This is my first story, and stuff... so let me know how I'm doing. I'm hard return-ing this, 'cause I know it sucks when it goes on for pages beyond the right margin, so I hope it looks okay... <writer7786 (at) hotmail.spammeandbabyjesuswillcry.com>
Do not read this if yer underage or don't like mad gay sex0rz. Do not steal it from me. Plagiarism makes the Baby Jesus cry. And when he cries, screaming temporal doom shall rain down upon thee like radioactive rubber pants! Nyah! I do not know any of the famous people mentioned in here, or anything about them. In fact, much to my dismay, they are probably very happy heterosexual pop stars. cries Of course, if you are one of them, and you're not hetero, please, by all means, feel free to email me. wink
--
Brief intro: Main character is 'Mark,' which I more or less made up. I'm going to model him after a kid who goes to my high school who's really cute, but from what I know, straight. cries He's 15 years old, a runner, about 5'10", probably 150 lbs. Not an ounce of fat on him. Can run a mile in 5 minutes and a bit. Nice tan, short hair that he's got gelled down and up in the front. Extremely sex0r. I really got to get over this crappy 1337 speak. Blah. For the purposes of the story, he's going to be closet bisexual, out to only two of his closest friends. He's a sophomore at Grossmont High School in San Diego, CA, a made-up private school. He's going to meet up with Matt Ballinger http://www.mattballinger.com/, 17-year-old singer from Dreamstreet <http://www.dreamstreet.com/ is their website... it kinda sucks, IMO... meh... go to Yahoo! groups and join a few, you can find more than enough photographic material of them there>.
I'm probably not going to get into any sex or anything for a while, but once I get to the chapter where there is sex and stuff, I'll revise this paragraph so all you horny bastards can skip all of the non-masturbation material and get straight to wankin'. I'm too nice. Feel free to send me money. Or a car. Whatever.
Mark and Matt Meet. Ch. 1
Mark dried off his nude body as he climbed out of the shower. 'Twas the last day of finals before he got out of school for the summer before his Junior year. He pondered when he would be able to come out to his parents, brother, friends, and everyone else. He had known he was gay for the past six months, or so, and had told his two most trusted friends, Trevor and Lauren, about three months after that.
After he was finished preparing and whatnot, he ran outside to meet Trevor, who was 16 and drove him to school.
"Hey, Trev. Ready for another exciting four hours of test taking before freedom?"
"Oh, yeah. Man, I'm sick of these damn polo shirts and slacks. I'm so ready to get my board shorts and go to South PB for surfing and later tonight there's going to be a bonfire. You up for it? Heh... Jed's going, haha."
"Wink wink, nudge nudge. I hate it when he does crap like that. Him and his damn innuendo. Blah. Oh, well," thought Mark. "Yeah, sure. Once you drop me off, I'll get changed and you can go home to get your stuff. I'll be outside at, say, 12:45?"
"Yeah, sure. Hey, you had Spanish yesterday, yes? What was on the test?"
Mark and Trevor continued with their plans for that evening and talking about their last finals until they arrived at school, where they parted ways to go to their separate finals.
____ 11:58 am, Mark's final final (PUN~!!! Oh, man, I crack myself up.)
"Done. Ah, crap. Another 15 minutes? This sucks..." thought Mark as he completed his Biology final. He strolled up to the front desk to turn it in, boosting his own ego in the realization that he was the first done. Tossing Scan-tron and test on the teacher's desk, he turned to walk back to his desk, and used the opportunity to check out Jedidiah, the guy in his class with whom he was infatuated. He at least appeared straight, what with his plentiful girlfriends and apparent interest in girls. Bad luck, what what? Settling back in his seat, Mark wished he had brought his MP3 player to waste away the final 15 minutes until he could be released.
He put his head down to catch a couple winks. He knew he'd be out until at least 3a with Trevor, drinking some beer and possibly getting laid, and would be tired as Hell when he did get home.
He lifted his head as he heard some music coming from outside. He craned his neck to look out the door, but because of his seat, he couldn't see much outside. He glanced at the teacher, immersed in her work, and quietly and quickly snuck out the door. His eyes widened as he saw what was causing the music.
"What the Hell???" thought Mark. "This is freaking weird..."
There was a group of five teenage kids in the middle of the quad singing. Mark, much to his shame, was familiar with the pop group Dreamstreet, having commonly used all of the various members for his own wank fantasies.
"Hey, Mark, come on over," the taller of the two blonde boys called, known to Mark as Matt. Mark glanced around and decided "what the Hell" and walked down to the end of the quad where the group was. The one who was called Greg offered his hand to Mark, who accepted it. Greg helped Mark up onto the stage upon which the boys were standing. They had stopped singing, but the music, apparently a recording, continued.
"Um... what is this?" inquired Mark with a cautious and nervous smile, still totally lost as to why there was no one around here, and as to why he was surrounded by five of the finest guys he'd ever seen.
"Well," started Chris with an arrogant grin, "Carter's got a concert, and we're opening... you should know that, Mark."
"And how the Hell do you know my name? You're, like, famous, and I'm, like, not. Or something..." responded Mark, grimacing at the use of 'like.'
The pretty-boy of the lot, Jesse, decided that the time for talk was over. He walked over to behind Mark, and put his arms under Mark's, and grasped him in a close hug, his growing crotch wedged against Mark's tight runner's ass. Matt, with an evil grin, walked up to Mark, and BRRRRRRRRRRRING!
Mark woke up, and jolted upright immediately in his seat. "Shit!" With a massive woody in his pants from his rather exciting and brief dream, Mark didn't dare get up quite yet. But the classroom was emptying rather quickly, so he quickly adjusted his package so it would be less noticeable, and tried to discreetly exit the building.
Fortunately, he made it out to the car as his raging hard on was subsiding. It was the most vivid dream he'd had in a long while, which resulted in the biggest erection he'd had in a long time. In spite of it being on of the happier days either of the two had had in a while, neither talked much on the way home. Trevor was in his world, and Mark was thinking about the dream.
"Wow... I'm going to have to write that one down. The guys at Nifty'd enjoy that one. 'Course, I'd have to elaborate..."
They arrived at Mark's house, and he hopped out, said "See ya in about 20," and went inside. He grabbed the portable phone to tell his mom where he'd be, and went upstairs to change into his stuff to go to the beach.
(Chapter 1 not yet finished. Will finish upon his return to his house. Chapter 2 will start with him finding out about a DS concert coming up and Mark going to it, so stay tuned. Email suggestions and whatnot.
<writer7786 (at) hotmail.com>