This chapter does not contain a lot of sex. I really wanted to set the stage for more.This might seem a little short however future ones will be longer. Thank you for reading.


The bell rang and I set out on a war path to find Austin. I’ve been friends with him since we were in the 1st grade and our friendship has carried on all the way into Freshman year. I turned the hall into the empty wing of the school where I always met him. He wasn’t in the normal spot so I walked down to the classroom that was being redone. I peered inside by looking through the dirt covered glass. What I saw was absolutely disgusting. Austin hugging Gunnar, the school fag. Austin’s tall football player body, with short light brown hair, blue eyes and the personality who could get into anyone’s pants. And yet there he was arms wrapped around the waist of Gunnar, a short geeky guy, with medium brown hair, brown eyes, glasses and freckles. I sat there and watched as Austin’s hand traveled down to Gunnar’s ass. In my mind I was absolutely horrified that my best friend, someone who was practically my brother, wrapped in embrace with a guy.

My body on the other didn’t feel the same way. I felt my dick slowly getting hard and trying to press through my black skinny jeans and up against the wood door. Slowly my gaze turn to the reflection of myself. I saw my black hair that had they style of a buzz cut clinging to the top of my rounded head. My blue eyes that filled with confusions and anger. My puffy lips, and my slim yet fit body tensing up. I turn away and slammed my body back first into the wall. I looked down and my erection became even more apparent.

‘Was Austin gay” I asked myself

All the times we made fun of Gunnar and any other kid that dared to whisper to anyone that were gay. All the mean, hurtful, things that we’ve said. If Austin was gay how did I make feel with everything that I’ve said. Even if he was, did I really care? I mean we’ve survived everything from broken bones and injuries to our teen hearts being broken together.