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*** Him - TRUE STORY***
Chapter 1
"Hi Kam."
He said as he walked up to me. Let's just call him 'A', shall we? He stood at almost 6 feet, a couple of inches taller than my own 5.6 feet frame. A well developed teen body that fit his height perfectly. His hair was black and was always perfectly styled and I mean always. One might think he kept it frozen at all times, then again, they'd probably be right...he was one of those people who always obsessed over things like these. He had an angelic face, a sort of square jawed one...that really lit up when he smiled. His skin was pimpled like every other teen thanks to puberty, but I was glad he had them, that way I could be sure that he indeed was human. Not that they made him look any less, hot? Cute? Sexy? ...Keep going you'll get there.
It was just the sight of him that was enough to make me shudder. Every single time he looked at me made me feel 'special' and then he looked at others and again make me feel awful again. He smiled one of those smiles that made one of those crescents on his face that only some of the famous models have. If he ever read this description (which I'll make sure he does) he'll blush like he always does on times that just makes you stop and take notice. Actually, saying that I 'fell for him' would be calling Godzilla© a little harmless lizard.
It wasn't until a few months ago that he learned about the incredible obsession that I had with him. Actually, I told him...I had been asked out by this really cute girl at school during our summer vacations and I turned her down, it all happened on the phone but once school started I found out everyone knew about it. 'A' had too, he asked why I'd turned her down and I made up some lame excuse, but then I just decided that if I were ever going to come out I'd have to start now. I decided that 'A' would be the first one, when I finally made up my mind; I thought 'what the heck' and also told him about my gargantuan crush on him. I had picked on some hints, which by my gaydar, made me suspect that he could be gay. Needless to say, he wasn't...even bi or bi-curious. It was just my damn luck...why do I fall for the wrong guys, every single time. He then became one of those guys that were, 'See... don't touch'. At some point he stopped even touching me casually, he said, "I don't want to catch it." (God! I hated him that day) But he said it in one of those tones of voice that sounds 'I'm just joking, but in case I'm not...'
It didn't last all that long though; he came in terms with my sexuality. I guess it took a lot of persuasion on my part but it was all worth it. Yaay! It's one less homophobe, one less person to come out to and one less homophobic person to come out to. It was probably around this time that he became one of my best, no wait, the best friend I've ever had...too bad, I couldn't speak for him too. I could count all my friends on the fingers of my hands; he on the other hand counted them in dozens. He had lots of friends and I mean lots. While he knew every one of my friends because my school was my only social life, I'd learn about a new one of his friends every other day...it never ended. For him, I was probably just another guy he knew, a face in a crowd, just another...well you get the idea, right?
"Hi" I said trying to sound less mesmerized "Wanna go to the café?" he meant one of those Internet shops "You mean now? Today?" "Yeah, we can look up those study notes too." "Umm sure, I guess." "And maybe I could read those stories of yours too." I smiled to myself when he said that.
I write gay erotica on nifty. It gives me something to do and get to know what I'm worth. 'A' reads them, he's straight I know but he still likes reading them. He says he 'admires' my writing style and choice of words...besides I was the only link for him to the gay world. I always loved these trips with him. The 'cafés' had these small cubicles that only two people could sit comfortably in. I guess the main reason as to why I liked these trips was in those cubicles I could be close and alone with him. Every breath I took had this intoxicating scent of him...that is besides the electric feeling that his touch gives me. ((I'm such a faun))
We were looking over those notes while I was trying to pull up my story in another window when it happened. He put his hands over my shoulder while his fingers traced my chest and right then out of the blue he says, "What would you do if I tried seducing you?"
That did it. I gaped at him in disbelief. It was some days after I came out to him that I tried to make passes at him and do the old seduction routine. I knew he'd never accept any of my offers and he actually got scared when I did it. I kept doing it, mainly because it was so much fun seeing him all confused and scared like that, ok, maybe somewhere in my demented brain of mine I was trying to get in his pants but that was just like touching the sky. He was hot and Mr. Popular and I on the other hand was butt-ugly and Mr. Nobody, ok maybe I'm exaggerating a bit here. I was not butt ugly...I was simply ugly...I also wasn't a 'Mr. Nobody', but compared to others I knew I probably in a shell. Let's just say there's no way he can seriously like me.
"What?" I shot back at him. "What if I seduce you?" "Well then I'll probably go home and kill myself" "What? Why?" he said with that adorable grin again. "If a guy like you is making a pass on a FREAK like me then I've probably seen everything now." "Really?" "You can't be serious about this." "What if I am?" I leaned into him for a kiss and he backed off. "Hah! I knew you were kidding."
That silenced that conversation for some time but I knew there was something there. For some days, he was giving me hints. He even went ahead to tell me he was bi-curious...well about 35% of him as he said. I knew that conversation might have been over but the matter wasn't. It wasn't like him to go ahead and say things he doesn't mean. If he's serious then that would mean...I'll finally get a piece of the most gorgeous guys around, I'll finally be able to express my love to him and everything would be going the way I'd want it to.
I was definitely on a crux in my life now. I would be finally getting at least a taste of what I want. Everything is moving the way I want it to...Wait, shouldn't I be happy or something...a part of me 'is' happy, trying to create as many fantasies to act out as possible but that would be just a 15% of me. The rest 85%...is scared.
Hi everyone,
As all of you have probably read above this is a TRUE STORY, at least 98% of it. Some parts like conversations have been altered, because well the original took place in Hindi and I'm guessing none of you speaks that language, do you? Also some incidents have also been altered to make them more understandable to the global readers.
Everything mentioned in this story is either happened in the rcent past or is still taking place. Chapter 2 will give you more details and probably a link to a pic of me to get a better idea of what this is about. Also, this story doesn't have a pre-written ending so don't write in and tell me about different scenarios with which it can end, 'cause it will end exactly as the way it ended in real life.
If you get tired of waiting for the next chapter you can read my other stories, "The Boy Series" in adult/youth section and "Enough" in Highschool section.
Lots of love and hugs... Kam. kamguy@alexandria.cc