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Dean and the Big Bad City

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This story is fictional but I like writing in first person. Feel free to comment.


Chapter 1: My New Life​

It was awkward and exciting at the same time. He brushed his hand along my cheek and slowly unbuttoned my shirt before I grabbed his hand. I pulled it down to my waist and he guided the rest of the way into my Levis. He started to rub the outside of my briefs and made his way to the inside of them. He grabbed me by the back of the neck with his free hand and pulled my lips toward his. I was just about to burst until he pulled out his hand and used it to rip off the rest of the buttons. I slipped his snug tee over his head so I could feel his muscular arms and chest. We were both about to take off our jeans when the door swung open.

Coach Miller got fired and I got kicked out. After all, I don’t think it looked that great to my principal or my parents for the coach to be having his way with a student. As if getting expelled wasn’t enough, my parents also kicked me out of the house. I didn’t mind though. I got back on my feet pretty quickly. I used my life savings to hitch a bus to New Orleans.

It was the closest thing to New York for a Mississippi boy. The bus seats were surprisingly comfortable and it gave me enough time to brush up on some lost sleep. I woke up to the sound of the screeching tires braking on the asphalt and the sight of the sunrise peaking through the tinted windows. As soon as I stepped off the bus, I knew I had started a new life.

Chapter 2: My New Roommate​

There was a feeling of freedom that I had never felt but I think it was less than I was expecting. I walked from bar to bar trying to find someone who didn’t check ids but it seemed like every bar was expecting a terrorist attack or something and was on high guard.

As soon as I was about to give up, I stopped dead in my tracks in the middle of the doorway. He was like a reincarnation of James Dean. His name was Mark. He had one hand dangling from the thumb in his belt loop and the other rested on his side holding a cigarette in between his index and middle fingers. His dark blonde, spiked hair perfectly outlined his gorgeous face that had these two piercing brown eyes. And his wife beater perfectly outlined his toned arms.

I almost felt weak in my knees when he looked at me and asked, “You want a drink?”

I stuttered to get out, “Yea, thanks!”

It was my first liquor binge and I wasn’t holding my liquor or my balance that well so he offered to take me back to his place. Who was I to turn it down? After all, I didn’t have a place to stay and I definitely didn’t want to sleep in an alley of a city with one of the highest crime rates in the country.

We arrived at his loft. I still had enough stamina to take off my shirt and straddle his lap. We were down to our briefs when he started kissing me. It was the most intimate experience I ever had and I don’t remember if it was that or the muggy southern weather that gave a mist of sweat to our chests. I lay down on his soft sheets as he frenched my neck. The alcohol kicked in and that was the last thing I remembered.

I woke up to see what I didn’t see last night. The loft was old and dirty and half the wall was a double-door balcony; the kind that overlooks the streets. He was standing in his briefs with a coffee cup in hand, looking over the balcony.

I walked to him as he turned around and noticed I was awake. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and he wrapped his around my waist.

“Good morning,” I said.

He laughed, “It’s almost noon.”

He was twenty-five which was not too old for me but old enough to show me a thing or two. He was also a good age for my first roommate.

Chapter 3: My New Job​

We lounged around after a hot shower. It was great to lay my head in his lap. He was watching the movie while I was watching his eyes. They were these two gorgeous brown eyes that could look straight through me.

“What?” he smirked.

“Nothing… I just like looking at you,” I blushed.

He smiled at me and pulled me to sit up, “Let me look at you, then.”

He stared a hole through me and it gave me an ultimate thrill. He looked for about three seconds and then he grabbed me by the waist and kissed me as soft and as hard as he could at the same time.

I gave into it and kissed him back but I had to stop him, “Wait, wait!”

I pulled away and he looked at me with concern, “Is everything okay?”

“We’re moving too fast. All we do is make out and get intimate… I mean, I’m not saying it’s not great because it is, but you’re the first guy I’ve actually liked and I don’t even know you’re full name.”

He smiled, “All you had to do is say so. My name is Mark Rider Evans. Umm, I’m twenty-five years old and I’ve lived here for about nine years… I never finished high school because I ran away. I work as a DJ at a club some nights and recently, I’ve started developing a crush on my new roommate.”

I blushed, “Well, Mark Evans, my name is Dean Carpenter Smith. I had plans on finishing high school up until yesterday. I’ve never had a job but I’d like one… and by the way, I think I like my new roommate too. Now, you can kiss me.”

I grabbed him by the collar and pulled his lips to mine.

He stopped as if remembering something, “You know, I could probably get you a job at the club. We’re always looking for someone to fill a spot.”

After a few more hours of continual talking, the sun went down and it was time for him to clock in. We walked down the street to this nightclub. It was filled with shirtless men under black lights. It felt intimidating but I tried to block it from my mind. He held my hand and we walked through the crowd to the office. Every now and then, these men would try to dance with me and I was trying my hardest to ignore them.

We finally found the office. It was a pretty big room with dim lighting and a big couch facing the desk that had the name, Max Dawson on it. He was kinda hot and he dressed like a pimp.

I stood behind Mark and he held my hand behind his back, “Hey, sorry I’m late. I have a friend who needs a job if you have any available.”

I walked forward and he stared me up and down. “Alright, go get ready and I’ll figure out what to do with the kid,” he seemed kinda pushy.

“Bye,” I said. “Don’t worry, I’ll see you in a minute,” he assured me and I trusted him. He left and closed the door behind him. It was just me and Max.

He looked at me in a slightly seductive way, “So, you’re eighteen, right?”

I hesitated, “Umm, yea. And some.”

“I think I have something for you. Go backstage and give them this,” he handed me a note.

I looked at him in confusion, “That’s it? You don’t need anything else? I got the job?”

He nodded but I didn’t know what the job was. I walked backstage and handed someone the note. He said his name was Luke and he stared me up and down. I wondered why people kept doing that. It took me by surprise to see him hand me a thong and say, “Go get dressed. I’ll see you out there.”

I suddenly felt more nervous than before. A hunky stripper just gave me a thong and told me to dance with him. He seemed to be a little older than Mark which would make him the second oldest guy to make me sexually nervous.

After twenty minutes of trying to catch my breath, I got dressed and went backstage. I peered out into the audience to try to find Mark. He was working the turntable and didn’t look up so, I thought it was now or never. I walked out on stage toward Luke and he helped me get into the music. I felt awkwardly nervous when another guy, Kevin, walked up behind me. He was about Mark’s age. We were practically dry humping on stage. I kept looking over at Mark till he looked up at me. He was as shocked as I was.

As he stood there with his mouth open, I couldn’t take it so I left. I was crying in the dressing room, the only room without someone having sex or crumping. I felt ridiculous in a thong and was sobbing like some kid.

Luke and Kevin come in as two other dancers take the stage. They walked toward me and tried to console me.

Luke went first, “Hey, are you okay? I know you must’ve been nervous out there.”

Kevin leaned down, “Yea, Max just usually throws the new guys out there. It takes some time to get used to it. We can actually help you if you want.”

I didn’t know what to think. Two strippers were trying to make me feel better? I wasn’t sure if they were the most trustworthy of people so I said the first thing that came to mind, “Thanks.”

“Hey,” I heard Mark’s voice from behind me. I ran toward him and he wrapped his arms around me, “I swear I had no idea. I thought he’d just make you busboy or something.”

Kevin gazed at us, “So, you’re the new boyfriend? Welcome to the club.” I was taken back but at the moment, I just wanted to go home, “Can we go now?” He nodded and kissed me on the head. I got dressed and we walked back home. We sat on the bed looking at each other until I finally opened up. “I don’t know how to feel. Two days ago, I was sitting in Geometry waiting to go home and crash. Now I’m living with an older guy and working at a club as a go-go dancer?” He tried to cheer me up, “Well, I’m not that much older. I should’ve eased you into it. I’m sorry if you’re disappointed in me but I’ll understand if you wanna go back home.”

“That is out of the question! This is my home now. I’ve felt more at home since I’ve been living with you than I ever have. But I have to ask, did you really date that Kevin guy?”

He put his hand on my cheek, “Don’t listen to him. He was a drunken one-night-stand that never got over me. Besides, I let you move in after a night. That’s got to say something.”

I kissed him and he held me till I fell asleep. I finally felt at home.
 
Fiction or not it is nice to read about romance once in a while. Also, how two, coming from the same situations can connect. Keep it up!

Craiger

Great photo lineup as well!
 
This is the second good start to a story I've read this morning. It makes me a happy guy. Well written! And you obviously have a story line to follow and the potential for plenty of hot action. Stay with it and I'm sure lots of readers will keep cuming back for more.
 
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Chapter 4: My New Freedom

It was a hot day. The sun blazed through the open door and the fan barely blew far enough to reach us. I laid over the covers in nothing but a pair of low-rise briefs. I wasn’t asleep but the sun was so bright that it acted as weights on my eyelids. The sheets were soft and I comfortably sprawled across the mattress. I could feel the tan forming on my torso from the sun blazing throught the open balcony door.
The weight was lifted of my eyes as Mark stood in front of the sun. His masculine silhouette was all I saw in front of the clear, blue sky. As he started hunching over me, I could slowly start to see the features of his face, hands and torso. He put one knee on the bed in between my legs and the other blue jean covered leg planted firmly on the ground.

As he started becoming clear, I could make out the sight of an ice cube in his fingers which magnified the light. He slowly bent over and dripped the melting ice cube on my flat white stomach which paled in comparison to his ripped, tan torso of a god. I felt lucky to merely be in his presence.

He slowly rested the cube on my stomach and smoothly glided it up my chest. It left a thin line of water from my neck to my belly button. He put it in his mouth before it melted and pushed his lips down on mine. The heat that our bodies gave off melted the cube in one second. The cold water came flowing from his mouth to mine like a waterfall. It surprised me but it made the intimacy more thrilling.

I grabbed his hair from the back of his head and kissed him too. He stood back up while I watched him in patience. He leaned back down and planted his lips on my stomach and slowly worked his way up the water line. He put his hand on the side of my neck. His touch was firm and sensitive at the same time. He kissed my neck for a good minute with his mouth open and then started nibbling at my ear.

The intimacy completely died after that dreaded knock at the door. It wasn’t a friendly neighbor-like tap; it was a down-to-business bang that could shatter a window. As we jumped up, I put his hoodie on over my bare torso and zipped it right below my chest before finding a pair of gym shorts on the floor to wear. I acted as if I was running from the cops.

Mark just stood up and walked to the door in his faded blue jeans. He handled the surprise better than me… even when the unexpected visitors turned out to be my parents. I knew there was a reason to be afraid.

“What are you doing here?” I asked in fright.

“We had an investigator track you down. We came to bring you home,” my dad looked as if he was about to kill.

“I’m not going. You’ll have to drag me out before I…,” my mom stopped me, “Ok, enough with the dramatics! We did not come here to fight. We came here to apologize and make sure you’re ok.”

“I’m fine,” I said.

Mark stood next to the open door, trying to get a word in edgewise, “Mrs. Smith? I swear I’ve been looking after him. I haven’t let anything happen. I’m Mark by the way.”

He shook my mom’s hand and reached for my father’s but he treated him like a leaper. My mom was always more understanding of my choice. My dad didn’t even know until the whole incident with my coach. He’s the one who decided to kick me out.

“You must be the new boyfriend,” she said with a forced smile.

After my mom stopped the yelling, another face poked in from the side of the door. Penelope was my best friend back home. I hate the word but the best way to describe her would be as my fag-hag. She ran in and gave me a hug before she saw Mark in the corner. She mouthed to me, “So hot!” I silently laughed for a second until I remembered that they were trying to take me back.

“You kicked me out and I’m not coming back,” I put on a straight face.

My mom tried to calm me down again, “Just let us talk with Mark for a few minutes.”

I was about to object until Mark put his hand on my shoulder, “Why don’t you go take your friend out walking or something.”

I looked at them for a second and before I walked out the door with Penelope, I leaned up and kissed Mark. It was just a little more than a peck on the lips but enough to let my parents know how I felt. I walked down Bourbon St. with my and Penelope’s arms locked. I wanted to catch up with her but at the same time, I was anticipating what’s going on with my parents and Mark down the block.

“So, Mark is a hottie!” she started the conversation.

“Yea, he’s great. I’m really falling for him,” I replied, “They’re not taking me home, are they?”

She looked at me more seriously, “I don’t know. The trip here was kinda silent… But, would that be too horrible? I miss you!”

“I miss you too but I haven’t met someone who understands me like he does. I’m actually happy for once. Maybe you should move out here,” I said.

“Well, maybe I will,” she stated.

It was the longest that the walk around the block had ever been. We finally got back upstairs and they were sitting at the table waiting for us. I anticipated the results.

“Sit down,” my dad grunted.

We sat and my mom smiled to comfort me, “We had a long talk and even though it may not be what we want, you’re legally an adult and you have to start making your own decisions. Plus, Mark seems like a good guy.”

I smiled so hard and hugged my mom, “Oh thank you so much. You have no idea what this means to me.”

“But if you’re gonna be living here, I want you to abide by a few conditions. This week, go back to school to finish your senior year. After that, I’d prefer you go to college but that will be your decision. And also, no more of that go-go dancing,” she had to have a say but I was too happy to care about how high she set her standards.

“That was a one time experience that I wish to never do again. I’m a strict busboy now,” I was sure to say the right thing.

“Well… I guess this is goodbye. Feel free to call once in a while. I love you,” she said goodbye and hugged me. My father just looked in disgust and didn’t say a word.

“Bye, Deano,” Penelope smiled and hugged.

“Bye, don’t forget to come visit this summer,” I hugged her back.

As they left, I felt that my world was at peace and I couldn’t wait to live it up. I started back at school the next week and made sure to stay in touch.

The door shut and the sun was setting but we still had some ice to melt!
 
what great characters--- don't make us wait too long for the next chapter
 
ok, this chapter has a big twist so i hope you guys bare with it.

Chapter 5: My New School

I had almost forgotten how it felt to wake up at 6:30 every morning. It was actually kind of refreshing to watch the sun rise. Most mornings, he’d wake up with me and we’d shower together for a while. Other mornings, he was too tired so he’d just lie in bed and watch me get dressed. But every morning, he’d work up enough stamina to get a little intimate at least ten minutes before I left.

The school wasn’t that far from the loft so I’d walk every morning to this big public school. I thought it best to keep low-key since I had a confusing double-life that would be best not to get people involved in. I only told one person right off the bat. Ms. Lynn was the senior counselor and she was the youngest in the entire staff so she was much more understanding than what I expected the other faculty to be like. She kind of struck me as an adult Penelope.

When I told her about my experiences of the previous month, she simply replied, “Aww, that’s so romantic.”

My grades hadn’t been a problem and I already earned 3 scholarships so there wasn’t much work to be done. The only thing I had to do was avoid conversation with any and all of the student body. Counselors had a code of privacy; teenagers had a code of gossip.

Ignoring the other kids would’ve been easier if teachers didn’t find it necessary to pair up lab partners. So, on my first day, I met Bryan. He was kind of cute but he was a little boring.

Things had been easy for a few days and the only thing Bryan and I had talked about was Quantum Physics. But he just had to try to socialize.

“Hey, I need your help,” he was like a lost puppy.

“I thought we finished the lab report…,” I said in confusion.

He cut me off, “No, no, no. There’s this girl and… well, I need a wingman!”

“I don’t know. I don’t know too much about girls. I’ve never really had a girlfriend,” I tried to brush him off.

“All I need you to do is just stand there. I’m too afraid to talk to her alone,” he was practically on his knees.

After trying to get him to go away, I finally caved. After school, we walked to the quad and I was surprised to find Danielle attractive.

He was so nervous that I wanted to shoot him with Cupid’s bow, “Hey, umm… I just wanted to say hey… so, hey.”

She didn’t seem interested but I guess she was too nice to turn him down, “Hey, Bryan. Who’s your friend?”

“I’m Dean,” I tried to keep it low key before I ended up in group therapy with the entire senior class.

“I’m Danielle,” she looked at her watch, “Oh, I gotta go, but I’ll see you later.”

She was looking at me for the entire 10 seconds in which she was trying to brush off Bryan. He kept on and on about how he likes her so much and how he’s destined to be with her but all I could think about is how I was strangely attracted to her. On the way home, I barely noticed him fallowing me straight to my doorstep.

“Hey, my parents aren’t home. I’m not allowed to have anyone over,” I was struggling to brush him off more than Danielle was.

“Oh, that’s cool. I live right down the block anyway; I’ll see you tomorrow,” he finally shut up.

I was so relieved to be home. I ran straight to Mark and kissed all of my negative energy out. Apparently, it was only the beginning of the negative energy to come. The next day started off like the last. But 7th period completely took a turn.

Bryan still didn’t get the hint that I was trying to keep to myself, “Hey. I finally finished that lab report and I had some trouble on the converting but I think I got it… I didn’t know you were gay!”

I almost jumped out of my skin, “What?”

“Well, I saw you kissing that guy at your apartment and I…,” he was exhibit A of why I wanted things low-key.

“I don’t know what you saw but that was kind of personal and…,” I was shocked.

He would not stop rambling, “Oh, don’t worry. You’re secret’s safe with me… my dad’s gay. I won’t tell.”

He rambled a lot but I wasn’t very sure that I should worry about him. He seemed harmless enough. I guess whether I liked it or not, I had a new friend.

I loved lunch at my last school. It was the least confusing class I had. But everything at this school was confusing. I found myself staring at Danielle from across the cafeteria. I was drawn to her like a moth to the light. I kept looking at her brown eyes. Something about brown eyes drove me crazy. She also had this long head of dark brown hair that brushed across her face. I think she might have been a little Latino, which seemed exotic and mysterious. Unlike most teenagers, I was confused by the fact that I had feelings for the opposite sex.

I looked down immediately as soon as I saw her look up. I thought I was playing it cool, eating my lunch until she sat across from me two seconds later.

“Hey, it’s Dean, right?” she remembered.

“Yea,” I tried to keep it short and simple.

“I couldn’t help but notice you staring,” she smiled. She had a beautiful smile.

“Yea, I’m sorry…,” I didn’t know what to say in this situation. I always thought bisexuality was a myth.

She stopped me again with that smile, “It’s ok… I think you’re cute too. Hey, you want to get out of here?”

I should’ve said no, “Umm, sure.”

She led me through this maze of a hallway and we ended up in the auditorium. It was set up for graduation which was only a week away.

“It’s kinda weird how in one week, we’ll be completely on our own,” she tried to make small talk.

“Yea, but I enjoy freedom. It’s not so bad…,” before I could get out another word, she grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled my lips toward hers. I didn’t understand why I wasn’t fighting it. It felt so passionate and spontaneous. It was the way I felt when I kissed Mark.

“I have to go,” I walked away and left her with a confused look on her face.

I didn’t know how to feel. I got home and Mark was waiting for me. I didn’t feel in the mood for a spontaneous ‘honey, I’m home’ make-out session.

“What’s wrong?” he seemed concerned.

I didn’t want him getting suspicious, “I’m fine.”

It was hard to get off my mind but by the time we started eating dinner, I was concentrated on the movie we were watching. The knock at the door didn’t startle me as much as the last one until I actually answered it.

I was wide-eyed, “What are you doing here?”

Danielle was standing in my doorway with those beautiful eyes, that beautiful hair and that beautiful smile, “Bryan told me where you live.”

I turned around to Mark without her seeing him, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Who’s there?” he asked. I didn’t want him concerned, “It’s just a friend from school.” I closed the door and we walked outside under the dark sky. Her face looked even more beautiful under the bright blue moon. “I wanted to talk to you about earlier,” she gazed at me with those brown eyes. I agreed, “Yea, I actually wanted to talk to you too… I’m gay.”

“Yea, Bryan told me,” I knew he’d shoot off his mouth.

“Then you know that kiss didn’t mean anything?” I was confused. She argued, “You may think you’re gay but half the boys in our school are confused about their sexuality too. You kissed me back and I know you felt what I felt.” I did feel it, “This is all confusing to me. I just made it clear with my entire world that I’m gay and now I’m falling for a girl I just met.”

“Good, because I’m falling for you too,” she grabbed me again and went for another lip lock. This time, I didn’t hold anything back. I felt this explosion of emotion and it seemed as if I had discovered women for the first time… but, I guess I technically did.

As soon as I saw Mark standing by the door, looking at us, I discovered the love triangle too.

To Be Continued…
 
Chapter 5: My New School (contd.)

It was another awkward moment in my life. He walked back upstairs and Danielle had to go home. She stayed just long enough to cause a dramatic rip in my life.

I chased him back upstairs and tried to get him to talk to me. He had his back turned to me, facing the balcony. I grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him180. His heart was racing and his arms were shaking. As soon as I touched him, he swung his backhand at me. I knew it was reflex but I couldn’t talk to him like that.

After I tried to get his attention, he felt sorry, “Oh, shit. I swear I didn’t mean to do that!”

His eyes opened wide and he tried to see if I was ok. I turned and lied down on the bed.

“I don’t know what’s happening. This is the worst week of my life. I went from a boring life to living with my first boyfriend and now, I have my first crush on a girl!” I started crying.

He wasn’t mad anymore, “Well, this is gonna be hard on both of us. I understand that you’re confused. I used to have feelings for women and then I suddenly started liking guys. It happens to everybody… I guess it just happened to you in the opposite order.”

“Well, what do I do? I think I like her but I think I love you,” I was completely confused for the first time.

He pulled me sitting up and kissed me, “I know I love you. That’s not reason for you to have to love me though. I know you’re having feelings for her but the easiest way to know what’s going on is to get it all in the open.”

Luckily, that bitch-slap didn’t bruise because the next day, Ms. Lynn made a house call with Danielle, Mark and I. It was awkward at first to literally be sitting in the middle of the love triangle.

Ms. Lynn broke the silence, “Sexuality is very confusing among teenagers. You can choose to suppress it or you can go for it, head-on. Spend some time with Danielle and spend some time with Mark. I’m not saying you should have a boyfriend and a girlfriend at the same time; people only get hurt that way. But, you just met her and your feelings aren’t really clear.” The room was still silent and it was still awkward.

I took her advice and went out with Danielle. We went to a spot by the river and sat on a blanket. She was a sweet girl and I don’t think her intention was to seduce me but it’s exactly what she did. One thing led to another and I was unbuttoning her top. We were making out under the moon and I started kissing her warm chest and then her neck. We ended up having sex and it was my first time to do anything with a girl. It felt great like an all-time high and I really connected with her on an intimate level. But, that’s all we connected on. It was hard to break that emotional barrier after rushing into that.

I made my decision and it was clear that I was bisexual but it was also clear that Mark loved me and I loved him. I wasn’t gonna let sexuality get in the way of that. I told him everything and he thought it was good that I’m discovering my desires and my needs.

Danielle became a good friend and sometimes when I got curious, we’d still fool around or something. But, since she didn’t get pregnant and we didn’t get an STD, of course something else had to go wrong.

It was the day after graduation and Penelope, Mark, and I were packing to go on vacation. I got another dreaded knock at the door. I was thinking of buying a bell and making the people with bad news ring the bell and the people with good news could gently tap the door.

Boring Bryan was standing on the other side of the door with a broken heart.

“Hey, so I guess you heard. I’m really sorry, I never meant to hurt you throughout all of this and…,” before I could finish, Penelope walked up behind me.

“Hey, who’s this?” she smiled.

Bryan’s heart suddenly mended and he was ready to give it out again. His face lit up like a fire, “Oh, hey. I’m Bryan… hey!”

I knew what that stutter meant so I left them alone.

Mark and I decided to go get lunch. It was the first day of summer and the bright walk home seemed to be going great. I saw Danielle standing across the sidewalk and I knew it might be the last time I see her if we go to separate colleges so Mark went home and I went to say bye.

“Hey, I’m glad I found you again. I wanted to say bye just in case we don’t see each other again. And, I guess I wanted to tell you thanks for helping me through all of that crap,” I smirked.

She smiled, “Yea, it was fun meeting you and well…yea,” another guy about our age walked up beside her, “oh, this is my boyfriend, Ross.”

I was shocked, “Oh, hey…umm, I’m Dean, Danielle’s friend…”

“Don’t worry, he knows,” she said.

I was frightened at first until he spoke, “Yea, it’s more of an open relationship.”

“Oh…uh, well it was nice meeting you. And I hope I see you again,” I smiled at Danielle. I was just about to go to sleep until that goddamn door knocked again. I almost didn’t answer. Ross was standing there and personally I was confused.

“Hey... did Danielle send you or something?” I was wondering what he was doing there. “No, actually she told me about you and… well, I think I’m kinda going through a phase and I was wondering if you’d like to…,” he was babbling.

I was still confused, “If I’d like to what?”

“Well, I think I might be gay,” he just had to say it!

I didn’t even bother with it. I just gave him Kevin’s number and told him, “Good Luck.”

He left and I went back to bed with Mark. It felt good to be in his arms again. The high school drama was finally over and I was ready for summer!
 
i have to admit, i dont even like that last chapter. i put too much drama in it and i was trying to get done with it so it does seem a little rushed.
 
i'm writing the next one right now...im not good at ending stories, so expect a few more
 
ok, this next one seems a little fast too but i really like it. it has a big twist that you guys may not like so please tell me what you think; if i should continue after this chapter or not.
 
Chapter 6: My Old Friend​
The summer was coming close to an end and so far, things had been going great. Mark and I were ok. Bryan and Penelope had started going out. And I got a full ride to University of New Orleans. It was no Harvard but it was a full ride.

I had recently become more open with my sexuality and I thought it might be fun to start working at the club again. Plus, I could use some spending money.

I was barely legal and I was the youngest dancer at the club so I brought in all types of older men. But I also got a good share of the frat boys. I specialized in lap dances and I was on high demand.
More than just the money, I loved the intimacy it gave me and Mark. When I was dancing on stage to his music, I’d keep looking over at him seductively. Plus, he got the lap dances for free. Every night when we got home, we were all over each other. I think he liked the idea of being the only guy who got to touch me out of the whole club.

I started a friendship with Kevin and Luke after I got over the stage fright. They were pretty cool and they were great teachers. Plus, Kevin was over Mark so it was no longer an issue. It was a fun job, getting paid to party every night. Max made a deal to double my tips every night which was a g-string full of singles and fives. I was actually happy with my job which seemed weird how I went from being scared of it to being completely open to it.

I was at the top of my game one night until I saw him in the crowd. It was like seeing the resurrection of a ghost that had been dead for 4 years. I ran off stage, jumped into his arms and hugged him tight. He didn’t realize who I was until he looked me in the eyes. Then, he was excited as I was.

Eric was a senior when I was a Freshmen in high school. I hadn’t seen him since he graduated. He was my first boyfriend. We were the only gay guy that the other knew at the time and he was also my first kiss. We made a deal to be friends after that and he had been like an older brother since then.

He hugged me back, “Whoa, what the hell are you wearing?”

He dropped me on my feet and looked at my g-string.

“Oh, well I’m working here now… in case you didn’t notice,” we laughed.

“Yea, I caught on to that. I guess you just caught me by surprise… So, when did you move out here?” he asked.

“Earlier this year… I’m living with my boyfriend,” I smiled.

He smiled back. That’s what I missed about him; his gorgeous, big smile. “So, what’s his name?”

“Mark. He’s the DJ over there,” I pointed to the booth and took him over to introduce them.

Mark seemed a little jealous until I explained who he was. They seemed to get along after that.
“So, what are YOU doing out here?” I asked Eric.

“I go to the University,” he smiled. “I just got accepted there. I guess we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other,” I smiled back. Mark took it well, “So, you’re a senior?”

“Yea, I transferred from USM last year. I had to get out of Mississippi.”

“Sounds familiar,” Mark smiled at me.

Eric looked in my eyes, “I can’t believe I’m seeing you again. It seems like it was yesterday, we were cutting class to go to the reservoir. I guess we’ll be getting in some more trouble just like high school.”

I smiled and looked at Mark. I could tell he wasn’t all that comfortable. Luckily, Eric looked at his watch, “Hey, I just realized that I have to be at a friend’s place.”

I hugged him goodbye and he gave me his number. Mark and I walked home and I could tell my and Eric’s past was getting to him.

He finally said something when we got home, “So, I guess you’re pretty close with this guy?”

“Yeah, he’s like my older brother. He was the first person I came out to and he really helped me get through all the high school discrimination crap,” I tried to explain.

He didn’t seem as pleased as I was, “Well, I guess that’s pretty cool.”

There wasn’t a lap dance that night. It didn’t last long though. He felt better the next day but whenever I brought up Eric or when Eric was around, he kept to himself. I explained that he was being too jealous but he wouldn’t listen to me. I was happy that Eric was around especially since school started not to long after that and I got to see him a lot more. But Mark had become more jealous than I had ever seen him.

I tried to make it up to him one night. I decided to take off for the night and I waited for him to get home.

When he opened the door, he looked at me wearing his favorite band tee with my short briefs. He dropped his bag and slowly walked toward me. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up; I wrapped my legs around him and he took the band tee off me. He ferociously kissed me and I unbuttoned his shirt. He dropped me on the bed and undid the rest of his shirt. I pulled him on top of me and he continued to kiss my neck. He left his hat on and pulled off his pants. He was about to take off his boxers when I stopped him.

He had never had a problem with it before but he knew I didn’t want to have sex. Anal sex just grossed me out and seemed painful. He always got off another way but I guess he was tired of the same-old.

I kissed him again and he pulled away, “Why do you do this to me?”

“Do what? Nicely set up a surprise for you before you get home from work?”

“And then you reject me. We’ve been making out for months and you never even let me do more than fool around,” he yelled.

I was confused and angry at the same time, “Are you seriously pressuring me for sex? I never suspected you for the type!”

I got up and put on my clothes. I started toward the door because I couldn’t deal with him. He shouted at me, “Yea, that’s right. Go running to your little frat boy.”

I didn’t reply; I just slammed the door. I wasn’t mad that he accused me of going to see him; I was mad because that was where I was going and I hated that he used that against me. He figured I was gonna go do something with Eric that I don’t do with him though.

I knocked on the dorm door. He came to the door without a shirt. I was used to seeing him like that so I didn’t think anything of it.

He smiled in surprise, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing, I just needed someone to talk to,” I forced a smile.

He let me in and we sat on his bed facing the wall. I let out a long story about how Mark and I met and how he had lately been harder to deal with.

“It’s like I can’t even talk to him anymore. He gets so jealous sometimes… he even hit me once, but I don’t think he meant to,” I felt like I was in high school again when I would go running to Eric and confide in him about some fight I got in with my father.

“You shouldn’t have to put up with that. I know you and you’re a fighter,” he smiled at me.

“… I miss that,” I looked up at him.

“What?” he asked.

I smirked, “That smile; you always used to cheer me up with one smile.”

“Well, you make me smile… You know, that night at the club, I suddenly felt like it was high school again when I looked in your eyes… I never really got over you,” it surprised me.

“I used to think about you all the time after you graduated,” I admitted.

He moved in for a kiss and I wanted to kiss him to but I couldn’t do that to Mark so I pulled away, “I’m sorry, I can’t.”

I walked home and went to sleep. Mark was already in bed so I snuggled up to him. In the morning, I woke up to find him looking at me, “Where did you go last night?”

I hesitated, “I went to talk to Eric. That’s all we did.”

“I don’t want you to see him again,” I couldn’t believe what came out of his mouth. “Excuse me? Are you really telling me what to do?” I looked at him in disappointment. He was no longer the cute guy I fell in love with after I ran away. “I can’t do this anymore,” I said.

I walked toward the door and he pulled me from behind. He slammed me on the wall and threatened, “You walk out that door and don’t bother coming back.”

I pushed him off and packed my bag. I was no longer gonna be the submissive little boy-toy that he was used to walking all over. I left and never came back.

I realized that what I was missing was Eric. There was never something that I couldn’t tell him. I rushed up the stairs and banged on the door of his dorm. He answered without his shirt again and this time, I went for him instead of brushing him off. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and stood up on my toes. His kiss felt like more than just those steamy make-out sessions that I had with Mark. Eric had these huge muscles and he wrapped them around the small of my back, pulling me up to his eye-level. His lips were soft and warm. He laid me on my back and I rolled him over on his. We kissed until night. After we were out of energy, I laid my head on his bare chest, looking at the ceiling.

“I should’ve never left you,” he said in a soft, relaxed voice.

“The wait made it all the better,” I snuggled closer.

I felt like I was back in high school. I used to snuggle up to his chest when I was sleepy and we’d just fall asleep in his car like we were now. He always knew how to make me feel safe.
 
I really enjoy your story and it's so awesome that you have a gallery of how each character is supposed to look like. :gogirl: Eric is super hot and caring. I'm hoping Dean will go back with him for good! Please keep continue this story as long as you can because us readers are really enjoy your writing and hope it won't be too much if I ask you to write longer for each chapter. (!) :=D: :=D:
 
Chapter 7: My New Boyfriend

The day was stormy and sleepy. I could barely open my eyes when Eric kissed me goodbye and headed to the door.

“Where are you going?” I woke up a little more.

He looked back, “I gotta get to class. I’ll be back in about an hour.”

With all the excitement, I forgot about school. I didn’t have any classes that day anyway so I just laid in bed, trying to get back to sleep but I couldn’t. I just stared at the ceiling thinking about everything. I thought that maybe Eric and I should’ve never broken up in the first place. Maybe if we stayed in touch and saw each other as much as possible, I would’ve never gotten kicked out for being with my coach. Then I wouldn’t have gotten in that train wreck of a relationship with Mark.

You see, Mark was a drunken Saturday night party full of loud rap music and flashing disco lights that led to a non-stop head ache the day after. And as much as I gave him, he wanted more. It was never enough for his over-sized drunken ego. It just took me way too long to realize that.

But Eric was completely different. He was a bright, lazy Sunday morning when you wake up to the smell of coffee. He was like sleeping late in soft sheets after taking a warm, cleansing shower the night before. He was the dawn sun reflecting off stained glass windows; the kinda guy you wanna snuggle up to real close on those mornings.

That’s what I was attracted to since the beginning. The first time I saw him, he was running down the middle and making the winning touchdown of my Freshmen year. It was my first football game to attend and I had only heard of the golden-boy quarterback.

Penelope was cheerleading and was supposed to be my ride home until she decided to plan a last minute slumber party with the squad. It was before anyone ever knew I was gay and I got a lot of grief for being best friends with a cheerleader.

“I’m sorry but all the girls are really excited about it and they pulled me in at the last minute,” she tried not to feel guilty, “Wait, Eric can give you a ride.”

I had no idea who he was but when he heard his name and turned around, he looked me straight in the eyes. It seemed like time slowed down when he walked over. I went from being pissed and angry to shy and silent.

“Who needs a ride?” he asked Penelope.

She introduced us, “This is my friend, Dean and he needs a ride. I told him I’d take him home but something came up. Do you mind?”

“No, it’s fine. I’m Eric,” he shook my hand with his soft but firm grip.

I couldn’t say anything. I looked up almost a foot into his eyes and I stopped breathing for a second when he smiled at me.

His car warmed me up from the autumn weather right away. His soft letterman jacket occasionally brushed my arm and I tried not to sigh.

The 10 second silence was broken when he asked me, “So, are you a Freshmen?”

“Umm… yeah, it’s my first year,” I said under my breath.

He looked at me, “Well, trust me. It gets better. Nobody’s Freshmen year is the best.”

“Yea, I know what you mean,” the conversation went on like that for awhile until he dropped me off.
“Well… thanks again,” I said.

“Anytime,” he left.

I was infatuated. He wasn’t like the other football players who I had only had occasional run-ins with. He was generous and sensitive while the rest were cocky and perverted.

It was about a week later when my grades started to nose-dive and my dad ordered me to stay after school for tutoring. I thought it a drag until I walked to my assigned table. Eric was sitting there waiting for me. I suddenly couldn’t wait to learn about earth sciences.

“Hey, how ya been?” he actually remembered me.

“Pretty good… but then again, I guess not since I’m here,” we laughed.

His smile relaxed me, “Well, let’s get started.”

The way he explained everything was so much easier to understand. I don’t know if he taught it better or if he caught my attention better. I think I wanted to impress him with intelligence so I decided to listen to him which came pretty easily. It was like everything clicked. I immediately started making better grades.

He started driving me home after tutoring and one day, I invited him in, “Hey, if you have some time to kill, would you like to come in?”

“Yea, I got some free time,” he came in and we went to my room.

I turned on the radio and Our Song by Taylor Swift was on. He looked around and then turned his attention to me, “So, how’s the whole Freshmen thing working out?”

“Well, it’s ok I guess,” I replied vaguely.

“Met any cute girls?” he asked.

“Not really… I’m not sure I’m interested,” I said.

He smirked, “Yeah, the girls at school aren’t exactly the most mature.”

“Well, it’s not that…” I hesitated.

“What?” he seemed confused.

I worked up the courage, “Well, I… I think I might be… gay.”

He looked at me with surprised face, “Wow. There’s nothing wrong with that. I mean, a lot of guys are gay.”

“It feels weird though. I mean, I see this guy everyday and I start feeling weird around him… like I like him or something,” I tried to explain.

“Well, have you told anybody?” he asked.

“You’re the first person I’ve felt comfortable talking about it with. I mean when I’m around him, it’s like…” he leaned over me and kissed me before I could continue. It was a soft kiss on the lips that lasted for about 3 seconds. Our eyes were closed and he lingered before he slowly lifted his lips off mine.

“I know what you’re going through. I feel that way around you too,” he softly said to me.

I looked at him with my wide eyes and speechless, slightly gaped mouth. I couldn’t believe that it had happened; the thing that I had been fantasizing about. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that he felt like I did about him. So, standing in the middle of my room, I was looking into the gorgeous, piercing eyes of the school’s quarterback and listening to Our Song.

“I’m so glad you did that. I didn’t know how to tell you,” I smiled.

He slowly kissed me again. He took it by steps. First, he slowly closed his eyes while leaning down to me and putting his hands on my waist. Then, he softly rested his lips on mine while I closed my eyes and held my hands behind his neck. We slowly moved our lips around; our mouths were slightly open but there wasn’t any tongue.

This time it lasted for a good 15 seconds. When we stopped, I looked in his eyes and then rested my head on his warm, soft chest. He held me closer and whispered, “I told you that high school gets better.”

I smiled and we laid on my bed. We just lied on our sides looking at each other and occasionally pecking each other on the lips. It was completely relieving to bare our souls to each other.

“You have a gorgeous smile,” I said softly.

He smiled gorgeously, “You have a gorgeous everything.”

“I’m glad that we met. I don’t know what to do when I want to talk about it. It’s like having leprosy except I can’t talk to anyone,” I gazed at his eyes.

He gazed back, “Well, now you CAN talk. I’ll always be here for you to talk about whatever you want.”

I smiled in comfort.

After a while, I fell asleep in his arms and he kissed me on the forehead. I was sound asleep until an hour later, when we woke up to the sound of the key turning in the door. We jumped up and I walked him out.

My mom stopped us on the way down, “Who’s this?”

“Hi, I’m Eric,” he introduced himself.

“He’s my tutor,” I walked him to his car and he kissed me goodbye without anyone seeing.
Each day got a little better after that. When I’d see him in the hall, we’d smile at each other for a split second and he’d drive me home every day. I’d slowly slide my hand over his while he shifted gears and he’d hold my fingers in his firm, soft hand. When we got to my house, we’d sit in his car for about an hour and just talk.

I remember cuddling up with him in his bed. It comforted me to be in his room because it was like he was opening up to me. There was nothing we couldn’t say to each other. We were lying in his bed when I realized that he was going to graduate soon.

“What are we gonna do?” I asked. He looked puzzled, “About what?”

“Well, you graduate in like a week and we’ll be hours apart. I might not see you again,” I frowned. He looked at me with a straight face, “I hadn’t thought about that.”

“You’ll be miles away and I’ll be alone. What are we gonna do?” I worried. “Maybe… maybe we shouldn’t see each other then. I mean, I know how hard long-distance relationships can be and I don’t want to do that to you,” he said. I started to cry, “Well, then maybe we should just stop now. I need to learn how to get along without you.”

He understood and after he dropped me off, we didn’t look at each other in the hall for the rest of that week. It was surprisingly easy but I had to wish him goodbye. After his graduation, I waited for him at his car. It was silent for about five minutes until he arrived and we sat inside.

“I know we agreed to stop seeing each other but I couldn’t let you go without saying goodbye,” I looked in his eyes.

He looked back, “I didn’t expect you too.”

He smiled and drove me home one more time. Before I got out, he stopped me, “Dean… One day, we’ll meet again.”

He kissed me. It was the most passionate kiss i had ever felt with Mark or any other guy. I looked in his eyes, “I love you,” I said.

He looked back and didn’t say anything. I got out and didn’t see him again until that night at the club.

So, after remembering everything, I finally got to sleep. I was awakened an hour later when he laid in bed next to me. I curled up and put my head on his chest. He kissed me on the head and whispered in my ear, “I love you, too.”
 
This story is being posted so fast. I'm certainly enjoying it, but don't burn yourself out. We want to see where this goes. And with all the twists it's already taken, I'm not going to even try to guess.
 
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