You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or sex between two males offends you. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in.
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Acceptance
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I was a typical teenage boy. I liked all of the things most typical boys my age were into, girls, games, girls, sports, girls, cars, girls, movies, and did I mention girls! I had dated several girls since freshman year, and I had fooled around with plenty of them, but I had not had sex with any of them.
I wanted to have sex as much as the next guy, but I wasn't interested in a "one night stand." I wanted a relationship. It wasn't until my sophomore year that I found a girl that I really liked and dated steadily. Her name was Janice, and she was beautiful.
I was kind of a big guy, not fat really, but broad and tall. I had always been a big guy. By eleventh grade, I was six foot-one, two hundred and forty pounds. I had a bit of a beer belly, but I looked like a line backer. Everyone always asked me 'why I didn't try out for sports' and although I did enjoy playing sports for fun, I had other interests. I was a geek! I loved chess, choir, band, and drama. I was even in several school plays. Yep. I was a geek, but I was a very popular geek.
I was friends with most of the jocks, and I was always invited to all the big parties. At the same time I had no problem fitting in with the geek crowd either. I stuck up for them any chance I got, and our school was a fairly bully free zone. The goths, the nerds, even some of the outed gay crowd, were all counted as my friends. I was and all around kind of guy. I loved it!
Janice was very special to me. I knew I had strong feelings for her, and she had strong feelings for me. I don't think, however, that we were ever really 'In Love'. Oh we liked each other enough to have sex. We were each other s firsts. We both came from Christian homes, and although we didn't really want to 'wait for marriage.' We both had the opinion that a committed relationship, was about as close as we wanted to get for a while. She was like me and didn't like the idea of just sleeping with the next guy that came along. We just really clicked together and we were the couple of the tenth and eleventh grade.
I also had this best friend. His name was Sylvester. I always called him Sly. We had been best friends for almost four years. Its beginnings are a bit strange though. You see Sly had been the skinny runt that all the neighborhood kids picked on. That was, until I moved into town.
I had been walking through the new neighborhood, just checking things out, when a commotion caught my eye. I was fourteen at the time, but I had already started getting big. I liked to workout on the home gym, and just really liked working out, I know weird huh?
There were three kids about my age or maybe a year younger, none of them as big as me, picking and hitting this small, skinny kid. I started getting mad... I hate bullies. I ran over to see what was going on.
"Hey! What are you guys doing to that kid?"
"Who the fuck are you, dillhole?"
"Yea, mind you own business!!" the tallest of them said to me.
The tall one then grabbed the poor kid again and he cried out in pain, tears streaking his face. His shirt had been ripped and I could see a bruise on his side. That was all I could stand!
I walked up to the first smart mouth, and landed a blow right on his nose. He went down holding his nose. I then spun around and round house kicked the shocked one standing to my left. He spun around and landed face first on ground, not moving. I think I knocked him out. That just left the asshole still holding on to the kid.
He released the kid once he realized what I had just done and I'm sure the look on my face wasn't helping much, because he looked terrified. The small kid fell to the ground, being released, clutching his bruises. The asshole backed away, turned, and tried to make a run for it, leaving his buddies behind. I hate bullies, but what I hate even more are bully cowards! I did a sweep kick to his legs, and he fell to the ground planting his face in grass. I walked up, used my foot to roll him over on to his back, he was still groggy, and I applied pressure with my combat booted foot. He sobered up quick as he doubled up and grabbed at my foot, trying in desperation to relive the pain. He was crying out a bit loudly.
"I guess that hurts then doesn't it?" I lifted my foot slightly and before he had time to get his hands around it, I jabbed down my foot quickly. His cries stopped as he rolled over onto his side, in the fetal position, sucking in air. None of the kids ever messed with Sly again after that.
Sly and me became instant friends. There was always something about him. We just clicked. He was my best friend and I loved him like a little brother I never had. (I was an only child.) We had had so much in common. We both loved all the same things, did most of them together, we even slept over at each others houses on the weekends.
We talked about, well just about everything, especially Sex. When we found some porn mags in his older brother's closet, we would sit for hours reading and looking at the pictures and talk dirty, we never jerked off around each other like some kids did. We were actually kinda shy around each other. We had never been naked around each other before, but I had no problems showering at school around the other guys.
I had the broad chest, tall, muscular thing going on for me, but Sly developed into quite a strong and well toned young man himself. He came over and worked out with me often and he loved to skateboard. Skateboarding was one thing I never had the coordination for. Every time I tried I would bust my ass. Sly however, was awesome!
Sly, at eighteen, was about five foot six, one hundred and fifty-six pounds. He had that skater / swimmers body, with jet-black hair that was always hanging in his bright green eyes and this pale, almost milk colored skin. He was always getting bad sun burns in the summer. He had these funny dimples in his cheeks when he smiled. All the girls thought he was so cute!
I was cool for Sly, because he went from being the skinny kid that everyone picked on, to the cute little guy that was at all the cool parties, and hung out with the cool kids. The biggest benefit for him though was all the older girls that always went, "Aww he's so cute!" at all the parties. No one ever picked on him again.
Sly, unlike me, was a little horn dog and used his new found fame to get it any chance he could. He started at fifteen, with a sixteen year old hottie, and never looked back. He dated a few girls his own age, but he loved the older girls.
He actually had sex before me. We talked about it all though, he always told me how much fun it was and how good it felt. He was always bragging how he lasted a good twenty minutes or more. It was a few months after his first sexual escapades that I started getting serious with Janice, and we had sex for the first time. It was awesome, just as good as he had described, but better I think. Mine and Janice's relationship was more caring then his generally were. Most of his conquests were one-nighters.
It was my senior year, around thanksgiving. Me and Janice had been together for almost two years. Things were good between us, but we both knew that something was not quite right. We cared a lot for each other, the sex was great, and we both remained faithful to one another, but neither one of us could say the "L" word. We had talked about it several times. We knew that at some point, we would have to break it off, but for the mean time, things were great, and we had big plans for prom night. We figured that we would probably go our separate ways when we left for college.
Sly had just turned eighteen and I had turned eighteen over the summer. He was staying at my place one weekend, as we had done for four years, whenever we didn't have dates planned. It was around midnight. We were in my room, in my king sized bed, as always. As usual, we were laying there discussing the week's events. Also as usual the talk turned to our love lives, and sex.
"Did I hear right? Did you dump Kim and go back to Amy again?"
"Yea, what can I say? Amy is an amazing fuck! But that is it, you know... the only thing Amy wants is physical, and that's cool. She could be the perfect girlfriend. I mean she has a hot body, she is smart, popular, great sense of humor, but there is no real emotional connection there. I love sex with her, but I just need more... I'll probably break up with her in a week or two again."
"How many times have we talked about this man? You need to lay off the sex a bit, and just date for a while... find the girl man!"
He was grinning at me, "Man you know me! I want something more, but Sly jr. just keeps getting in the way." We both laughed at that. After a while of just laying there, almost falling asleep, Sly started a conversation that would change me forever.
"Um... hey Josh? You ever have, strange sex dreams? Things of you doing things you wouldn't ever do?"
