I sat in the back of the science classroom, secretly staring at John Charleston. John was a six foot tall god. He had short cut brown hair that had natural blonde highlights, emerald eyes that provided their own light, naturally tinted skin that made him look perfectly tanned and juicy pink lips that looked like they were made to please. I would often fantasize about all the things he could do with those lips. I spent many nights imagining his lips traveling all over my body. Just the thought of all the good memories I had mentally made with him, forced me to smile. John was currently standing in the front of the classroom helping his group explain their research project. The group was already halfway through their presentation but I had no idea what was going on. I had zoned out on John again. Who could blame me? The guy was gorgeous. I knew for a fact that all the girls, a lot of the guys and even some teachers at my school would let him do them in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, I was one of a long list of people who lusted after that perfect specimen of man. Fortunately, I was in his circle of friends.
John's best friend, Drew, was one of my good friends. Drew knew I was gay and he didn't care. I thought I was going to keel over when I told him freshman year, but he was really understanding and surprisingly supportive. You have to understand that Drew was a man's man, or well, at least at that time a man's man in training. He played football. He loved sports. He loved roughhousing. He loved girls. He was that way when we became friends in 5th grade, and he was still that way 8 years later. We were both seniors and he was the captain of the football team, surprise, surprise. He was also dating the head cheerleader, Laurie. I have to admit that Drew was hot in his own right. If John wasn't at Clairmont High, Drew would be the best looking guy at the school. Drew was the quarterback of the football team, so he had that nice, tight, muscular body. He had an ass to die for. His eyes were the type of deep crystal blue that pulls you in and traps you there. His face was almost angelic, and his crew cut blonde hair gave him that hard edge that drove girls wild. If he wasn't like a brother to me, and if John didn't exist, I would be all over Drew.
Thinking about him brought me out of my trance. I looked to my left, where Drew always sat and found him actually paying attention to the presentation. Drew never paid attention to presentations, and that included the ones he participated in! I followed Drew's gaze and found that he was staring at John. I could tell that Drew wasn't lusting after John the way I was. Drew's stare was one of admiration and respect. I knew Drew wanted to be like John. John was intelligent, handsome, popular and nice to everyone. John didn't have a mean bone in his body and he was the sweetest guy you would ever want to meet. John said foreign things like "excuse me," "please," "thank you" and "yes ma'am" or "yes sir" and John did strange things, like hold the door open for people, and wear clothes that weren't too big or too small for him. He was an anomaly at our school. A beautiful, well built, well dressed anomaly.
Obviously, I digressed, so back to Drew. Drew was handsome, popular, nice and athletic, but he was definitely not the brightest tool in the shed. Don't get me wrong, Drew was a solid B and C student without any help, but he knew he would never be a straight A student like John. I watched Drew try to soak up some of the intelligence emanating from John. Drew must have felt me staring at him because he turned to look at me. He gave me a smile and mouthed "What is he talking about?" I rolled my eyes as I mouthed back, "No idea." Drew laughed. A few people turned and looked at him. I moved my attention back to John. When I looked at him, I found myself making direct eye contact with those emerald beauties. I blushed and felt my heart skip a beat. I smiled at him and he stared at me for a few seconds before he looked away. He didn't miss a word as he continued to eloquently deliver his speech.
When class was over, Drew, John and I walked out the room and headed to the cafeteria. Drew put his arm around my shoulders. I both hated and loved when he did that. I hated it because he always draped his arm around me so gently the way a guy puts his arm around his girl. I usually felt strange even though I knew it was nothing. He was like a brother to me, but sometimes he touched me or looked at me in such a way that I had to remind myself that I could never like him that way. Sometimes it was torturous to have him so close to me. I loved when he put his arm around me, because it showed he was comfortable with people seeing him so close to the resident homosexual. That's right, the entire school knew I was gay. There was a big to-do about it sophomore year. I had gotten drunk at some party and apparently I lost it. I went to the DJ and knocked over his setup, which had the effect of cutting the music.
All eyes were on me. I grabbed the microphone and said, "I have an anony.no. I have an announcement.hehe, cement." I wobbled a little, but I kept talking. "I have an anonyment to make. I, Patrick Donald Hughes, not Donahues.hehe, am in fact a...haha, it rhymes with `a'." I felt an arm grab me and I looked over to see Drew. He was trying to pull me away from the microphone. I ripped my arm away and yelled, "No!" like he was hurting me or something. I returned to my captive audience. "I am gay!" I swear to this day that I immediately sobered up once those words escaped the safety of my thoughts. Drew pulled me away and almost carried me to his car. He yelled at me telling me how stupid that was and all this other stuff. We went to his house and he undressed me because I was too weak, too shocked, and too tipsy to do it for myself. He put me under the covers and, to my surprise, he undressed and got under the covers with me and held me. Looking back on the experience, Drew must have been inebriated too, because he could have left our underwear on. Anyway, I cried myself to sleep in the comfort of his arms.
I was disoriented when I woke up the next morning. My face was resting on his chest. I had a horrible headache and I felt really nauseous. I closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat. I began to trace my fingers over his taut stomach muscles. I couldn't help it. My eyes shot open when I realized that my morning hard on was firmly pressed against Drew's thigh. I desperately needed to use the bathroom, but I was afraid I wouldn't make it on my own. I had to wake him up. I started hitting him and he opened his eyes a little.
"Get up!"
He opened his eyes all the way and I could see his concern. "Are you okay?" His tone was so sweet and gentle and there wasn't even the smallest trace of irritation.
"Yeah, I'm fine, but I need to go to the bathroom and I don't think I can make it on my own." I sort of laughed a little to try to make what I was asking seem less awkward. Then again, Drew woke up with his friend's hard-on pressing against his thigh, so I guess awkward was already covered.
Drew stood up and helped me to my feet. I leaned against Drew's muscular physique for the support I needed. I also made a mental note to never get drunk again. Ever. Anyway, we got to the bathroom and Drew kept his arm around me while I handled my business. Once I was done pissing in to the toilet, Drew leaned me against the bathroom wall and took his turn. After all was done, we washed our hands and Drew took me back to his bed. We got in to the same positions we woke up in. I looked up at Drew and I thanked him for helping me. I fell in to his eyes and I had a momentary lapse in judgment that I will forever blame on residual alcohol in my system. Drew looked so angelic, so perfect, and it felt so nice to be in his arms. I leaned up and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. We shared comforting smiles with each other and I searched his eyes for any glimmer of hope. I finally saw in them, our unspoken truth, we were just friends, nothing more. I returned my head to his chest and relaxed as his heartbeat lulled me back to sleep.
I spent that weekend at Drew's house, hiding from the world. I will never forget what Drew did for me over those days. Drew let me know it was okay to be me. I talked about the incident all weekend. Chris called me to let me know that he heard about what happened at the party and I already knew how he felt. He was my best friend no matter what. Chris was the first person I ever told I was gay. John called to find out if I needed anything and both John and Chris stopped by Drew's house to see me. John was really cool about it, especially considering that he didn't know until he heard it on the rumor mill. I always regretted that I didn't tell him myself, but how do you tell a walking god that you're gay? I called a few of our other "friends" and they all treated me like crap. At least I now knew who my real friends were. School was brutal the first week after my incident. Our group of six guys strong was forever divided because of me. A lot of silly girls came up to me saying dumb things, like "You don't look gay." I even had a few girls ask me if I wanted to go shopping with them. The answer was a firm "Hell no." I never went shopping with a group of girls before the big reveal, so why should things be any different after the truth was out. I'm sure I would have been harassed more, if I wasn't good friends with the two most popular guys in school.
I returned from my trip down memory lane just as we walked in to the cafeteria. Drew moved his arm so he could get his tray. We got our food and sat at our usual table with Laurie and a few of the other cheerleaders. John was sitting next to me. Halfway through lunch, I felt his hand on my thigh. It was all I could do to keep from instantly springing a boner. When he gave my thigh a squeeze, I realized that I was not imagining it, so I turned and found myself mere inches from his tasty lips.
"Did you and Drew plan that, just to mess with me?"
I had no idea what he was talking about. "Plan what?"
"You know, the staring match in science class! It was really distracting. I almost messed up the speech. When Drew started laughing, I looked over and I was greeted by those dumb brown eyes of yours. Then you had the nerve to look at me like you hadn't done anything."
"Sorry man. We didn't do it on purpose. It just happened. I swear we weren't trying to mess you up. We know you'd jump off a building if you saw an A- on your report card."
He finally moved his hand from my thigh, and proceeded to ruffle my hair. "Whatever. I've had an A- before, it's no big deal." We both fell out laughing. That's why I loved him, even when he was upset with you, things were never too serious. They were always just right.
In the next chapter you will finally get an in-depth description of Kyle, the main character.
This is my first time writing anything like this, so please send feedback to lustyville@yahoo.com and let me know if I should continue with this story.