This is a work of fiction. All people, places and names bear no meaning on anyone of the same. If homosexual sex is not your thing then turn around and head out. If you are under the age of legal viewing status in your state or country then turn around and leave. Other than that enjoy!!!
"I can't fucking believe this!" I thought as I read the note my parents had left along withe usual wad of cash they had put into a separate envelope. Moving to California! I still couldn't believe it. Here I was just about to start my senior year at New York's most prestigious school, Manchester Academy. Now in the course of five minutes my whole life has been totally and completely fucked.
A little about myself, my name is Alexander Ignatius Maxfield, but everyone calls me Alex. I'm about 6'2", about 175 lbs., brown hair with blonde highlights, deep emerald green eyes, a nice tan (no tan line, I hate that!), and a fabulous body. And it better be pretty damn fabulous, I pay my personal trainer $500.00 an hour, but I think I got the better end of the deal. My pecs are firm, angular, and well deveoped, not the nasty bulging over developed but developed just right, my abs look like a washboard, my biceps are the size of cannon balls, great legs if I do say so myself, and a dick that is seven inches limp and eleven and a half when hard, also my balls are about the size of Granny Smith apples. Oh by the way, did I mention that I'm gay, well I am. But you wouldn't think that to look at me.
Well anyways back to my now royally fucked life. I have lived here in Manhattan ever since I can remember, in a huge city mansion right across from Central Park on Fifth Avenue. My parents William Alexander Maxfield and Kathryn Anastasia Maxfield are never home and when they are it is usually for about a week and then they treat me more like a friend than a son. Miss Barclay, the housekeeper, has been more of a mother to me than my own mother. I find myself often wondering if she loves me and if I love her (my mother I mean). My father, well he has never had to work a day in his life, and he and my mother are never home. I could understand if it was work that kept them always gone, but they are always at one of our many houses all over the world, while they keep up with the rest just like them. I believe that their group was once called the International Set, but now are simply called the Jet Set just because they jet from one playground of the world to another. Frankly, I think that it would get somewhat boring, but hey that's just me. Don't get me wrong I enjoy being the son of one of the richest men in the world but money doesn't buy everything. I would trade it all just to have a normal family.
I picked up the letter and read it again this time looking for details. What the hell, I'll just read it to you.
"Dear Alex~
Hi son! How are you? Fine we hope. Your mother and I have decided to move you out to California. In two weeks you'll need to go to La Guardia and get on your jet. Everything is already out there. Your mother and I took the time to buy you a house and furnish it for you. We've decided to keep the apartment here in New York, but since you're so set on going to Stanford we've decided it would be in your best intresets to move you out there so you can get a feel for the environment. We have also decided to send you to Westwood Academy. It's a private school that happens to be one of the best in the state. You won't have to board there, so you can drive yourself home everynight after school and you won't have to wear a uniform either. We will visit you before school starts to make sure that you're okay. When you fly out, there will be a limo waiting for you, but after that you can drive yourself. By the way Miss Barclay will be going as well. Remind her she'll need to hire a new staff. We think you'll enjoy this decision. We love you always,
Mom and Dad."
Well there it is, with that simple little note my life just got fucked. Well, I guess I should have one of the maids pack my shit up so I can be ready to move. I can't believe my parents did this to me one month before school starts. I decided to go visit my best friend Samantha De Vere at her family's summer house in the Hampton's. I walked down to the garage and surveyed the line of cars there. I chose the Lexus SC430. I took the top off then jumped in and drove off. As I made my way up the Long Island coast, I put my LeAnne Rimes CD in and blared "Can't Fight the Moonlight" singing along as I drove.
I pulled up to the gate and pressed the call button.
"How may I help you?" asked the voice.
"Hi, is Sam here?" I asked.
"Who would like to know?" the voice asked.
"Alex Maxfield," I answered.
"You can enter," replied the voice after a minute.
"The gate slowly opened and an armed guard, who was really hot, approached me.
"Can I see some I.D.?" he asked with a sexy voice.
"Sure here you go," I said as I ran my eyes all over the guards hunky body as he compared the picture to me.
"OK," said the guard, "There are two more checkpoints. One more on the way the house and another once you get to the house. Make sure you go to the front door and drive slow."
"Sure thing," I said as I slowly drove along the mile long driveway. Once inside the house and in Sam's room, I asked,
"What's with all the security this time?"
"My mother got another death threat. The price she pays for being an actress," laughed Sam. Sam has been my friend since we started Manchester Academy back in preschool. She's tall and slender with blonde hair just past her shoulder blades and deep blue eyes. She's got a nice tan and an uncanny intuition. She's the one that informed me I was gay. She just came out and said that I was gay, and then I admitted it. But if I was straight she would definitely be the girl I would go after.
"Oh I wish mine would get one so she would be forced to stay home with me," I said.
"What do you mean stay home with you? You just got back from Costa Rica," she said throwing a pillow at me.
"Here read this," I said and handed her my parents letter. She read it, looked at me and screamed at the top of her lungs,
"CALIFORNIA!!!!!"
"Yeah, I know. Sucks doesn't it?" I replied.
"That's so not fair!!! We are going to be seniors next year. What are we going to do?" whined Sam.
"I don't know but you're going to have to come and visit me as often as possible, even if I have to send you my jet," I answered.
"Well does Jacob know?" asked Sam. She always had a knack of going straight to the subject I wanted to avoid.
"Not yet," I said as I turned away to hide the tears that were welling up in my eyes. You see Jacob was my boyfriend. We'd been together since the beginning of our Junior year at Manchester.
I remember it well, the first time we actually talked. We were both part of the in-crowd but we never actually to know one another, at least not until that night. Rebecca Chesterman was having a back to school party since her parents were in Europe on vacation. I was in the drawing room because I was tired and getting ready to leave, when in waked Jacob Groves, the hottest guy in school and captain of the lacrosse team at Manchester. He walked over to an armchair across from where I was sitting. He looked at me for a few minutes until I said,
"Hey Jacob, what up?"
I guess he was doing some serious thinking because he jumped when I said his name.
"Huh? Oh hey Alex. What up?" he asked in his sexy voice. Okay everything about him is sexy, the way he walks, laughs, even the way he looks at you with those steel gray eyes, oh man, it makes me want to melt.
Jacob is about my height, tan, ripped like a Greek god, blonde hair, blue eyes, and perfect.
"Not much man," I said in response to his question trying to hide my obvious excitement that we finally would get to talk, at least.
"Ya know, Alex, we've been hanging out together ever since we started Manchester and I feel like I still don't know you. Let's see if we can change that," he said looking into my eyes.
"You know I've often felt the same way," I replied. We talked about our likes, dislikes, hobbies, school, and the usual bullshit for about an hour. Then he walked over to the sofa I was sitting on and sat down facing me with his back up against the armrest. I turned to face him and he said,
"Now maybe I can hear you a little better. The noise out there is way too much ."
I got up and shut the drawing room doors and returned to my seat and we continued to talk for another hour or so. All of a sudden he leaned over and kissed me with all his pent-up passion. I was too stunned to move and when he sensed this he immediately backed off and said,
"Oh shit Alex. I didn't mean to, I mean I meant to, just not like that. I've wanted to do that for so long now. I just couldn't help myself. I'm sorry."
"For what?" I asked trying not to smile and make it appear that I was pissed.
He just looked at me all confused and then I leaned over and kissed him square on the mouth with all of my own passion. He responded and we kissed for a full five minutes. When we broke our kiss I managed to pant out,
"Now its my turn to be sorry."
He smiled at me and kissed again. Slowly he laid his body on top of mine and as kissed, my hands began to take off his black Armani ribbed t-shirt. We broke our kiss as I slipped the shirt off his body. Then he began to unbutton my Versace oxford shirt kissing his way down until he reached my belt. I sat up and undid his belt as he did the same to me. Soon we were both naked on the couch with our hard-ons rubbing up against one another. I looked at him and said,
"I want to feel you deep inside of me."
He just gave me this blank look, so I said,
"Fuck me, Jacob."
He grunted his approval and spit on his hands which he then rubbed all over his dick until it was dripping with his saliva. He put my legs over his shoulders and positioned his wet dickhead at my waiting hole. I relaxed as he pushed into me and I felt a sharp pain as his dick slid into me. Once he was all the way in he stopped to let me get used to it. Slowly the pain went away and I was filled with this of intense pleasure. Slowly he slid almost all the way out of me and then back in, increasing the rhythm as he thrusted. He groped for my cock and began to jerk it in rhythm with his thrusts. Suddenly he tensed and began jerking me faster until I cried,
"I'm cumming!!!!!"
"So...am...I!!!!" he grunted. My cum splashed all over our chests while I felt him filling up my hole with his sweet man juice. After he stopped squirting in me he collapsed in top of me and we fell asleep.
Yea that's how I started my relationship with Jacob. After that night we were absolutely inseparable. I was brought back to by Sam saying,
"So how are you going to tell him and when?"
"I don't know. I'll probably leave him a voicemail telling him. He can call me if he wants too," I answered, unwisely.
She just stared at me.
"LEAVE HIM A FUCKING VOICEMAIL!?!?!?!" Sam screamed at me, "No! You'll drive your happy ass over to his apartment and tell him, and when I call him he better be with you or at least know about your move. Do you understand me?"
"Yes ma'am!" I said as if I was addressing a drill sergeant at basic training.
"Now, Alex," she commanded, "You two need some time together."
"Okay. I'll see you before I leave right?" I asked.
"Of course. Now leave!" she said.
As I was driving back to Manhattan, I thought about how much this was going to hurt Jacob. I decided to call him to make sure that we could talk.
"Hello?" answered Jacob.
"Hey sexy man! What are you doing around three-thirty today?" I asked.
"I don't know, but I have a feeling you're gonna tell me," he said with a chuckle.
"Jacob, seriously, we need to talk," I replied.
"Okay, okay, babe. Chill out. Where do you wanna meet?"
"How about at your apartment?"
"Sure. I'll be expecting you."
"Bye. I love you."
"I love you too, Alex."
I hung up my cell phone and wondered just how he would take the news. We'll probably have to break up because I don't like the whole long distance bullshit.
Well at 3:30 I pulled into the underground parking garage. Five minutes later I was knocking on his apartment door. I gasped when he opened his door. Don't ask me why, but always do that whenever I see him. Maybe it's because he's such a fuckin hottie that I just can't help myself.
"Hey babe! Come here!" said Jacob grabbing me and pulling me into his apartment kissing me at the same time. When we finally broke our kiss I sort of pushed him away and he looked at me with a puzzled look on his cute face.
"What's wrong, hon?" he asked.
I didn't answer him. Instead I handed him the letter. He took it, his hands shaking slightly. He quietly read the letter and then pulled me into a big hug.
"I don't want to leave you," I sobbed.
"I know you don't but it seems like you have to," he answered trying to hide his emotions from me. He was never really good at that.
"It's just so unfair," I cried.
"Hey let's not think about it. Remember we still have two weeks together," he said.
Those two weeks flew by so fast. I spent every night at Jacob's, but was back at my house by ten o'clock every morning to see to the supervision of the servants packing, much to Miss Barclay's annoyance.
Well the day of my departure rolled around, Thursday, August 18, 2001. I had Louie, the chauffeur drive me to the airport since nobody would be going with me that wasn't moving. When I got to the terminal I found Jacob and Sam waiting for me. After a tearful good bye to both of them and some other friends who showed up, Miss Barclay told me it was time to go.
We hurried down the stairs to the tarmac. As I was entering the jet I turned and waved to all of them. They were standing at the windows waving good bye. I saw Jacob wipe the tears from his eyes and Samantha gave him a big hug. I waved again then turned and got in the jet.
You know most kids get a car on their sixteenth birthday. Well I got five and a brand-new Gulfstream IV jet. Excessive, maybe, but it comes in handy.
The flight to Los Angeles was uneventful. Miss Barclay tried to cheer me up but I told her it was no use. Finally she stopped talking and I fell asleep. I woke up to Miss Barclay gently shaking me and telling me that we were in L.A.
"Oh joy," I said sarastically, and Miss Barclay just looked at me.
Well that's the end of part one tell me what you think of it at lightningman02@yahoo.com
Ian