Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction created by my imagination. Certain parts of this story will contain sex between consenting adult male partners. This story is homosexual in nature and should only be viewed by those over the required age in your area. If you are reading this story and are not of that age then I do not want to know so please don't tell me.
Authors note: this is my first try at erotic writing so feedback is ALWAYS welcome! blnch@hotmail.com
Ocean Blue
Boring ,average, mediocre. That's my life summed up in three adjectives. I'm not exactly complaining though. I like things quiet and I keep to myself mostly, but after awhile things get old. Allow me to describe myself, my name's Aiden, I'm seventeen and a senior in high school. I have red hair and green eyes. Thankfully I'm not pale, I have a pretty nice natural tan. It's really the only feature of mine I like. I'm not scrawny but I'm not exactly really buff either. I guess you could say I'm...lean. I've never worked out a day in my life but I do run a lot. Well a lot is an incredibly immense understatement.
I run whenever I can get the chance and I mean WHENEVER. I run when I'm happy. When I'm upset. When I just need some time to clear my head. The part I love most about running is it's just me and the road. The road doesn't care about how fast I run or how graceful I am. It doesn't care if I've had a bad day and don't speak. It doesn't care that I have insecurities, fears, and uncertainties. It doesn't care about anything but getting me where I need to go. Consequently the road has become my best friend. Well...my only friend actually.
I can say something not many people can. I have no friends. I have no acquaintances, no one I wave to in the hall. It's basically like I'm invisible. It's mostly because of how anti-social I am because I have this stutter. God I hate it. I'm a naturally shy person so if I get to nervous or to shy or to embarrassed or to happy or to anything I start to stutter worse and worse until I'm completely blocked and have made a fool of myself. It's like my tongue just gets...stuck. So basically I just don't say much for fear of making myself look stupid.
Actually...I did have one friend. Brian. Brian was my best friend in the entire world. We did everything together absolutely everything. He told me everything. Every secret, every lie, everything. And I did the same for him. If he would have told me to run I would say how fast and how far. I mean I worshipped this kid. It wasn't like stalker worship. He was the only person aside from my mother who I could feel comfortable enough with to for a whole sentence without stuttering. It was amazing. Then it all ended. In the blink of an eye my best friend left me. You see for awhile I'd been having these thoughts about other guys...sexual ones and I was scared. I didn't understand it and it's not as if I could ask anyone and for the first time ever I didn't feel comfortable asking Brian. So I did some research online and finally came to the conclusion that I was gay. I eventually worked up the nerve to tell my mother and she didn't even blink. Just looked at me for a moment gave me a simple duh' and then told me to take out the trash. When I asked her about it all she would say is a mother knows her son'. I must have walked around with a smile on my face the whole day. it felt like this weight had been lifted off my shoulders, but there was still a small lingering thing. I had to tell Brian. I didn't know if he would hate me and desert me or accept it with open arms. Obviously I hoped it would be the latter.
It wasn't the latter. I brought Brian up to my room and told him I had something to say. Er rather I tried to say , I got nervous and blocked and eventually had to write it down on paper. Finally I calmed down enough to whisper those two words that took away the best thing I ever had. Brian freaked. He thought I was in love with him and wanted to `turn him queer'. Said that it was a sin to be a faggot and he hoped I burned in hell. He pushed me away when I tried to put my hand on his arm and walked away. He never spoke to me again. I was so devastated I even considered suicide. But my mom saw the signs and talked me out of it. I couldn't believe I lost my best friend, my only friend. I should have just kept my mouth shut. I tried time and time again to call his house but his dad said he didn't want any faggots calling his house. That hurt. I tired to talk to him in school but he was having none of it. He avoided me like I was a disease. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and the summer before 9th grade I wrote him a letter. It talked about how great of friend and how much I loved him ONLY as a friend and that was the honest truth. I never wanted anything more than a friendship with Brian. It also said how I was so sorry for being gay but I was still the same person.
The letter was the biggest mistake I ever made. Brian made copies of it and passed it to every student in the 9th grade AND some upperclassmen. I couldn't believe it. I was outed in the most malicious way I could imagine. At first when people found out all I received we a few cat calls in the hallways. Then it escalated and the beatings started. I would get cornered and kicked and punched and spit on. While kids said things I don't even have the stomach to repeat. And they continued too, every day of the week until almost the middle of 9th grade. Lucky for me I guess my novelty wore off after awhile because the beatings became less and less until eventually it all dwindled down to only getting beat up about once a month and nasty comments everyday. This may sound strange but I had never been so happy in my entire life when that happened.
My mom wasn't as happy. She called the school time and time again but nothing was ever done. It wasn't like she could afford to send me to a private school though. She worked full time cleaning houses and could barley afford to raise me as it is. We lived from paycheck to paycheck. I wasn't about to have her cleaning extra houses on my benefit. She worked hard enough. Having to raise me on my own was anything but easy, But I'd prefer that to her only working part time and living with...him. My dad. I'd really rather not say much about him. He wasn't worth it anyway. So here I am going to a school where everyone hates me and makes my life a living hell. I'm no longer depressed or suicidal. Mostly...I just feel pity. Pity for all those people. To be so twisted up in peer pressure and trying to be alike that you eventually conformed to hate. It's sad really.
Halfway through my senior year on my way first period I wasn't expecting the day to be a very good one. I had already gotten punched in the stomach and pushed into a locker. Days that start off bad with me usually end bad. So imagine my surprise when HE was sitting in my usual seat... all the way in the back right corner. He wasn't gorgeous and he wasn't a walking wet dream. He was... intriguing. There was just something about him that caught my attention. He had jet black curly hair that hung in ringlets around his face. I couldn't see his eyes because he was bent over writing something. He was chewing on his lip in the cutest way. It was a simple action but it gave me butterflies. He finished writing whatever he was writing and looked up brushing some curls out his eyes. Those eyes. God I had never seen anything so beautiful they just took my breath away. The ocean blue and shockingly clear. Looking into those eyes was like sitting on a beach looking at the sea. They had the same calming effect as well. Then he looked at me. He looked at me! And wow I just froze. Lost my breath. I knew if I had been talking at that moment I would have blocked. No doubt about it.
My calm was short lived when someone called out, "Hey fag, how bout you just sit down already!"
I blushed and I knew it because I could feel my face heat up. My eyes searched desperately for an empty seat and wouldn't ya know it the only one open was next to him. On one side I was elated to be able to sit next to him would be the highlight of my day. On the other side I was miserable. He'd have to have heard by now the comments goin around in class. He wouldn't want to sit next to a loser. But I really didn't have a choice, the next comment would be worse so I just walked over and took the seat. For the rest of the period I just stared at my desk. I never looked up and I sure as hell never looked at HIM. I didn't hear a word that was said. I didn't even catch his name. When the bell rang I did my usually bolt for the door , it's less traffic and less comments that way. When I finally made it to the hall though someone managed to knock my books out my hands though.
I sighed and bent down to pick them up. I wasn't at all worried about being late to my next class considering I didn't have one. I didn't have any classes until after lunch. One of the perks of taking all honors classes my freshman year. I looked around for one of my pencils that had gotten away from me and noticed a pair of shoes in front of me. I looked up to see who was attached and nearly passed out.
Standing above me holding the missing pencil was him. The first period angel. SMILING. If I thought his eyes were amazing the were mere childs play compared to his smile. It lit up the hallways.
"Here you go." He said bending down so we were level. His voice. Wow.
"Uh. T-t-t-thanks" fucking stutter! god now he really thought I was an idiot. I tried to keep my hands from shaking to bad when I got the pencil back. I kept my eyes glued to floor to afraid I'd make a mistake and my first period angel would disappear. I finally got everything together and really didn't have an excuse to be on the ground anymore so I stood up hoping my legs would hold me.
"I was in your seat huh?" he questioned
"W-w-what?" I said wincing as the words came out painfully slow. God I sounded retarded.
"Your seat. I was in it." He said matter-of-factly as if it was common knowledge. I finally got the courage to look into his eyes and got so lost in gazing in them I almost didn't realize he was speaking again.
" Sorry about that, I'm new and I don't really know the way things work ."
I was going to tell him it was fine and it didn't matter. I was going to start asking him about his life but my damn stutter got in the way I started a sentence and then blocked. Finally I just stared at him saying nothing, blushing like a damn fool. He just smiled and then I realized I had made him horribly late for his next class.
" I-I-I'm sorry I-I m-made you l-late f-f-or your c-class" I managed
"No no no, it's not problem mostly because I don't have any classes until after lunch."
Now what are the odds of that I thought.
"Oh, ok." was the best I could come up with. I was ready to just walk away to save myself further embarrassment when the first period angel interrupted my imaginary escape.
"My name's Tristan Daniels." He said holding out his hand. Beautiful name. I just stared at him a moment until I realized it was my turn to speak.
"I'm A-Aiden Jones." I said taking his hand. Bad idea. His hand sent a shock through my whole body causing my ahem...lower half to stand up and take notice and I quickly let go of his hand. I tried to discreetly hold my book bag in front of me to hide it. Tristan seemed a bit offended at my dropping his hand like that and for a moment I felt kind of bad until he asked his next question,
" Do you wanna hang out ....or something since we both don't have anything to do for.." he glanced at his watch " three and a half hours?"
Omigod Omigod Omigod. THREE hours with Tristan "first period angel" Daniels. HELL YES!
"Um S-sure I j-just need to p-put this s-stuff in my l-locker." I said gesturing to the books in my hands.
"Ok, cool." He said with a brilliant smile "Lead the way."
I walked slightly ahead of him the whole way to the lockers. I didn't say a word. I was to scared I would get to nervous and block. After I had shoved everything in my locker I turned to Tristan wondering where we went from here.
" So do you wanna take my car or yours?" he asked
"Um y-yours I guess." I had no idea where he planned on us going him being new and all. I doubt he knew any of the local hangouts.
"Ok then." He said turning and walking out obviously implying that I should follow. And I did, all the while taking in the view of his amazing backside. Eventually we were outside and standing next to his car and I was a bit sad at not having anymore time to admire his butt. I'd like to be able to tell you what kind of car he drove and how `totally awesome' it was but I can't. Not because it was a shitty car, it wasn't. I just don't know a damn thing about cars. I never really had to. I'm not macho by any means, and I never took an interest in cars and things like that. Sure I have my own, but all I know about that is it's a Focus and it's blue. Tristan's car was white and that's all I really knew about it.
I went around to my side and got in. Tristan slipped in beside me and turned to me, "I thought we could go to my house, no one's home so we'd be able to just hang." Oh wow Tristan's house alone... I wasn't sure I'd be able to control myself there. I didn't wanna pop a boner and have him kick me out, but I certainly didn't want to turn down his offer either.
"Um sure yeah, t-thats f-fine," I said even though it wasn't. I was shaking so much he had to have noticed, but thankfully he was nice enough not to say a word. The ride was filled with idle chit chat. I really didn't want to talk much because of my stutter and all, but ya wanna know the amazing thing. After a few minutes with Tristan my stutter all but disappeared. I even managed a few sentences without stuttering at all! By the end of the ride I was probably glowing I was so happy.
Tristan led me into his house and then to the living room and then told me to have a seat saying he'd be right back. While he was gone I tried to calm my nerves, but I never really fully got the chance because Tristan returned back no more than two minutes later with two sodas, a bowl of chips on a tray and a huge smile.
"I hope you like coke it's all we have." He said apologetically as he sat down next to me. Rather close might I add. Not close enough to give me any hints on anything, but close.
"No, C-Cokes fine." I replied, Tristan's closeness affecting me and my stutter.
"Good" he said as he turned on the TV. He flipped to some music videos that were on MTV. "This ok?" He asked nodding in the direction of the television. I just nodded. I really wasn't used to talking to people this much and my old habit of not really speaking unless necessary was still there, fading slightly, but still there.
We watched videos for a few minutes in silence. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, it was more like a mutual one. Neither of us had anything to say so we didn't say anything. Eventually Tristan broke the silence by asking me if I liked one of the videos that was playing and that launched a conversation about our music likes and dislikes. Which led to a conversation about something else and so one and so forth. Before I knew it we found ourselves with only twenty minutes to get back to school. I was surprised, to say the least, at how at ease I was with Tristan. I didn't worry about Tristan making fun of my stutter because number one he seemed to nice of a person to do that and number two I figured if he was going to we would have done it by now. I didn't worry about getting to nervous and blocking because every time I did Tristan would just smile and wait for me to say what I wanted to say. It reminded me of Brian and I made a decision not to screw it up again like last time.
When we got back to school Tristan and I compared schedules and much MUCH to my disappointment we didn't have our next two classes together, but we did have our last class together which gave me something to look forward to. We parted ways as the bell rang and I couldn't help but smiling the whole way to my next class. Not even the cat calls and `hey fags' phased me. I was on cloud nine. My next two classes were a blur. A slow blur mind you, but I still didn't hear a word that was said in either of them. I was to caught up in thoughts of Tristan. When the bell rang for last period I practically ran to get to it, no one really noticed though since I was always in a hurry to get from one place to another without getting beat up.
I quickly took my usual seat in the back corner of the room and fixed my eyes on the door. A few minutes passed and Tristan still hadn't showed up and I began to get worried that maybe he had gotten lost. About a minute before the late bell rang some jocks walked in, this wasn't a surprise, they always came in right before the bell. What did surprise me though was Tristan walking in with them. They were laughing about something as if they were old friends. I couldn't help but feel jealous. I shouldn't have been surprised really, I mean Tristan was smart, funny, and cute as hell, why wouldn't he be popular as well? They had probably told Tristan all about me by now. No way would he want to be seen with me now. Great talk about a way to ruin a great day.
I sighed and turned to look out the window. It was fun while it lasted.
"Hey Aiden, I almost didn't notice you all the way back here." I heard a familiar voice say. I spun around in my chair startled. There in the seat next to me was Tristan's beautiful smiling face. God he's gorgeous.
"H-hey Tristan" I stuttered in response. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by our teacher, Mr. Williams.
"Quiet down everyone," he demanded " Alright today we will be pairing up and exploring the pros and cons of television. You may pick your own partners." he finished and turned his attention to something on his desk.
I forgot to mention this class was debate. I took it because it was an easy A and because I wasn't allowed more than two free periods. I turned to Tristan hoping beyond hope he'd want to be partners. Normally I wouldn't have dared be this forward with someone , but I was already so comfortable with Tristan already.
"Y-You wanna be my p-partner?"
"Sure" He said smiling.
Across the room one of the jocks called Tristan's name,
"You wanna be partners Tristan?" He asked. oh shit. I never considered someone else would want to be partners with Tristan. My heart sank. I stared at my desk praying Tristan wouldn't leave me.
"Nope, I'm partners with Aiden already, sorry" He said shrugging apologetically. Tristan's my partner, Tristan's my partner I thought to my self in a sing song manner and what must have been a huge smile on my face.
"Why the hell are you bein partners with that fag?"
My smile quickly faded and I fixed my eyes on my desk again. I was blushing, I knew I was, I could feel it.
"Hey he's not a fag man, back off!" I heard Tristan snap back at the jock.
Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow. No one's ever stuck up for me like that before. I jerked my head up in time to see the jock just shake his head in disgust and look around the room for another partner. I looked at Tristan who was digging around in his backpack trying to find a pencil to go with the paper he had already on his desk. Finally he gave up and looked up at me.
"Yo man you got a pencil we can use?" he asked nonchalantly as if nothing were ever said. I just stared at him. I was in shock. I know my mouth must have been hangin open but I couldn't help it. I was so surprised. I knew Tristan was hot and I knew he was funny and I knew he was nice. But I would have NEVER guessed he was THIS nice and THIS wonderful and THIS amazing. Whoa. If I wasn't careful I could easily fall in love with Tristan "first period angel" Daniels. Very easily.