were falling in to an easy banter, and Corey just sort of tagging along. I was way out of my depth here, I had never been afraid to talk to anyone in my entire life and now suddenly I had found someone that I desperately wanted to talk to and couldn't! What the hell was wrong with me? Did I turn into a sped when no one was looking or something? Maybe if I tried really hard I could find a way to prove to him once and for all that I was a total loser and he should just run for the hills.
Justin was just talking about ninety miles an hour and I almost thought that he had completely forgotten about spanking my monkey when he looked at me and winked as we all looked at the home room list. "The Horsey still growing?"
Oh my GOD! I almost choked on my tongue. I knew that no one else could have possibly known what he called it that morning but still this wasn't the time or the place! I looked around quickly and he just totally cracked up, his laugh echoing around with all the other teenage voices. Corey turned around and just shook his head when he saw that Justin was laughing his ass off.
He looked at me and seeming not to notice that I was redder than some of the lockers said, "Don't worry about him, he didn't take his meds this morning and its getting to him.".
"Yeah I know, I was in a cabin with his spaziod ass most of the summer." I replied
This started to crack Justin up even more and we couldn't help but laugh with him, his laugh was just infectious like that. We all just laughed our asses off. It just seemed like one of those bonds formed and even though I didn't know it yet, that bond would take me through a lot of hard times in the coming year, and would only get more important as time went by. It seems sometimes that the most important things in life always happen when you aren't looking and that you never even realize it until so much later. And then all you can do is thank god for what happened and that you didn't know enough to fuck it up, because if you are like me, you surely would have.
"Hey look! You guys have the same homeroom!" Justin said.
I looked up at the wall and saw my name and then Corey's, not only in the same homeroom but right below mine. It turned out that the arrangement was alphabetical and that his name was the next one after mine in an alphabetical listing of freshman students. I was losing it! No matter what happened I would get to see Corey every day! I tried to calm myself and couldn't help but smiling from ear to ear. Justin found out what room he was supposed to be in and we went over to the map where there were a couple of older teens hanging around. We looked at the map and figured out where we were supposed to be going and since both rooms were vaugley in the same direction headed off down the hall and up the stairs to the second floor.
Justin got to his room and ran in, I couldn't help but love the kid, he was just such a spaz and his energy was so blatant that you couldn't help but smile. He was excited and just didn't care who knew, and because he wasn't even trying to be cool, he just couldn't help but be. He said that he would hang out there after homeroom since we would probably have to come back by the room to get to anyplace else in the school for first period classes. Corey and I continued on down the hall, the silence suddenly oppressive, and the weight of my cool act getting heavier and heavier.
Okay come on Bryan, talk! I know that you know how, you have only been doing it since you were born! Most of the time you couldn't get me to shut up and now that I really wanted too I couldn't think of anything to say to Corey! I finally muscled up the nerve to say something to him and was just opening my mouth to ask him some really stupid question when he did the exact same thing! We both cracked. It was just way too much and we couldn't help but laugh, but maybe that was just what we needed because after that we just couldn't shut up. We talked all the way to homeroom and then once we got there and discovered that he was sitting right behind me, we talked for the rest of the ten minutes until the homeroom bell rang.
We compared schedules and found that we had three of the four classes together on three days and two on the other two. The days being broken up differently because the classes were longer, and instead of eight classes we only had four. I also found out that Corey was into soccer and was going to be on the team too. He said that he wasn't really that good but something about the way that he said it made me kind of doubt that, and to be honest I really didn't care.
I found out all sorts of things about him but I have to admit that he probably learned more about me simply because of the way that his mind worked. I really felt like I was being interrogated by a master, he would ask a question and I would answer not even realizing that most of what came out of his mouth was questions and that the total flow of the conversation was at his control. In that time I came to respect not only his devastating good looks but his brain too. This was no total skate head that didn't have anything else going for him. We got through homeroom and announcements and headed back for our first class that just happened to be Math II.
On the way of course Justin fell in beside us and just couldn't wait to find out what our schedules looked like. It turned out that he was only in one of my classes each day, and that he only had one with Corey on two of them. He was a little pissed but it didn't last long and he was back to his old bubbly self before we even got to the stairs. He turned off at the stairs and I told him that I would see him in second period and Corey and I headed further down the hallway in search of our math class. The rest of the day went just about normal for any teen starting a new school year. We were told that we would have to work to do well in our classes and that we were in high school now, there would be no excuses and we were expected to do our assignments and to do the studying that our classes required.
About the only thing that happened that wasn't ordinary for me was the fact that I just couldn't stop daydreaming about feeling Corey's long fingers wrapped around my dick. I couldn't even tell you what one of my teachers looked like at the end of the day, but I could have told you exactly what it would feel like if Corey were to grope me. Or at least I thought I could, I would only come to find out how wrong I was.
Please send any comments or criticisms to thrasher59@hotmail.com . This isn't the frist story that I have written, and I'm sure it won't be the last and it is far from done, I just wanted to go ahead and put it up so I wouldn't trash the whole thing again.