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Do not read this if you are underage, homophobic, or against relationships between teens.
Thanks to Luke for inspiring me and allowing me to use his name. Thanks to everyone whose name I used.
Note: This is fiction and all the character in the story are mostly made up. Some names may be real but their lives are fiction. Anything that can or may relate to someone out there is purely coincidental and of my imagination. Thanks to all the readers. I hope I do not bore you with Eric's life. All comment are welcome. Mail to lil_ngel@hotmail.com
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Winter Dreams Part 1.
It was a snowy Thursday evening in New Rochelle, NY. The trees were shivering from the cold or were they? No, it was just an optical illusion, for the wind was blowing against the trees. It was a bitter Arctic wind, crisp enough to freeze the droplets of moisture in Eric's breath. Eric was a 17 year old student at St. Peters, a well known private school. He wasn't really into religion but his parents felt that it would be the best choice for him. Eric was of Asian descent. He stood 5'4'', a little short compared to the towering American boys here. He had brown eyes set with a pale complexion. His lips were a bit pouty, but not too feminine. He had straight black hair with all over red highlights. He was slim, about 115lbs., a bit too "skinny" his parents kept saying. Eric was walking home from school that day. He stayed late helping Ms. Calendar rearrange her files. It was about 7:00pm and Eric was walking home alone. Eric finally reached the front door of his house. He shuffled in his backpack for his keys but he couldn't find them. His gloves were in the way. He took off his black gloves and exposed his hand. With his slender fingers, he reached into his bag and fumbled around for a sec. Jackpot! He got the keys. Eric opened the door and stepped inside and shut the door.
"Mom, Dad, I'm home."
As usual, his parents were at work. Safe from the cold, he took off his hat, which caused his long bangs to tumble into his eye. He brush them aside and took off his coat. He took off his boots exposing his small feet. He then walked into the living room and plopped on the couch. He turned on the T.V. with the remote and flipped through the channels. Realizing that nothing good was on, he turned it off. He was a bit hungry so he went into the kitchen to find something to eat. Searching through the fridge, he found some leftover chicken and put it in the microwave. The food was going to take a few minutes so he turned on the radio to hear the news report. "The low pressure system coming in from Canada will be moving quite slowly so we might see more snow until Sunday evening..Blah Blah." "Ding Ding Ding" The food was ready, so he got up and took the food out. Not realizing the plate was hot, he grasped the plate. "Ouch" He pulled back his hand. His hand was burned. He ran cold water over it and forgot about the food. He went up into his room. Eric decided to take a shower so he stripped. His body was lean and showing signs of muscle from his workout. Eric decided to work out this year just for the heck of it. His had no hair on his chest. His legs were toned from running. There was a faint trail of hair from his navel to his groin. Eric had pierced his navel a few years ago. His pubic hair was getting long again and it was time for a trim. His three inch meat hung limp over his balls. His balls were close against his body from cold. Eric shivered and his butt jiggled slightly. Eric ASSets weren't big, nor were they flat. It was just right for a good squeeze. He walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Eric looked into the mirror. "Gosh. I'm getting all pimply again." Eric's bangs were past his eyes. He decided to let them grow. "My chest is so flat," he thought. He went back into his room and fell on his bed. He was exhausted from the days work. Plus, he didn't get enough sleep last night. Eric eyes were slowly closing. He was falling into a slumber. He fell asleep. With that, Eric was slowly emerging in his dream...
I was at the field at school. I had after school track practice. The track team was practicing for the championships. A guy was running past me. He was a blond, gray eyed hunk. Well, that hunk was Luke, the championship runner of the school. Luke looked back at me and smiled. I tripped and fell into the grass on the side. "Dammit" I thought. Now I look like a fool. I got back up and went to the bench's and sat down.
"Coach. I'm taking a break," I yelled out.
Luke was finishing his lap. I stared at Luke. I had a crush on Luke since freshman year and now I was a junior. God he is cute. Those muscular legs... Luke finished his lap and stopped rite in front on me. All of a sudden, he bent down. He was tying his laces and his butt was rite in my face. I got a sudden hard-on. "OMG" I thought to myself. I kept on staring at Luke's butt. But all of a sudden...
"Ahhh!!!!" Everyone turned and stared at me. I got all red and turned around to see who scared me.
"Hahaha" someone laughed.
It was Carlos, my best-friend. I had known Carlos for more than 6 years now. I first met Carlos in the fifth grade. One day in class, Mrs. Jones said:
"Everyone, we have a new student in class. His name is Carlos Fuentes. He just came from Puerto Rico so everyone please welcome him. Carlos. You may sit next to Eric. Eric, raise your hand so Carlos would know where to sit." I raised my hand, and he got the idea and walked towards the desk and sat down.
"Hi. I'm Carlos," he said while smiling.
"I'm Eric."
Mrs. Jones was beginning her class.
"Students. Today's lesson is fractions." I cringed at the though of it. Uck. I hated fractions. She handed out the papers and told us to begin working. I was on the first question for about five minutes trying to figure everything out. I looked at Carlos's paper and he was halfway done. OMG! A math whiz. Carlos looked at me and said innocently,
"Do you need help?"
I thought he was bragging of course but I accepted the offer.
"Yep."
He showed me how to do it and it was really simple really. All I had to do was find the lowest common denominator and make sure both equations had it.
"Thanks Carlos."
"No problem. That's what friends are for," and he giggled.
I smiled at the thought that we became friends because of a math problem.
"Hey wanna come to my house after school," I asked him.
"Sure," he smiled.
That was the start of a long friendship. Back to the story... Carlos had snuck up on me while I was busy with other matters and scared the hell out of me.
"Why the hell did you do that for you ass. I can't believe you. I'm not talking to you anymore."
"Aww. Don't be a cry-baby. Hey, you should've seen yourself. You would have laughed too." I fixed my gaze on Carlos and gave him the "I'm going to kill you" look.
"Ok ok. I'm sorry. Geesh. Take a joke will yah."
"Take a joke. Luke thinks I'm a total ass now."
"Who cares about the pretty boy. It's not like he is going to like you. He's the ladies man remember. He has probably had all the girls in the school."
"So what. I still like him," he resisted. I glanced over at Luke to see that he was talking to...ugh.Alicia Harding, the most popular girl in school. Alicia is the most stuck up bitch in the world. Just because her parents are rich, she feels that she has the right to be higher than everyone else in the world. I would love so much to slap her. I smiled at the thought of that, but my happy daydream was interrupted.
"Hey. Can we get something to eat? I'm starving" Carlos bugged Eric about how he was hungry and he wanted something to eat now.
"Fine" I then got up. "Wait for me. I gotta change."
"You better do it quick." Carlos snapped back. I told the coach I was going to leave. I went into the locker room. I stepped up to locker number 2781, and opened it. I took out my clothes and began to change. I had just slipped my shirt over my head and it wasn't completely off yet, when I felt a blow to my abs. I kneeled over in pain. I then felt someone grab me and push me against the lockers.
"You f*cking queer," the person said.
"You like sucking cock don't you." I felt a hand grab my balls and I felt a sharp pain.
"Ahhh," I screamed out in pain. "Get the f*ck off me you bastard." I tried to struggle but my freaking shirt was in the way. I couldn't even see my assailant. I then felt another blow to my stomach and I just flat out fell down. I was in so much pain I couldn't even get up.
"Get the fck off him Chris." I heard a familiar voice. "What the fck are you doing?" he heard the guy say.
"I'm just teaching this queer a lesson," Chris snapped back.
"Leave him alone or I'll hafta beat your ass."
"Oh. The ladies man is sticking up for a f*cking queer. Wait `till I get this all around school."
He shouldn't have said that `cause the guy grabbed Chris by the collar and start to bang his head into a locker. "Boom Boom," I heard.
"Stop it man." Chris felt something trickle down him face. "F*ck I'm bleeding."
"Will you keep your big mouth shut or am I going to have to beat you up some more?," the guy asked. Chris didn't say anything. He let out a gasp. The guy had punched Chris in the abs and he was in pain.
"Are you going to shut your mouth?" The guy asked again.
"Fine. Just let me go. I won't say anything I swear." The guy let Chris go and he ran out the locker room.
"Hey dude. Are you alright?" The guy was talking to me. I slipped my shirt off and looked at him. "OMG!" It was Luke.
"He got you really bad." I looked into Luke's face. God he is gorgeous. He stood up for a guy like me. Wow. I then felt two hands on me.
"Here. Let me help you up." Luke lifted me up and he sat me down on the bench. I clenched my stomach.
"I'll be fine. It's nothing."
"You sure about that?"
"Yeah. I'll be fine" I cringed. They guy got up and went to his locker right next to mine. He took off his shirt. I gasped. The guy was gorgeous. I wanted to suck on Luke's nipples. The though of that got me hard again.
"Aren't you going to change"
"Oh yeah." I put on a clean shirt and slipped my pants on.
"You should be careful next time. He could have really hurt you."
"Thanks for helping me out," I said as I zipped up my pants.
"No problem," Luke replied.
"Hey. I'm going to catch a bite right now. Wanna come? My treat." I hoped that Luke would say yes. I crossed my fingers behind my back. Luke looked at me and thought for awhile.
"Sure. Why not." Luke finished putting on his clothes. "Shouldn't you finish dressing?"
"Oh yeah," I said again. I felt like a total fool for having to let Luke remind me. We both went out the locker room together. We walked out of the school and Carlos was waiting for me.
"What the hell happened to you? You look like a mess," Carlos said.
"Its nothing. Lucky Luke was here to help out. Oh yeah, he's going to come with us. Is that alright?" I stared at Carlos and gave him the "you better say yes" look.
"Sure..Why not." Carlos then laughed.
"Hey where yah guys going?" Luke asked.
"I know. Lets go to Taco Bell," Carlos said with a smile. Oh no he didn't. He knows I hate that place. You get sauce all over your face and its embarrassing.
"I am going to kill you," I whispered to Carlos.
"Nah. You won't do that to your buddy," Carlos said with a laugh.
"Hey. Why don't I drive you guys." Luke offered.
"Sure," Carlos said.
"I'll be right back," he said. He then walked to the student garage. While he was gone Carlos was beginning to get worried about me.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine. Just got bumped by this guy in the locker room."
"Do you know who it was? I'll beat the crap outta him."
"Nah its ok. Plus Luke already taught him a lesson."
"Is that so.." Carlos trailed off.
Then we just broke out laughing like no one's business..
End of part one.
I hope you liked the story. It'll get more interesting. I promise. Hehe. Stayed tuned for Winter Dreams, Part 2.