Chapter One

(there's a first page here, if my friend will ever give it back to me.)

"Uh, nothing that I know of. Probably just some homework." I replied sheepishly.

"Oh, do you need a ride home?" Wow.

"Uh, sure."

"Gentlemen," Vargez interrupted. "Talk again you'll be spending the next few days here with me." It was Friday, and she wasn't kidding. If she wanted, she could make us come on Saturday and Monday. She could keep us there fore the rest of our lives. Luckily the situation wasn't that bad. But, this kid just asked me if I wanted a ride. I had a much larger issue to deal with than Mrs. Vargez's issue with us talking. I mouthed a Thank You to him. And he winked at me. Chase Anderson actually winked at me! Oh my God! I was going to die.

"Sorry," we said in unison.

Thirty more minutes of torturous detention with "Vargie," as we liked to call her and the thoughts in my mind raced like a pack of Buffalo in the wild. When the bell rang, I jumped like sugar plums on steroids because I was dozing off.

"It's just the bell, dude," Chase said to me… to me!

"I know," I replied apologetically. I went to my locker, rolled the combination and it popped open. Rummaging through my books and my thoughts at the same time, a pair of smaller feel walked up behind me. I looked up a little and I was staring into the crotch… of Chase Anderson. Beautiful. Awkward; but beautiful. All of that blond hair on his head, his thin, boney face, those true blue eyes.

"You got to be anywhere special," he asked.

"No," I replied.

"You like role playing?" Wh-wh-what?! Did he just ask me if I liked role playing? I've never had a straight guy ask me that.

"Sorry?"

"Role playing games." Oh, video game wise.

"Oh, yeah, sure, why?"

"I got this new game that I want to try out; thought maybe you might want to come over for a little while."

Wow, that was pretty blunt for someone I just met. "Not for anything, Chase, we've never hung out in our lives, never even spoken to each other. Why now," I asked.

"Well, I mean, I've seen you around before, I've noticed you. And I'm always looking for new friends." So I figured what the hell? You know?

"Yeah, sure. Alright if it's okay, I'd like to work on my homework a little."

"Yeah, sure," he reassured. We walked out of the school and got into his car. He was a junior and already had his license. He drove a Volvo V-70, my dream car. This was absolutely perfect, any who, the trip to his house was only about five minutes.

His house was a nice and average house. Nice white sided house with a pleasant brown roof. Nice little lawn out front, very green. The door was a nice blue, too, not quite the true color of his eyes.

"Here we are," he said.

"Nice house," I replied. I grabbed my math books and followed him inside. The inside of the house was very pleasant. Not laden with marble or anything like that, like I had expected. It was very contemporary and melodic; two floors.

He brought me up to his room, where his Sony Play Station was. His room was an absolute mess, like mine. I LOVE IT! It's quite difficult to see what color the floor is in my room. He got the game out from under his bed and loaded it into the Play Station. The console kicked on and he began to play without saying a word. I sat on the bed with my math notebook on my lap. Although it's kind of hard to do math homework you've got this hot hunk of lean meat sitting if front of you, playing a Play Station game like no one's business.

Alas, a question on the homework I didn't understand. I thought maybe he might understand what was going on. "Hey Chase," I said, "Do you get math at all?"

"Yeah, a little, why?"

"I need help with the problem. I have to factor f(x) x2 -2x -2…"

"Oh, I LOVE this stuff," he paused the game than sat next to me on the opposite side of the bed. He pointed at me, "Okay, so, here's moron, so this equation…" I smacked him, he hit me back.

I punched him, "Asshole." He decided to jump on top of me and hold my hands down. He opted to stop the rough housing; we were still laughing, and sat down on me. Immediately, he sprung back up…

"DUDE," he exclaimed. A shroud of embarrassment came over me. I could feel the chunks rising in my throat. I was going to be sick; I was hard as a rock. My dick was a British soldier on high alert and Chase Anderson was sitting on him. What the fuck, mate?

I tried my hardest to push him off of me, pushing on his chest. Either I wasn't strong enough, or I was fighting a losing battle. He looked at me, with a content and satisfied look on his face. He was absolutely beautiful. Those eyes just pierced right through me. He leaned into me, my heart pounding. I've never done this with another guy before. I've never done this with anyone before, much less a guy. He came a little closer. Thoughts raced through my mind. Is this okay to be doing with a guy I just met? Is it okay to be doing it at all? But I wasn't about to stop him. All this time I was imagining kissing him, not it was actually happening.

He laid his soft sweet lips gently on mine. He kissed me slowly… Chase Anderson, letterman jock, athlete of the week, straight "A's", number three in the class Chase Anderson was gay, and he was kissing me. Oh, fuck that, he had an interest in me! That was enough for me. He tasted like a mix of sweet vanilla and mint. His lips were soft and gentle. He gently slipped his tongue into my mouth; I freaked out and with all my might, pushed him off. "I can't handle that!"

"I'm sorry," he said, sounding genuine and angelic. "I just thought… I'm sorry." His face turned beat red. I felt like such an asshole. It was something I wanted more than anything in the world, and I freaked.

"Don't be," I said, "It's not you, it'; it's me." Was I a fool, or what? Don't answer that. How could I just let this slip through my…

I went for him. I jumped on top of him and laden him with all the kisses I could. Jumping like a tiger on its prey. I totally had him in my grasp. I slipped my tongue in his mouth; I had no idea what I was doing. I kind of was imitating what I saw on the porn that I downloaded late at night. You know, when my parents went to bed. Getting back to the issue on… no, in my hands. He tasted like vanilla and mint again, and the feeling was absolutely amazing. I could feel a swelling in my groin. I got so hard it began to hurt. I crawled on top of him and continued to kiss his sweet soft lips.

Chase began to reach under my shirt and massage my nipple. Now that was amazing. I had to take my shirt off, so I did. He kept massaging. I started to kiss his neck and the moans that came out of this boy's mouth got me even harder. A door slammed!

I quickly attempted to don my shirt and he went back to his game. The footsteps creped up the stairs, and, oh, no, my shirt got stuck! Shit! The door opened.

"Hi Chase," his mother said. Thank God I finally got my shirt on.

"Hey, Mom, this is Ryan," he pointed to me, "Ryan this is my mom." She could see something up going on. This lady wasn't stupid, I could tell. I would say she was about early forties, beautiful bold hair with dark low lights and eyes, royal blue eyes that went right through you. She was tall and thin and very much in shape; every lesbian's dream.

"Hi Ryan, nice to meet you," she said.

I extended my hand, "How do you do?"

"Fine thanks," she was very poised. "Dinner's at six, C.B." C.B.? Who the fuck is C.B.?

"Fine with me," he was still playing his game.

"Cool. Uh, nice to meet you Ryan, and I'll see you guys soon," and with the she left and went downstairs.

"I really should go, I have homework to do," I said as I got my things together. I was nervous and embarrassed and angry all at the same time. Feelings I never felt for anyone before. At least none like these. Why now? Now is not when I needed this.

"Are you sure, you can stay for Dinner…" he stopped me.

"Yeah," I replied, "my mother is probably worried about me."

"Alright, I guess I'll see you tomorrow." I winked at him; he winked back! I left the house saying goodbye to Mrs. Anderson, trying to be respectful; as my mother always taught me, she smiled politely at me.

That night, I was sitting in my bed, hunched over Chemistry equations. But I would get no work done. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened today. The look on his face, the way he smiled at me, or kissed me. Anyway, needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night, either.