Disclaimer: This series of fiction contains love and sexual interaction between two teenage males, if you are under the legal age to view material such as this, please discontinue reading, similarly, if you're not too keen on viewing material such as this, I also suggest you discontinue reading. All rights to this series are reserved by the author (me). This is a piece of fiction, and is not based on any real circumstances, any similarities in this story to any persons dead or alive, or any situations is purely coincidental.
Right, this is my first go at writing a story like this, sorry if it's not that good. Also, I'd like to point out that that there aren't any scenes of sexual contact until it's necessary in the story; this isn't a story that revolves around sexual situations. Be aware that this story is set in the UK, and I'm British... I thought I'd better let you know in case there were some terms or phrases or whatever that some people from other regions might not fully grasp.
Sorry that this chapter isn't that interesting, It's just an introduction really.
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"What's this?"
"What?!" I said, suddenly quite worried about what my Mum had just discovered, I always got unnecessarily paranoid whenever she discovered something. That's generally what it's like for people that keep secrets.
My secret is that I'm gay... or bi, I'm not too sure. I mean, I love the thought of having a family with a beautiful brunette woman and being happy with her and stuff. But, I can't help but feel attracted to guys. If there's a topless guy nearby, I can't help but take sneaky glances at them, unless they're really fat or really hairy. I end up fantasising about certain guys and what it'd be like to kiss them. Now, I'm not one of those 'In your face' gay guys or anything, I act like any other guy, I don't talk about pussy or hot girls or anything, but my friends just assume that's because I have respect for girls, which I do. I have a girlfriend, which you might find a bit weird, I'm going through hell trying to break it off with her, she's amazing, but there's no spark on my end whereas she says she's in love with me.
My name's Jason Moore, I'm 17 years old, 5'10" tall and I've got a head covered in dark brown hair that's usually styled to look a mess. I wouldn't say I'm like one of these really hot guys with bulging abs and pecs, but I'd say I look healthily toned. I'm quite self conscious and don't often take my top off or anything like that, as a result, I'm quite pale chested, but I've got a medium complexion so it doesn't really show so much. The only parts of me that I REALLY like are my deep green eyes and my smile.
Anyway, back to the situation I was in...
My mum turned around holding my laptop and pointing at the screen, like most teenage boys, a parent using your laptop is probably one of the scariest moment of your life, any moment she could just open my browser history, for most guys though this would just mean embarrassment because their parent found their wanking material... for me, if she went in MY browsing history it would mean she'd find out that her youngest son was gay, which I didn't want anybody knowing. You may think 'what's the big deal?'. The area I live in, in the south east of the UK some people harshly judge you if you're gay and still assume that you're going to jump on any random guy and start butt-fucking them, sadly, my family are one of those families that cringe and turn the channel over on the TV if there is a gay kissing scene, which made it difficult for me to admit to anybody that I'm batting for the other team.
"What's that?" I asked, while my heart was still beating faster than it should have been.
"I keep trying to type in a password but all that comes up is a bunch of dots" she replied. I felt relieved.
"Ahahaha, it's meant to, it's there so people don't see what you're typing"
"Well how the hell am I supposed to know what I'm typing"
"I don't think you're ready for the world of Facebook, mum." I laughed.
"Oh, I can't be bothered with this stupid thing" she said, obviously feeling a bit old for her age. She shut the laptop and went back downstairs.
It's just me and my mum living here now, my sisters and my brother each have their own families and my dad has another fiance that doesn't like me being around. My mum and I get by fine though, she works as a carer for an old man that lives alone in a huge house down the road and I'm studying my A Levels at school; History, English Language and Sociology, all boring subjects.
I grabbed the laptop and turned it back on; I closed down the facebook sign up page and opened up my internet history. I was so glad that she hadn't found out how to look here as my internet history was riddled with different incriminating gay websites, from Tube8's gay section to a picture of Chord Overstreet shirtless, and from Nifty's erotic stories to video's on YouTube of people's coming out stories. I decided the safest thing to do would be to delete all of this and put a password on my laptop. After I'd finished, I took myself downstairs and sat on the sofa while my mum hurried around in the kitchen preparing our dinner.
My phone beeped, I looked down at it and saw that I'd got a text message from my best friend Jack, I smiled and opened up the text to see what it said. 'can I come round yours? i'm bored :)' I laughed at this. Jack usually only texts me when he wants to come round, I like it when he does though, it usually means he'll end up sleeping over at mine. Before you think anything sinister goes on, he's straight, either that or he does a VERY good job at acting the role of a straight guy. When he stays round, I usually just pull out the extra mattress from under my bed and he sleeps on there after we've spent most of the night playing on Halo or Mariokart (childish, but ridiculously competitive). I replied to his text with 'yeah, we've got lasagne for dinner'.
"Mum?" I called out into the kitchen, a few seconds later she burst into the living room with flour on her face (she makes her own pasta).
"What?" she said impatiently.
"Can Jack stay over tonight?"
"Oh.. Er, Yeah, why not. I'm making more than enough Lasagne anyway." At the end of her sentence, she smiled. She loved showing off her cooking skills to anyone that came round, she loved the compliments.
"I'll just let him know then." I said, I'd already text him telling him he could come round anyway, but I knew my mum would say yes, she always does.
About 10 minutes later there was a knock at the door and I got up to answer it. I opened the door and Jack stepped in, he turned to look at me and said "All right?" and smiled.
Jack Dawn was about 6ft tall and also had messy dark brown hair, but his was a natural mess and it was shorter than mine. He had dark brown eyes and a handsome face. I knew he was toned from times he'd stayed over before and he slept in just his boxers. He was more tanned than me and had muscley arms, whereas mine were just normal for a guy my age that didn't play much sport. Jack played tennis at our school and because of this; he was quite popular with the girls as the only thing better than a football player at our school was a tennis player. I had a pretty big crush on Jack, but I was very good at hiding this, but I did occasionally look at his body while he slept.
"Yeah, not too bad, been a bit bored." I replied.
"Well I'm here now, shall we crack open the ol' xbox?" He said.
"Nahh, we can't yet, dinner's gonna be done in 5 minutes, we might as well just wait a while in the sitting room."
"Oh, okay."
We both walked into the sitting room, I sat down and carried on watching Scrubs and Jack poked his head into the kitchen to say hello to my mum.
"Hi Lynne!" I heard him call.
"Oh, hi Jack, dinner'll be done in a sec, you might as well go sit down" I heard my mum reply pleasantly.
Jack came back in the room and sat down next to me on the sofa. There were a few moments of silence before he spoke.
"I didn't really fancy staying at home tonight; my dad was being a bit of a dickhead."
"Oh, it's fine, my mum's always saying you're welcome here whenever." I said. I knew that Jack didn't always enjoy the company of his dad, I couldn't see why though; his dad was a burly man that was always saying how proud he was of his eldest son. I always thought him and Jack were quite similar, yet Jack didn't like being around him. I decided not to ask about it though.
"You know Charlotte? From sociology?" Jack started. I nodded. "She keeps texting me... she definitely wants my dick" he said laughing.
I laughed and shook my head at him, I always did this when he mentioned something about a girl, I couldn't exactly return my thoughts on her because to be honest, being gay, I don't really have an opinion on her like that.
"Oh come on!" he said, "you can't tell me that if she was naked in your bed that you wouldn't do her?"
"Not really," I said "she's got cone-tits" This was true, although she did have a good-looking face, she bent over in front of me once and I saw her boobs, they were small and pointy. I actually felt a little bit ill when I saw them.
"You're so gay!" Jack said shaking his head at me.
"Nahh, I just don't find slags with mosquito bite boobs attractive." I said.
"Yeah... I suppose." Jack said looking down. He always tells me about girls that he would 'do' or that supposedly want to have sex with him. But as soon as he notices I don't approve he seems to agree that the girl isn't 'all that', it's a bit weird that my opinion impacts his choice so much, but that's just how it is.
Shortly afterwards, my mum brought in our dinner and we sat around the table eating and talking, Jack always managed to flatter my mum in some way, whether it was her cooking, or the way she'd done her hair or make-up. After we'd finished dinner, we washed up the dishes and headed upstairs to play Halo.
"You're such an epic fail at this game!" I said to Jack.
"Well I'm used to Call of Duty, okay?!" He shot back.
"Yeah, yeah, you're just crap." I laughed.
"Just play the damn game!"
We played Halo for about an hour before my mum came in and told us that she was going to bed now, which meant we had to give up on the gaming and just settle down for the night. We both went into the bathroom and brushed our teeth. I went into my room and changed into my Pyjama bottoms (yes I actually wear them), threw on a baggy t-shirt and climbed into bed. Jack walked back in, wearing just his boxers, he bent over to put something in his bag, and I couldn't help but glance; it was such a nice bum. He got back up and turned around, for a moment I thought he'd caught me looking, but he just climbed onto the mattress and got under the covers.
"So, how are things with you and Alice?" He asked after I'd turned the lights out. He didn't often ask about my girlfriend, which is what I liked because every time I thought of her there was an uncomfortable feeling that rose up inside me because I knew I was in too deep with a girl I couldn't feel attracted to.
"To be honest, Jack. I need to break it off with her." I replied quietly.
"What?! Why?"
"Well, it just doesn't feel right with her, it's horrible. She's such a decent girl and everything, but I don't feel any spark with her or anything." I said.
"Oh, well. Whatever happens, I'll be here for you to talk to if you need me." Jack said. It was rare that he was sentimental like this. But it was sort of comforting to me, I had a lot of strong feelings for Jack, and stuff like this was like an indication that he cared for me. Even though I knew what he felt for me was nothing more than the feeling best friends have for each other, it was still warming for me.
I decided that the next day I would try and sort the mess with Alice out. I was laying there thinking about how I'd break up with her, and slowly I succumbed to my tiredness and fell asleep.
Jack's Dialogue
"I've gotta say Lynne, you make the best dinners I've ever tasted!" I said to Jason's mum.
"Oh, you're such a charmer Jack, but I'm sure your mum's food is a lot better than this." She replied. "No, seriously, you're an amazing cook!". It was true, Jason's mum was a brilliant cook, and I don't think I ever had tasted food that was as good as hers.
"Oh, you're such a suck up Jack." Jason said and he punched me on the arm. I looked at him, I could tell he was only being playful, but that hurt, 'I'll tell him later' I thought.
"Oh shh, Jason. Just because Jack actually appreciates the meals I cook." Jason's mum said pointedly.
"I do appreciate them!" Jason said "but I'm not going to spend every mealtime saying how you're such a wonderful, beautiful, fantastic woman with amazing culinary skills am I? I'm not too big on incest."
I laughed at this, so did his mum. Jason was probably the funniest guy I know, he's usually a lot wittier, but recently he'd seemed a lot less himself and more, empty. I wouldn't say he was unhappy, but he certainly wasn't himself. But he seemed to be quite cheery tonight.
"So why did you want to stay here tonight, Jack?" Jason's mum asked.
I hesitated a moment and caught Jason's eye. "Err."
"I suppose you were just bored?" she said.
"Yeah, I suppose so." I replied feeling a bit relieved. I could share the reason I didn't want to stay at home with Jason, but I didn't want his mum thinking that I wasn't entirely happy at home. To be honest, I hadn't really told Jason anything other than my dad was being a dickhead. He was being a dickhead, but he wasn't being one intentionally, I was sitting in my own sitting room at home with my dad and we were watching the news, a news story came on about two gay men that were beaten in Manchester, one of the men died and the second was in a critical state in hospital. My dad laughed at this story, which made me quite angry as no way did anybody deserve to be beaten up by low-lives just because they are a little bit different, I didn't voice my anger though as I didn't want my dad to get suspicious and think that I was gay, but it still made me angry.
Jason didn't know this, but I knew he was gay for ages, he never really shows any obvious signs of it, but I've known him for long enough to know that he's not straight. Him and his girlfriend for example, that's a train wreck of a relationship, she loves him to bits, but I can tell that he doesn't feel the same for her, and he's never really taken part in the typical guy banter about sex and stuff. I wouldn't dream of outing him or making him admit it, but I did drop the occasional subtle hint, like calling him 'gay' playfully.
I don't have anything against gay people in the slightest; in fact homophobic behaviour really pisses me off, whenever I hear something like that it makes me think, 'what if it was Jason in that situation'. So you can see why my dad laughing at this news story would annoy me.
I brought my thoughts back to the dinner table and I was almost finished eating. Once we finished me and Jason did the dishes. I was used to doing this, I usually wash up and then Jason dries and puts everything in its right place. After we'd finished we both went up to his room and started playing on the Xbox. After about an hour of playing Jason asked me about whether there was any particular girl I had my eye on at the moment.
"No not really, the girls that like me are too immature. I could do with a real woman, like your mum." I laughed and Jason threw his pillow at me.
"Aww, why not? She's an amazing cook; she doesn't scrub up too bad either. You could even call me dad!" I laughed at my own words. Jason just threw more stuff at me.
"That's disgusting!" He shouted neutrally.
"Well you asked!" I laughed.
Jason's mum walked in and I went red hoping that she hadn't heard me joking about her.
"I'm off to bed now boys, could you keep the noise down now please." She smiled at us. "Goodnight." "Night." Me and Jason said in unison.
She left the room and Jason lunged towards the Xbox to turn it off. After he did this, he turned to me.
"Shall we get ready for bed then?" he said.
"I suppose," I said, I grabbed my toothbrush from my bag and followed Jason into the bathroom. It always made me laugh when we brushed our teeth together because Jason always propped his right leg up on the side of the bath and looked at himself in the mirror. It looked so weird. Although Jason was looking in the mirror, I knew he wasn't being vain; he was always really self-conscious and didn't think much of the way he looked. But I can't see why he's like that, he's a good-looking guy, I'd kill to have some of his looks, I wasn't bad looking, but I always envied his good-looks and the fact that he thought so little of them just made me even more envious.
He finished brushing his teeth and walked back into his room, shutting the door behind him, I knew he was in there changing into his bed-clothes. I just sleep in boxers; if I was at home I wouldn't even wear them. I'm sure Jason was used to seeing me half naked by now, so I just stripped down to my underwear and walked back into his room as he was getting settled in his bed. I bent over and put my toothbrush back in my bag, as I got back up and turned around, I swear I saw Jason looking at my backside, I ignored this and just got under the cover. Was he really just looking at me like that? I know he's gay and everything but I never really thought that he'd look at me in that way. The weird thing is; I'm not even that bothered about it.
I asked him how things are with his girlfriend; I knew this was an easy way for him to open up to me. "To be honest, Jack. I need to break it off with her." He said with an upset tone in his voice. I decided to act dumb to this and acted a bit shocked and asked why. He told me he didn't feel the same way for her as she did for him. I knew this would be the answer, I was wondering how long their relationship would last considering he wasn't really into girls. I knew he was worried about what he should do, and I felt that I needed to say something to comfort him.
"Oh, well. Whatever happens, I'll be here for you to talk to if you need me." I said this in as nice a tone as I could muster. I meant it though; I would always be there for him to talk to, no matter what it was. I'm not sure if he fell asleep after this or not, but I laid there awake for a little while longer hoping that Jason would be able to deal with it all okay by himself. I care a lot for him, I hate seeing him unhappy.
So, I'm planning on posting a chapter at least once a week. Let me know what you think, or whether it's worth keeping the story going, I've got plenty of idea's for the next few chapters and I've got a vague idea of a few big events in the story. But I'm open to suggestions.
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