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Mr. Perfect

By: Mephisopheles



DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the result of my imagination or are used within a fictitious context. Any resemblance to actual people, alive or deceased, places, or incidents is entirely coincidental.

WARNING: This story contains graphic descriptions of male-male sexual relations and acts. You must be of 18 years of age or older to continue. If you are offended by the material suggested herein, DO NOT read any further. You have been warned.



Mr. Perfect Ch. 01



 Ch1- The Encounter.

They say if you stare at something for too long it breaks. I definitely hope not because I had been staring at this guy for at least over 5 minutes. Food stuffed in my mouth. God's grace he didn't notice me gawking at him. I sat there behind the plant poking my head out just out of his sight but he just within mine.

My words can't even begin to describe him. You know how everyone keeps saying 'he was the most beautiful specimen on earth' and blah blah all that nonsense. Beautiful would be an understatement. He was PERFECTION personified.

I've seen a LOT of guys and I mean a LOT, there was something about this one that was different. The way his hair softly fell over his forehead and rest into a short spike. When he moved it would gently get disarrayed. With a flick it'd be back to its usual perfectness. His face clear as the sky, Stark contrast against his black hair. The heavy eyebrows that highlighted his crystal blue eyes. Even the oceans would be jealous of his eyes. I could swim in them all day.

"I get it he's hot, now stop staring before he realizes," Chimed the strawberry sweet voice next to my ear.

I broke my medusa stare and turned to face her. I was hot and pretty sure I was pink with embarrassment. I smiled geekily showing my teeth.

"You are so cute when you are embarrassed!" She said again. "Yeeessss Toria!" I whined, "You never let me forget it." I'd like to say I was popular, but I was not. I might have some looks but not enough to gain any formidable reputation. I was just the guy who'd walk around with his head stuck in his textbook. Toria was my best and only friend in this college, and it's almost been a year since I joined. Just guess no one likes the transfer student.

And sadly the god I was looking at was out of bounds. He was the typical stereotype. Hot guy -blond bimbo cheerleader girlfriend, college heart throb, smart (at least he seemed so.... I tend to think Every good looking guy is smart, an inherent weirdness I posses. ), cute, funny etc. And this would have been the typical Story. Girl falls for heart throb, goes out realizes that best friend is the one that she truly loves....... Only I'm a guy. And that doesn't happen in the gay kingdom. We just have a lot of dreamers who are lonely who have nothing but hand, tool, and pen and paper...... Me an example.

Anyways so there I am already weighing out the pros and cons of the whole situation. Damn my overly analytical mind. Toria sat there staring at me before she grinned and giggled.

"What?" I scowled.

"Nothing just that Mr Hottie is walking this way," Toria blushed.

"Ah you are so cute when you are embarrassed," I mimicked her in an overly shrill tone and her face wiped its smile off instantaneously.

"Do you even know his name?" She asked looking down as if she'd achieved something.

"Shite! I actually ........do it's Christian Trey - computer and statistics major. 19 years old." I said proudly sticking my tongue out.

"You stalker!" She mocked. 

"Honey you ain't seen nothing yet! " I hummed imitating some chick we'd seen on TV the day before. 

I was a transfer student, geology major and Toria was the first and perhaps the only person who decided to talk to me. She was what we call EEE (electronic electrical engineering).

Honestly I don't know what she was doing with a gay guy like me. First off I wasn't hot or anything I was just smart. No not glasses and freakishly high pants etc just what you'd call blessed. Toria on the other hand was drop dead gorgeous. She was one of the hottest brunettes I've seen in this place since I came two months back. She could get any guy she wanted at the drop of a hat.

Sometimes I'd like to think she likes me..... You know more than friends. I know it's weird but hey..... The mind wanders.......

Actually coming to think of it I really didn't understand why I hadn't noticed Chris till now. Maybe I needed glasses?! But even without I would have noticed him from the moon and after quite a bit of snooping around, I found out he was a regular student who lives off campus.

"You know, if I ever get to him and we have sex, I'll let you come for a threesome," She winked and licked her spoon so seductively that it almost made even me horny.

"Ha-ha very funny...... And if I ever have sex with him I'm not going to invite you for anything!" I winked.

"Ok he's coming this way!" She squealed. And then it happened. He went by us. I could smell him, only a foot away from me. The strong masking smell of his scent , His confident walk. Everything about him turned me on. And I couldn't keep my eyes off him.

Toria flashed him a smile and then she giggled. "What happened?" I asked her.

"He SMILED at ME!" She flushed.

" You know you can get him without even lifting a finger and besides he smiles at everyone." I was being genuine. "Ok see I'm going to smile at him to prove it." 

It was just a smile no big deal. My heart was racing. I think I was sweating. My hands were cold.5 feet and reducing. I looked at him straight and flashed a bright smile.

IGNORED! What a jerk. I had half a mind to go over and punch him and then eat him. Devour him till I was satisfied.

"Ok well you were right he is a snob!" I huffed. She was well beaming. She turned her face towards his table and looked over.

"He's looking at me!" She squealed again. She was acting like a girl who had just seen Justin Beiber. Screeching for some GUY.

"I don't care he's an effing loser," I whined. She looked at him and winked and then blew a kiss. That was all it took. Chris stood up and walked towards us. He sat down at the vacant chair at our table. 

"I couldn't help but notice you over here," He was talking directly to Toria. I wasn't even in the picture at the moment.

But what a voice. It was like music to my ears. And the way he spoke. So courteous ,so chivalric. This was the first time I saw him up close.

This was the first time I saw PERFECTION up close and I liked it. 

"Hi, hi helloooooooooo!" He said again. It was only then that I realized he was talking to I my mouth open wide. I managed to shut it. "Uh hi yourself." I said nonchalantly. I was trying to be cool. What was I doing I was acting like such a bitch. Hi yourself? I mean who says that anymore?

"I know you're pissed but I'm sorry to steal this fine lady from you," He bent and kissed her hand.

What I'd do to have those lips on myself. To feel them with my own. So stare at that face till my eyes watered. Sadly it wasn't going to happen.

It's said right when your friend does bad you feel bad for them, but when he or she does better than you, you feel miserable. That's how I felt. Miserable. 

"Sure," I managed to croak out.

They got up and walked away. I hated to admit it but they made a PERFECT couple look wise that is. The next half an hour I sat alone and pondered over the whole event. That sure wasn't helping me get my mind off him.

The rest of the day was uneventful and I went about with my usual schedule of classes. Nothing exciting, nothing interesting. It seemed hopeless. I couldn't think of anyone else. His voice rolled around in my ears till it seeped into my brain.

That night I met Toria for dinner. And I know what you are thinking. Why the hell is he bugging the poor girl? And I agree I thought the same. So I decided I'll skip the entire topic of Christian.

"Hey how was your date?" I blurted out. Wow my plan wasn't going well. Besides I didn't know any other conversation starter.

It was fun. Chris is a really nice guy. I mean LOOK at him!" She said, her eyes glistened as she spoke.

Just then Chris walked to our table and sat down. Boy if I had complained that I had never seen him before, I must seem like a kid because I saw him everywhere now. I looked at him flabbergasted. My mouth dropped. You see I tend to do these kinds of things. Mostly embarrass me.......I took it all in. CHRISTIAN TREY was sitting at OUR table with ME! 

I looked at him, my mouth half open. Once again I was awestruck by his magnificence. It was just the way he carried himself. He didn't seem the least bit perturbed by my incessant staring. He looked at me smiled and said, "I hope its ok, and Toria invited me for dinner." Well what could I say .No you can't because you make my jaw drop every time I see you. Instead I wired myself to feel happy for Toria. 

"No its fine nice to have someone other than this irritating one to talk to." I pointed at Toria and winked. 

She blushed and we all started to laugh. And as the laughter subsided, it was replaced by still desolation. It was more of an awkward silence. I saw Toria look around nervously to pick up on some conversation topic. I think she was sweating, but then again maybe perfection was taking its toll on me.

"So I hear you are a comp stat major?" I said finally trying to break the silence. Well leave it up to me, Mr BORING to bring up some boring topic about college. Gosh I felt pathetic.

"Well yes, it isn't that interesting." He said calmly, clearly uncomfortable by the awkwardness that we were engulfed in. Once again....... SILENCE. This time it was deafening.

I thought of striking up some conversation about football. I mean isn't that what jocks do ram their heads into each other and talk about football?

"So you're in the tennis team?" I said purposefully hoping my reverse psychology would work.

"Eh no I'm on the football team. I'm the quarter back." He said after chewing down a spoonful of salad.

Typical. Quarterback. God why was I falling for him? His non-spokeness was bugging me and I couldn't help notice that all Toria was doing was staring at him, while I looked like the desperate fool trying to talk him. Chris's eyes would occasionally dart towards her and his ears would turn pink.

I stuffed down the last of my meal and got up. "Hey I have to go lots to study." I just really needed to get out of there. I couldn't handle it. He was a man of little words and we didn't have anything to talk about. It was the worst combination ever. I turned around before leaving the dining room. Toria and he were in the midst of a heated make out session. It seemed as if I'd waited any longer they would have been having sex.

I walked away and ran to my room. At least one thing I wouldn't have to see him for another two days. It was Friday and I was headed off to my aunt's house. We had a long weekend with no exams or anything nearby. I must've really seemed like an idiot saying that I needed to study on a Friday night.

I unlocked the room to see m roommate fast asleep stark naked on top of the sheets .Id seen him like this a million times already .Probably drunk form the afternoon. It was a usual Friday phenomenon.

I sighed.

It was 6AM when I woke up the next day. I packed my stuff and made my weekly pilgrimage to my aunt's house. It was a 40 minute drive from campus. But since I didn't have a car, it usually took me an hour or so to reach there by bus.

I walked over to the deserted grounds except for the joggers and athletic personnel. I walked out of the gate and to the bus stop. I was ten minutes in waiting when someone honked from my right. I almost jumped and swivelled around to see a shiny silver ford pull up beside me at the deserted bus stop. The person inside rolled down his window and I almost gasped.

I know what you guys are thinking it was Christian, but NO, it wasn't. You guys are hopeless romantics. Ok fine at the back of my mind even I secretly wished just for a second it was him.

Besides my life isn't that happening? I'm not boring but not really fun unless drunk. I turned toward the driver's window and peered into it. Out popped a head. "Hi do you need a lift?" It was a guy named Stan ...... Stanley Edmund.

Yes I wasn't his friend if that's what you're thinking. He was in my topo class. You can say he was..........cute. I mean nothing like Christian but completely different in a good way. This was the kind of guy that one could really fall in love with.

I never really noticed him to be honest. And I know I sound conceited, but the only person I could think of was humping my best friend.

"Umm I'm going to 47 the Weston towers Stryker avenue." I announced I wasn't actually but I couldn't tell him the real address. I had never met him before ever.

"I can drop you of you want I'm heading that way too," He smiled. Yes he was cute. You know really cute.

And maybe for just a second my mind wandered off Chris and drifted in this direction. Gone are the days when Studying were my only concerns. We were so naive then. I missed those days. I graciously accepted the invitation after much rebuttal and quickly slipped into the passenger seat. I only stared occasionally but otherwise the trip was the usual, boring. We didn't talk but it wasn't awkward it was just as if we were enjoying the morning weather.

"So where are you headed?" I asked finally breaking the silence my words cut through the morning stillness. "And thanks for the ride." 

"My pleasure." He smiled and winked. My heart melted for a second, " well my parents own an estate a couple of miles from where I'm dropping you so I decided I'll bunk there because it's only a couple of days till thanksgiving anyways." 

I hadn't thought about that. Actually I hadn't thought about anything other than Christian the whole way. I know some people are pissed at me being like this ungrateful with a cute guy in the car but my mind wasn't under my control.

No matter how much I distracted myself I'd always go back to thinking about his perfectness. It was like a drug. My addiction, thinking about him. The more I thought about it the more I began to feel like a character from twilight. I mean I wasn't so overdramatic was I?

10min in and we were outside the false address I gave him. He dropped me off. I bid my thanks and walked into the building and as he sped off I walked out and a block away I rang the door bell of my aunt's house.

With my parents in a different state and all having a relative near where you go to college is really convenient. But it was more than Convenience with my aunt. She was hands down one of the best people I had ever met.

She was a tall woman with glasses and a big smile. She had an independent house here in St. Paul. My college in Minneapolis.

She opened the door and hugged me and I went in and dropped my bags near the door.

It was about 7AM and she had already made breakfast. We sat at the dining table and ate the hearty feast that she prepared. She was alone at home as both her kids were married and moved out.

"So how has college been?" she asked smiling.

"It's been good! Exams start only in Jan so I'm quite free till then!" I said relief in my voice.

The usual deal with us was that I'd help her with anything she needed to do like cooking- I loved to cook , cleaning the room which I now called mine -I didn't like cleaning that much but I could handle it.

I'd held her getting acquainted with her laptop etc. It was fun especially since there was no tension of exams.

"Jake are you going back on Monday?" She asked casually.

"Yes I was thinking so." I replied slurping my Chocos from the bowl. 

"Well you know thanksgiving is next week and if you don't have anything going on in school you should stay the week." She said as a matter of fact-ly.

"Yea but I'll still go on Monday to pick up some books I brought just one." I smiled.

After dinner was over, I went up to my room and unpacked my clothes. I had a shower and went down to see if aunt Berne needed any help.

She asked me to accompany her to the supermarket to help her get groceries. I saw the list on the kitchen counter.......this was going to be a long grocery shopping. She threw me the car keys. Well I knew how to drive; I just didn't have a car. And we drove slowly towards the supermarket a couple of blocks down.

We were a block down when I noticed something or rather someone entering a building. Not any building that very building which I lied that I lived in. And that somebody was CHRISTIAN TREY ok I know it seems predictable. But it was really true.

I jerked my head sideways to see if it was really him. In doing that I lost focus on the road and the car swivelled. We almost hit a pole before I realized what had happened. And though I didn't manage to see if it was him I at least knew where to go if I ever wanted to pursue finding him.

I turned to aunt Berne. For a minute in the excitement I almost forgot she was there and I almost stopped the car to jump out and chase after him.

She had a -just a near death look on her face. Ok she was mortified. It was a straight road and she thought I fell asleep. So I rolled with it what I was going to tell her. The guy I like lives in that building.

"Maybe shopping for groceries will wake me up." I lied. I was wide awake and rather over active. I couldn't keep my mind on the road and when we reached the supermarket finally I was relieved. I tore half the list and we set out on two different shopping carts gathering up the requirements. I actually love shopping it invigorates me. I have all the energy in the world to do it. Ok you see I like to give my titbits of criticism.

And I'm good at it. How else do you think my sister got through middle school without being a loser? Ok other than the fact that I was popular in my school.

An hour later walking endlessly, I headed back towards the billing counters searching for aunt Berne. It was then that I saw HIM again. Clad in a casual tight skin hugging shirt and plain black jeans. My jaw dropped again. The way his shirt clung to his body. It highlighted every inch of his chest. His jeans hung low over his small waist. Just enough to see his boxers from below his shirt. Hands in his pockets casually looking around.

I shut my mouth and headed down the farthest aisle. I had the perfect plan. I pulled out my phone and idly pressed some buttons. With the cart in one hand I began down the aisle at the front of whose was Chris.

I walked slowly yet casually. I knew everything happening around me. It seemed like my senses had sharpened. By breaths became shallower. And my heart pounded in my chest. I could hear it thudding in my ear.

I slowed down nearing the opening. I could see him clearly now. It was Christian Trey. Here. In the supermarket that I was shopping in. He was still staring at something on top of one of the isles. I looked up to see him staring at a huge poster girl for vogue.

My heart sank. I wanted to turn and run. Instead I headed on faster. I was going to MAKE him notice me.

I moved faster, continuously hitting button on my phone. My fingers belting out the fury in my mind. I dashed into him. And the sack of rice on the open tray at the bottom do the cart fell off. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry!" I said looking up from my phone. As if this was not anticipated. He was rubbing his side where I hit him. 

"Christian Trey?!" I said putting up my shocked voice. It was slightly shrill and a normal person would have figured it out, but he seemed oblivious to my fake-ness.

"Jake......from the university," He said his voice tinged with a little pain.

Well at least he remembered me. I mean how couldn't he, we had met YESTERDAY and he stole my best friend. Suddenly all the anger melted away and I was replaced with the same ache in the stomach the one that I got when I saw him yesterday.

"Hey its ok you didn't hit me that bad," He lifted up his shirt to show his side. There was nothing. But the sight instantly aroused me. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. His skin was perfect and his body was so toned the abs itching to be seen. 

His musculature gleaming in the light of the supermarket. I remembered every detail even now. I lifted my gaze to see him. He hadn't noticed me staring at him. Thank god.




Mr. Perfect Ch. 01



"I didn't know you lived in this part of town?" He continued after admiring his body.

"I'm staying with my aunt since my parents live interstate and all." I said nonchalantly.

"Ah cool. So where do you live here?" He asked. The only thing in my head was - you can't kiss him. Stop looking at him. Answer the question. Open your mouth.

So many things at once going on in my head, "I live in California." I blurted out before I realized from the confused smile on his face, "Oh that wasn't the question was it?" I said trying to laugh it off.

He laughed, "No I meant here as in St. Paul." He continued.

"Yea I live at 13 Hall Avenue." I smiled. My cheeks became hot.

"Wow cool I live on Stryker road Weston towers. That's like 2 minutes from your place!" He announced cheerfully, i couldn't help but giggle , "Hey give me your phone number we can hang out sometime. Are you going back to the university on Monday?" He continued.

"Umm I was going to pick up some books with thanksgiving and all around the corner. But I'm spending it here in my aunts. And yes I'd love to hang." Why did I say that couldn't I have just said cool? I think I emphasised on love a little too much. But I didn't care. HE was talking to Me. HE wanted to hang. I was making no effort. You get what I mean. He was talking now so.......openly. It wasn't like in the lunch hall. He was smiling and casual and not eating. He made me fall for him all over again. I gave him my phone number and he said he'd call later that day to 'hang'. Okay for one thing I didn't know what to understand by 'hanging'. Call me slow but I honestly didn't know then. The only other thing making me feel low was the doubt of him never calling.

We finished our pleasantries and I headed towards the billing counter. My aunt was already out buying ice cream from Baskin robins. I hoped she'd gotten me the right flavour. I hated chocolate.

I turned around once more to see where my prince hot was. He was outside already with an ice-cream cone in his hand.........almond praline gold it looked to me.



Mr. Perfect Ch. 02



Chapter 2- The Truth

After my brief encounter in the supermarket, my excitement was visible to all. I was driving at snail's pace, with the windows rolled down. I sang out loud as I usually do and I'd occasionally scream out almond praline gold or not chocolate randomly.

My poor aunt Berne one must admire her patience. It was only after we missed the turning did she bother to stop me briefly to tell me we were going the wrong way.

Nonetheless, if this is what getting my phone number taken was imago the state id is when we 'hung'.

We reached home unpacked all the stuff and I bounced up to my room. It was really my room. Half my stuff from my house in California was here. The bookshelf, the bed, the study they were all my familiar friends.

I collapsed onto the bed and placed my phone cautiously on the bed side table. I closed my eyes. Promptly 2 minutes later I woke to see if I had received any messages. This was getting out of hand. I was acting like a little girl seeing Justin Beiber for the first time. But I couldn't help it.

I decided -what better way to take my mind off Chris than by studying. So I took out my book and flipped through the pages. And rightly so within 10 min I was fully immersed in the book till I came across Chris Douglas and something on excavation. And there I was back to the same state.

Half an hour later aunt Berne chimed for lunch. I huddled down the stairs and asked her if she needed any help. She politely declined my offer to help and continued about the kitchen.

"The whole family is coming over for thanksgiving." She said out of the blue.

"Really? Wow. Cool." Is all I could say.

"So that means you are going to help me cook the thanksgiving dinner!" She smiled like it was obvious.

"No problem. I'm an expert with dead birds!" I laughed.

Ok now is where the complication starts. I was a closeted gay. The only two people who knew were Toria and aunt Berne. Neither had said anything about it. I mean there were no signs to suggest that I was.

I wasn't the stereotypical type who runs around shaking his ass wearing pink or anything. I don't think any gay guy is like that. I was just a guy who liked other guys. I didn't think it was a problem keeping it to myself till aunt Berne herself told me that I should tell my parents.

I never did bother to tell them. We are a very traditional orthodox family. Besides I barely see them anyways. And it really didn't make a difference. At least that's what I told myself.

You see the thing is I've had girlfriends in the past. I've even had sex with them. My parents know that so telling them that was just experimentation was not going to help much.

The familiar guilty feeling came back to me again. It wasn't that I needed their approval of who I was. It was just my conscience. They were my parents. You'd expect them to understand and comfort you.

All of a sudden I felt weak. I sat down my face flushed of any colour. I felt like I was going to puke. Aunt Berne came nearby and put her hand on my shoulder.

"I know you haven't told them. It's going to be ok." She said her voice soothing my mind.

Now you see the reason I haven't told you about aunt Berne's husband is because his story is quite similar to mine. He was a closeted gay. He had married her by force from his family and only after having two kids did he really decide to tell her. I don't know the details of what happened, but all I know is that my parents hated him for making aunt Berne's life miserable. Regardless of the fact that she was ok with it-and that they still kept in touch. She never spoke about it.

She brought out the lunch. It smelled delicious. It was soup and fish. I know not the best combination, but I was famished, for the first time. All the thinking had drained me of any will to move around or anything.

Lunch was quiet other than the occasional exchange. After lunch and some strawberry cheese cake. I helped her with the dishes and went up to my room to work on the computer. 

I walked over to my bed to pick up my laptop when I saw my phone flashing. A message. Till then it had completely slipped my mind that Chris was going to call me to hang out a word that I still didn't understand.

It was from him. 'Hey Jake, some of the guys and I were going to hang out at my place flat 301 and then head out to a club. The invitation is still open.......see you at 6 -Chris ' wow he even punctuated in messages was all I could think of.

It was a quarter to three. That's it 3 hours more. The wait was agonizing. I took out my laptop and pulled out my project file. It was complete. I just had to submit it on Monday. I opened the Internet browser and randomly opened stories on gay children revealing to their parents stories. Basically out of the closet stories.

And without knowing it was 5:15. I looked at the watch and almost shrieked. I had to get ready. I opened the closet that I had accumulated here and went through the stuff I had. I pulled out a graphic tee and black jeans. My green converse which I wore everywhere. I pulled on a jacket and headed down.

I found aunt Berne and told her I'm going out with some friends and would be back well in time to help with dinner. She looked at me and smirked. "Are you meeting someone?" She emphasized on someone.

Without knowing it I got hot and blushed. "C'mon cut me some slack." I winked. I could've lied but I didn't want to especially not to aunt Berne."Yes I'm hanging out with a guy I like.... And his friends.... And don't get too excited he's straight." I added at the end.

"Oh honey!" She began.

"I know I know and I'll talk about it over dinner!" I said heading out

I went up to the building and stood outside it, wondering if I should act cool and cancel at the last minute. I decided against it and went into the elevator. I punched in the third floor button and headed out when the elevator door opened. It was the wrong floor.

God these guys had to redo the lift signs. Third floor was 201 etc. I climbed the stairs to the next floor and rung on the bell. Seconds later I heard footsteps on the other side and the door opened.

I caught my breath. Chris was standing there smiling. He looked at me and then frowned. Oh it wasn't me he was expecting.

"You didn't get my second message did you?" He said an apologetic look on his face. His eyes twinkled. And his smile lit up the entire corridor.

He opened the door and ushered me in. Now I was too caught up in what he meant to really pay attention to the rest of his house. But after frequent visits I can tell you, it is big. It fully marbled floor duplex pent house. his living room was an epitome of decor. Everything placed with great detail. It was dare I say it........ Perfect.

"No I didn't get your message I cut in, is the plan cancelled?" I asked pulling out my phone from my pocket. I did receive the message I just didn't read it.

"Oh semi formals ....oops ok then it looks like I'm not going to be coming." I didn't know what to say.... I didn't have formal wear at my aunt's house? "Ok I'd run and change but all my formal stuff is in the university." I couldn't believe I said it either.

He looked at me speculatively. "Wait maybe some of my stuff would fit you." He said grinning. 

He himself was dressed in a blazer with jeans and a shirt with an open collared tie. He looked HOT. It was almost like everything was made for him. Everything hugged him in all the right places accentuating his chest and small waist.

I followed him to his room. That too seemed too good to be true. Typical yet clean jock room. 4 other guys were hanging around in his room doing various stuff everyone with a beer in hand.

"Hey guys this is Jake. He's from the university," He said, "Jake this is Caleb," He pointed to a guy sprung on his bed he got up and shook my hand. He was tall with blond hair like Lucas till. "That's Riley," He pointed to another guy who handed me a beer which I very graciously declined. I don't drink. Ok rarely. Riley was just....... Normal cute that's all I can say about him. "That's Jason," A huge guy got up and sat down again. Each time with a similar handshake. "And that's Stan," I froze and out from the corner came Stanley Edmund. We shook hands and he winked and grinned.

I turned red and blushed till I felt feverish.

Just then Caleb got up, "Man you're totally not dressed to go to where we are going." He said in a surfer dude tone. To a certain limit He looked like the surfer dude.

"Yeah well Jake didn't get my second message and so I'm going to find him something to wear as soon as that's done we'll leave k?" Chris said and ushered me into a huge corridor. It wasn't a corridor it was a closet.

For a straight guy he had LOTS of clothes. He opened a cupboard and pulled out a blazer, it was RED.

"Too much?" He asked and laughed.

"No that's perfect!" I said sarcastically, "I didn't know you worked at the circus." I smiled.

"Why you haven't seen me?! I'm the most famous joker!" He laughed out.

Next he picked out another blazer. This one was a shade better; it was dark green and blue. I took off my jacket and pulled on the blazer.

"This suits you." He said bluntly.

I agreed it did look good. "Hey thanks. You didn't have to do all this." I said before we left the cupboard. I know that sounded perverted but it was his cupboard.

"Hey no problem friends help each other." He winked.

Back at his room, everyone was up and ready. The most punctual jocks I've ever seen in my life. We got out of the house. And Jason brought out his car to the front of the building. It was more like a minivan. It was actually just right to fit 6 people.

I took the backmost seat and Chris sat next to me at the back. "I figured you'd get lonely," He smiled. In front sat Stan and Riley and Caleb sat in the passenger seat opposite the drivers.

We started off heading southwards. About 15 minutes later with no traffic we reached a club. The music was really loud and you could feel the vibrations. There was no queue but a big bouncer standing outside.

He looked at us and opened the door. We enter the club and let the music fill us up. It was 6:30. I told Chris that I could stay only for an hour and that I had to get home for dinner. He said it was cool. Like duh what else CAN you say?

It was a dance club for those of you who are wondering. The dance floor was crowded even at 6 this seemed to be a hotspot. Ok now came the real test. I couldn't dance and still can't. Well it seemed like I wasn't the worst of the lot.

And as much as it pains me to say it, Chris couldn't dance either. He was actually.....worse than me. That made me feels a whole lot better.

We danced and the other guys had drinks and even as Chris stumbled around desperately trying to dance he looked so poised doing it sometimes it looked as though he was purposely dumbing himself down.

We sat at a booth table and looked around the dance floor.

"Hey Chris, I dare you to get that girl there." Caleb said pointing at a blond girl. She was hot and she had been eyeing Chris the whole night.

He got up and moved gracefully across the room. He closed up next to her and dug his hips near hers. Then he whispered something and she hung her arms around his neck. He picked her up and licked her neck.

I'm pretty sure I blushed, because I could feel my cheeks redden. I wanted to be that girl. I couldn't bear to see him doing that to her. I wanted him to hold me. To feel me. To feel his tongue. His soft grip. His beautiful mouth. Every second I looked on only made me insanely jealous. Each time I cursed under my breath. And each time my heart would pound faster.

He finished took down her number and walked back to the table. Just then my watch beeped. It was 7 I had to go. I remembered the promise I made to aunt Berne. I told the guys I was leaving and gave them the lame excuse. Surprisingly everyone understood.

I thanked Chris for inviting me. He got up and gave me a 'jock-style' hug. And even for that brief moment, I could feel the heat his body was giving off. His soft touch. Those piercing eyes.

He walked me out of the club. "Hold on I'm going to drop you home." He announced as we were walking out. From the back I'm pretty sure if everyone knew I was gay, they'd have thought we were a couple. But sadly we weren't.

He ran to the table and bid the rest of the guy's adieu. "You know you don't have to, I can take a bus." I croaked out.

"No it's no problem; I was getting bugged of the music anyways." I knew he was lying but I couldn't argue with him anymore.

We got into Jason's car and we drove off towards home. The journey was silent, but it wasn't awkward like with Stan. It was just a different silence, one of understanding. And even though we weren't talking, silently we were communicating.

He turned the curb to the drive way and stopped the car I got out and thanked him. "Do you want to come in?" I asked him. I think my voice couldn't hold the eagerness of his answer, desperately hoping he'd say yes.

"Well ok only if it's not a problem." He smiled. As if having him was ever going to be a problem.

We walked up to the door and I opened it with the keys I had. Aunt Berne was reading the paper in the living room. We walked in and I removed my shoes. It was customary for me. Chris did the same behind me.

"Hi aunt Berne!" I motioned to her "Chris is going to stay for dinner if it's alright with you."

"Oh no problem at all!" She said her voice filled with excitement. I knew what it was about.

"Chris this is my aunt Berne. Aunt Berne Chris." I introduced them. Chris stepped forward and hugged her.

"Nice to meet you ma'am. You have a lovely home." He said in his usual serenading voice. I bet even if I was a chair i would have felt horny being complimented by him.

"Oh aren't you the nicest person!" Aunt Berne smiled. "Well wash your hands we can sit for dinner."

Chris went into the bathroom first. Aunt Berne gestured asking if that was him. I blushed and nodded. She smiled a crafty smile and I'm not sure but I think she mouthed the word CUTE. My whole face was red.

I washed my hands and all three of us sat down for dinner.

"So Chris where do you live?" Aunt Berne began her interrogation.

"I live in Weston towers, umm it's just down the road." He said, choosing his words carefully.

I quietly slurped my soup. I didn't want the conversation to shift towards me.

"So I don't reckon you live alone right. " she smiled.

"Ha-ha no ma'am I live with my parents and brother. My parents are both doctors - they work in the St. Paul hospital. And my brother is older than me he's working in Austin." He had answered everything in one simple reply.

"Oh good. I visit the hospital very often." She laughed.

I turned red. I don't even know why.

There was a sudden awkward silence. Before aunt Berne got up and took out the filets of chicken from the oven.

"Wow that smells great aunt Berne." I said looking up.

"I'll second that "Chris chimed in. Ok not the expected statement to be heard but it didn't matter she didn't seem to really care.

"Well Jake told me you were into football. I've always been telling Jake he needed to play some other sport I mean swimming isn't really a sport." She said at my expense.

"Of course it's a sport you have the Olympics and millions of tournaments with real Money "I protested.

"Well you can always play football with me and the guys." He offered "I can even teach you." 

"Yeah I don't think I'm made for football I laughed." I have two left feet."

He looked under the table. "Well doesn't like it from here." He smiled.

Aunt Berne served us our chicken and the pleasantries went on. After dinner I helped her put away the plates. Chris offered to help but I sent him to the toilet. He was very obedient in that way.

Desert was ice cream. Vanilla with chocolate sauce. After desert Chris announced he was leaving. He said goodbye and started towards the door.

I told aunt Berne I was going to drop him home. She grinned at me. I mouthed very funny and stormed out.

I walked him home. That's about it that happened. No romantic kiss under a lamp post, no holding hands. Don't get too excited. It was just 2 guys walking on the road after dinner. Ok it did sound gay.

We only talked about music and other crap. Not even once did we touch on the topic of Toria. Ok you'd think we had identical music and that it was just mean to be but today nothing seemed to be working for me. He was a rock-metal guy and I was not exactly that.... Ok I was classical music -symphonies etc. He was Opeth I was Bach. You get what I'm saying.

That night I slept like a log. It was full and complete and I woke up early the next day. After my daily routine I decided I'd do some work on my project. So I randomly began reading it.

An hour or two later, I had finished and went down for breakfast. Aunt Berne was making eggs.

"Good morning!" I smiled

"Good morning." She smirked, "Your friend is nice."

"Yes I know." I blushed.

"Okay now about thanksgiving," She began "everyone will be here on Tuesday your parents are staying for a couple of days more. I think you should tell them."

I knew exactly what she was talking about.

"When Ben came out, after all the lies, I was devastated but I knew that it was not up to him there was no use in hiding from it. It was only going to cause problems," She continued, "See I can only tell you from experience. But ultimately you have to do what you want to do."

I was listening but I was switched off. I couldn't deal with it anymore. "Yes I will. I know it's certain it's only a matter of time anyways." I lied.

I didn't want to tell them but they were my parents. They wouldn't say anything. They were my support system.

I ate my eggs helped with the dishes and went upstairs to think about when and how to say what I felt. I was lying on my bed when I heard a buzz on my cell phone. I looked at-'come out' it was a message from Chris. The words seemed so ironic. Now at this time of the day. I got up and ran down. I smiled at my aunt before going out. She knew who it was. I opened the door and......

"Catch it!" Chris yelled 5 feet in front of me.

I jerked and missed the ball. Typical me. I really had zero interest in football. Even Chris being here couldn't help take my mind of what Aunt Berne had said.

"Hey sorry I told you I suck at football. Give me a racquet and I can do wonders." I smiled picking up the ball. It was true I was a racquet/ swimming person. I was my high school tennis champ.

But my tennis elbow now prevented me from playing it. So I resorted to swimming. And I have to tell you I was mighty good at it too.

I didn't really want to see him right now, when I was in this state. He'd be just another person who I didn't tell that I was gay.

"Hey what's up want to come play?" He smiled the most beautiful smile that made me fall for him again.

"Well no not really, there's a lot going on right now." I said apologetically.

"Is it with everyone or is it just me cause of the lunch thing?" he asked concerned.

Why was he even bringing that up? I could never be angry with him. It was CHRISTIAN TREY. I felt like shit and unfelt like crying. But I managed to contain myself.

We walked down a block to the park. He was constantly asking me if it was him. Was he the reason I was upset. We sat down on the bench.

I looked at his deep grey black eyes and I lost it. I burst out crying. Great now I look like a looser. He didn't say anything. He just put his arms around me like we had known each other for years and we were best friends.

I think I cried the longest ever that day. It was a full fifteen minutes before in could control myself. He stroked my hair and patted my back. He kept saying stuff like its ok; it will get better......




Mr. Perfect Ch. 02



If he only knew. It wasn't going to get better. And it was this lie that was going to test our friendship.

After I was done with my emotional outburst he asked me in the most soothing voice, "Hey what's up? This isn't nothing."

I think it was time to tell him now. I couldn't believe it I was telling a guy I had only met a couple of days ago ,over whom I was infatuated and I hadn't even told my parents yet. Imagine if they found out.

"Ok but you can't tell anyone." I said prematurely, "only my aunt and Toria know this not even my parents - Chris I'm gay." I managed at the end.

He sat there frozen. He withdrew his hand for a second. Well I was half way guilt free. If he didn't want to be friends then I'd know he was a homophobic narrow minded idiot and not the god I thought he was.

He waited for a couple of seconds. The next thing he did surprised me the most. No he didn't put his hand around me. No he didn't walk away. Only a tear trickled down his eye. I know this was emo and all but I wanted to laugh.

Ok I did laugh. At least my face lost the mortified look it had. He was being all sentimental and I was being a jerk. I said sorry and covered my mouth.

"Ha-ha made you laugh didn't I!" He said and he put his hand around me again. It was a fully fledged hug this time.

I nestled my head into his shoulder and took in a deep breath as though I was crying. Every time I smelt him. His beautiful scent. I was devoured by it. I clung onto every hint of it.

"You know it doesn't really bother me. Stan is gay you know right. But you haven't told your parents?" His last words were shocked.

Oh god here it came again. "Well no but I'm telling them after thanksgiving." I said. It was decided. I was going to tell them after thanksgiving. I had three supports even if they didn't accept it.

We didn't say anything else. After about half an hour he dropped me home.

"Oh honey you told him didn't you." Aunt Berne said as soon as she saw me.

"Yes." Was all I could say...



Mr. Perfect Ch. 03



Chapter 03- The Event

I woke up early the next day to catch a bus to reach school. I left at 6 and managed to reach by 6:30. It was still too early, so I went to meet toria. I think she needed to know everything that had happened.

I knocked on her dorm door. Maybe she wouldn't be there and did not have to explain.......

"Hey," she yawned, "you're back!"

"Get dressed, lots to tell you." I said pushing her back in.

She came out fifteen minutes later looking like her beautiful self again. We went down for breakfast and I told her he entire thing -- all the events and every single detail. She looked at me, nodding her head at occasions like she really cared. That's what I liked about toria, even if she didn't care shed at least pretend.

"Well it's a good thing you've decided to come out about the whole thing. I don't think I could've kept it in that Long.....just kidding!" I think she added the 'just kidding' after seeing my mortified expression.

"Yeah, well I think It's come to that now." I said looking at my hands. "I'm going back to my aunts' till the end of thanksgiving."

"By the way, Chris and I was a onetime thing, you can have him. Though I must tell you, he isn't that great in bed." She winked.

"Well I don't think he's going to go for me; not after what I told him. Damn, Now I can't even get him into a threesome with him!" I laughed out.

"Okay, so I'll see you when you and I are back in town. You remember right, imp Going to my parents' house." GOD! How could I have forgotten? She had been reminding me for months. I did my most convincing nod and smiled abnormally.

We stood up and I gave her one big hug before I turned towards my own dorm room.

I went in and took out the suitcase I had brought when I first came here. I shoved all my stuff into the suitcase, all the books too and zipped it up. I wrote a note for my roommate. Not that it really mattered because we hardly ever spoke. I think the only words we've ever exchanged are sup and hey.

I pulled out the pen drive from my project and headed towards the north wing. It seemed like I wasn't the only student leaving for the week, Almost all the dorms were empty. It Too late for breakfast and too early for class. It's that boring period of time where you do nothing.

I knocked on the staff room door and gave my geology teacher my project. I wished him happy holidays and headed back to the bus stop. Once again I was alone there. My luck always seems to suck because Stan drove by......again. 

"Hehe funny seeing you here!" He grinned. "Btw, We need to talk." 

I got into the car and he sped off. 

"You lied about where you lived." Stan said. His voice strained with emotion. Why was he getting so emo? 

"Well you didn't tell me you were gay." I retorted. 

"Well you didn't tell me either, and are we supposed to announce it before we say anything- Hi I'm Stan and I'm gay. Please, I can be your friend only once you knew that." he said anger filling his voice.

"No, but who told you I was gay? I asked.

"Chris did," he said plainly.

The words were like a thunderclap. My face was hot and I was pissed. Anger filled up inside me I felt like a boiling pot of water. Why was I getting this angry? it was because All the trust I had for him, every ounce of it was lost. Was all that yesterday just a charade? I guessed so much that I was just another guy.

I felt an ache in my stomach. I felt like punching that perfect face of his and then hanging him to a truck kick him till my leg was down his throat. I was enraged! I specifically told him not to tell anyone and he goes and tells someone. I balled up my fist and closed my eyes trying to stop myself from screaming.

"Ok, he didn't tell me.......I'm gay remember I have a fairly strong gaydar. I just wanted to see your reaction." He smiled apologetically. If this was idea of a joke I wasn't digging it. 

"Huh?" I asked baffled. "So he didn't tell you?" All the anger shifted to Stan who was grinning.

"No darling, I knew you'd tell him. I've seen the way you look at him and just now I proved myself right yet again." He patted his back.

"How so?" I asked

"Well first of all, I've seen the way you look at him. Your jaw drops with every word he says. Yes you are that obvious. you fisted your hands and were almost about to explode and cry and when I told you. You are obviously, if not in love with him, are kidding yourself." He grinned.

"No I'm not he's just.....hot. You agree don't you?" I asked.

"Well each ones choice is different." He winked at me, "right now you look like a treat and I fancy shy twink boys."

"Shut up Stan!" I said. I looked at him for a couple of minutes. For the first time I really noticed how good looking he really was. He had swift brown hair that was neatly combed into the 'mafia style' slicked back.

He looked like those models posing for a photo shoot. His square jaw, his whole lips and that always present semi smile. He was really handsome.

I snapped out of whatever was going on. We were almost there, to our ritualistic spot of Weston towers.

"I'm not going to ask you where you live till you feel comfortable enough to tell me yourself." He smiled.

I got out of the car and walked to his side. I bent down and kissed him. Not just a peck but a full on kiss. I held his head. I was tasting him. He was sweet and definitely an experienced kisser, we seemed to gel into each other smoothly and effortlessly. 

I pulled off, winked and walked down the lane. I didn't turn back. It wasn't like the movies, but it was romantic and it was the only thing I had the balls to do. I wasnt the type to suck his cock while he was driving or have sex with him in a park. I was the safe and steady type.

I reached home to find aunt Berne in the midst of preparations of a cheesecake. I said hi and moved upstairs to unpack. By the time I was done it was time for lunch.

"Are there any heated swimming pools in St. Paul?" I asked her, "I want to start swimming again."

"Well there is one, but it's far, it's about 20 minutes by car." She said.

"Oh! I'll check it out tomorrow." I told her.

"Go see the place tomorrow; I need your help the day after with the preparations." She said before stuffing some salad into her mouth.

After lunch and the dishes, I went up to my room and another message was on my phone. 'hey come over today, guys want to have a little fun. You'll see....come Early by 5? No need for a blazer btw lol. - Chris '

Oh no, not again the same club. I honestly didn't like it. I replied -'kk I'll see you today but I want you to come with me to check out this pool place tomorrow, get your bike '

I laid down on my bed and fell asleep. When I woke it was a quarter past five. Oh shit! I looked up warily to see five guys sitting and staring at me in my room. Chris, Stan, Jason, Caleb and Riley.

"Well you finally got up," Jason said walking towards your cupboard, "we took the liberty of picking out something for you, hurry up wash your face change and were leaving we've explained to your aunt."

I did as instructed and we went down. I said bye to aunt Berne and followed them all out of the door.

We took the same spots as the other day and this time Jason drove southwards. In about twenty minutes we were at a big house. It was winter and already dark. The music was loud and hypnotizing. We entered.

It was a frat party. Yippee. If you haven't gotten it yet, I don't like parties in general.

College kids everywhere guys from my classes, Girls in skimpy dresses. Drugs, alcohol and a lot of it. I followed the guys in as they greeted everyone they knew. They got themselves a couple of drinks and Little did I know that this was where the fun was going to start.

A small group of people in the back were huddled in a crowd. Chris took my hand and pulled me along. He stopped and introduces me to the crowd. And that's when I realized they were playing truth or dare. 

There was a bottle and couple of condoms kept near them. Some chocolate sauce, bananas and other stuff that you know symbolized adulthood.

One girl clubbed us into pairs. I was with Stan. Yippee again. And I know you guys think it's weird, but there were a lot of guy-guy groups and girl-girl groups. Chris was with another guy I didn't obviously recognize. There were more guy-guy groups than any other types coming to think about it.

Here however no one seemed to care really about the repercussions. The bottle spun and landed on two girls. Someone called out from an iPhone -'kiss her ' it was the adult truth or dare game. I'd seen that on torias phone once. I didn't like the sound of it.

It didn't seem like truth was an option here. It was dares and double dares. On torias phone there were all categories right from feet to bondage. It gave me the chills just thinking about it.

I looked at Stan. He was a divine picture of serenity. He was composed and smiling. I did notice the growing bulge in his jeans but not enough to care about it. The two girls kissed and the bottle spun again. This time it fell on a two guys. Every time it spun by my heart stopped. I was sweating. It could've been the pressure of Chris watching me or just I was afraid that someone would find out.

The guys' dare was worse. One had to unbutton the others pants with his teeth. The crowd cheered when it was over. The bottle spun again and landed on me. My heart somersaulted.

"Make out with your partner!" The guy in charge of giving the dares announced. Well this was a problem. My body wasn't working. I looked at Stan. He was smiling. He crept closer.

"At least I get my wish," he whispered.

I closed my eyes and kissed him. My hands on this face. Our tongues thrashed against each others. I was getting aroused. It wasn't the kiss, but just the thought that Chris might get jealous and come to me.

Who was I kidding, it was the kiss. Stan was hot, in a cute way?! And he was gay and he understood what I was going through. The more I accepted my truth the more I was Attracted to Stan.

After a minute we were breathless and off each other's faces. I looked at him. His piercing eyes searching mine. He was looking at me. For a minute I saw a smile and he was back to his emotionless composure. I looked at Chris. He was staring at me, grinning widely.

Everyone around me seemed to be happy then why was I feeling miserable. For one, I had the most sensuous kiss ever with Stan who wasn't Chris. Second, Chris didn't give a hoot that I was kissing someone else. And third, I was however filled with rage when he had to lick his partner's neck.

I couldn't handle it and I excused myself from the game. I went upstairs searching for the balcony for some air. You know how a party like this gets. People were having sex all over the place. I actually saw two couples going at it in the same bathroom. It was like a fuck fest and I wanted nothing to do with it.

I went into one of the only empty rooms left. I Walked onto the balcony and Lost it. I began to cry. Why was I such a loser? Who cries for this sort of stuff? I controlled myself before someone came through the door. The person stood next to me in the balcony.

I half expected it to be Stan. But I really WANTED it to be Chris. It was neither.

"I hope I'm not bothering you?" A girl's voice echoed in my head.

"NO it fine. I guess I'm not the only one who needs air," I laughed.

She laughed as well, "well I saw you walked away from the game down there," her sultry voice made me turn my head.

She was a heavenly picture of gothicness. To a limit she looked like the over-done female version on Chris, with the black hair and all. She turned and walked out before I could admire her enough.

"Anyways ciao, hope you come back down," she said before she closed the door.

I stared into the sky. The moon in all it's glory. There was not a star in the sky. Weird. Someone else opened the door and walked in. The person stood behind me and put his hands on my shoulders.

I turned. It was Stan. My heart beat fast. My breath was shallow. My legs were numb. He closed his eyes and we kissed. It was the most passionate kiss I had ever had. His soft touch on my face. He moved his hands and the warmth from his fingers were replaced by the ice cold air. His hands gently slipped to the front of my shirt.

He unbuttoned it effortlessly and threw it near the bed. I knew it was happening. I was going to have sex. I was erect and my dick yearned for some love. I undid his shirt, not as stealthily though, and let it drop. He moved me to the bed and pinned me down.

His chiselled self rubbing against my stomach. He licked my neck. And gently bit my ear. I moaned in soft pleasure. I erased my mind of any thoughts that entered. I owed it to Stan.

He rubbed his hand over my body and slipped it down my pants under my boxers. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off. A huge tent mounted my sight. For the first time I felt a sexual urge so large, that if he wasn't there I would be even humped a chair a hundred times. I was so aroused. I gave out soft moans at his every touch. He lowered his head to my nipples. Softly and gently licking, sucking and biting them. He shifted lower, teasing with his tongue till he was at the base of my boxers.

He slipped them off to expose my throbbing errection. He bent lower and gently licked the shaft. A wave of pleasure swooned me. I let out another soft moan. He licked it and serviced it till my own cock begged for him to take it in. Precum oozing by the second. He cupped my balls and lowered his lips on my penis. He took in the head, lashing his lips against it.

I squirmed. Waves of ecstasy flowed through me. This was my first blowjob from a guy and to be quite honest it was the best yet. He went in deeper each time. I thrusted my hips. Each time deeper till my whole cock was in his mouth. He left it there before releasing me again. His hands roamed my body feeling every inch of it.

I wanted his cock in my mouth. The mere sight of him licking my dick looking at me made me want to eat him. I ushered him. He pulled off his underwear to expose his monster cock. I was hungry and nothing but large could satisfy me. My seven inch penis felt like a banana compared to his giant nine inch pole.

"Wow, you must be able to do everything with that," I winked at him.

He brought his hips towards me such that his ass was almost in my face. I pulled his semi erect penis backwards and sucked on it. It took me some effort to put even the head inside. The feeling of his flesh in me surged a new wave of pleasure.

He dug his hips into me increasing the pace each time. id sucks to create suction and drain out any precum he had.

We shifted again and he was taking me in once more. I shoved faster till finally my body pulsed and my hands dug into the sheet.

"I'm going to cum!" I breathed out.

And I released myself into him. He swallowed every bit of it like a hungry slut. But he wasn't done. He lifted my legs and dug his face into me. He began licking my ass. Each thrust of his tongue opened new senses and each time I was struck with awe.

"We can stop here if you like?" He asked observing my face carefully.

"No way have I wanted that monster in me." I wanted it bad. I wanted to give him back for making me cum for the best orgasm I've ever had. "Master I want you to punish me." I said a devious smile on my face. I was trying role play.......

"Well then get ready to be destroyed." He smirked.

He laid me on my back and pulled my legs over his shoulder.

He lubed my hole and gently slid a finger in. I moaned in pleasure. Within no time he had two inside. He brought his penis near my hole and pushed it against me. He pushed harder and the head slid in. He waited for me to get adjusted.

All I could feel was pain and I screamed in it too. He waited patiently concerned look on his face. "I can stop if you want?"

"No!" I was firm, "fuck me hard. Destroy my hole. Punish me till I cry!" I begged.

He slid in more, an inch or so. The pain gripped me, my hands clinging to the sheets. I screamed and yelled and shouted. He slid in two inches more. We were not even halfway. He pulled out slowly and a new wave of pain surged me. I cried out.

He slid again adding two inches each time. He was careful not to Hurt me too much. He pulled it out and this time was merciless. He thrusted it in, covering up the three inches he had left before. It felt like my ass would tear even though his dick wasn't as thick as mine.

My ass was on fire and I was crying. I had lost all thoughts of Chris. I didn't care. I was with someone who comforted me. Though Not at the moment. Someone who was gay. Someone who understood me. I could never be with Chris. It just wasn't meant to be. However much I convinced myself, an ache in my stomach told me different.

Secretly inside I prayed everyday that Chris would realize. This was beginning to sound like Taylor swifts you belong with me. But that was the case.

He pulled it out again and I could feel him moving inside me. He shoved again each time the pain reducing. He shoved faster and deeper, Each time the pain being replaced by pleasure.

"Faster sire! deeper! Fuck me hard! Fuck me till I die!" My voice was hoarse and I sounded slutty enough for him to obey.

He did exactly so thrusting in faster, harder. My hands were on the columns of the headboard. Each time he pushed in the bed shook with the weight. He was like an express train fast and deep each time hitting the right spot sending waves of pleasure through me. Each time soft moans escaped my lips. He was breathing hard and moaning loud.

My previously dead cock had sprung to life. He put one hand on it and just by his touch I came again. Two orgasms in about 20 minutes. This had never happened to me before even with a girl.

He pushed in; each time small grunts escaped his mouth. He humped me like there was no tomorrow. No matter what I felt he was persistent. He moved in till his thighs slapped against me. I wondered how I could take in 9 inches.

"Faster sire! Hump me! Punish me! Deeper! Destroy me! Make me pay. Please!" I begged him. I was out of words. I would keep this up till he came. I wanted that.

That was the last even he could take. I felt his body tense and he slowed down. And then I felt it his hot cum in me. He collapsed on me both of us sweating and panting.

He waited for his cock to get soft before he pulled it out leaving me feel empty without his jumbo dick. Silence. We just lay there......holding each other tight .After ten minutes, He kissed me before he got up, cleaned himself and slid his clothes back on. I did the same and we walked out together.

The place was packed as ever and no one seemed to notice anything. We went back down and stood in a corner. Not a word between us.

Chris was in his jeans.......only. No shirt. His body glistened. His chiselled body gleaming in the dim light. His perfect abs and chest. I was erect again and I couldn't believe it. Sweat trickled down my forehead. I felt feverish and I wanted to go home. I looked at my watch. It was only 9:30.

I looked at Chris; He was staring right at me. He mouthed something and grinned.



Mr. Perfect Ch. 04



Chapter 4- The Trial

I reached home at eleven and aunt Berne was sleeping already. I didn't really expect her to be awake. I locked up and went to my room. Chris had driven me home like he usually did. I never really did find out how he returned the car to Jason the other day, because he had left it in my place.

I shut my eyes. Just thinking about him made me hot. My hands automatically reached for my throbbing cock. I had fantasized being with Chris for so long. My ass hurt a little but it wasn't uncomfortable. Then Stan's face came into my head.

His face, those mesmerising eyes. I tried to remove all thoughts. It wasn't working. I was not going to be able to sleep with all this stuff going around in my head. I lay there still, listening to the sounds of the night. I stared at the ceiling.

The next thing I knew, someone trying to push me off the bed. It wasn't really that hard I wasn't a jumbo guy. I was quite lanky actually.

I opened my eyes weary of my surroundings. Someone's face was inches from mine. I opened wide to see Chris inches from my face.

"Boo!" He whispered.

I pushed him back. "How the hell did you get in? Forget that WHY are you here?"

"You told me to get my bike and meet up- some place you were taking me. By the way are you going to be able to ride your bike?" He grinned.

"Oh shut up!" I screamed.

"No really I could hear you scream all the way from where we were playing." He smirked. .

"SO! What do you care? Why, do you want to know how it feels?" I asked him sarcastically.

"Sure," he replied even more sarcastically.

"Why you-" I jumped off the bed and pushed him to the floor. Okay when I wanted to I can be very strong. As I said I'm not a whimp I just study too much.

I had him pinned. His hands were at the back and I was sitting on them. I pulled on his hair.

"Oh you are going to LOVE this!" I said.

"Okay okay please Jake- my lord, the divine, the great god of sex, the greatest please I'm begging you to let me live another day," as he uttered my lord all the memories of last night came crashing to me. I couldn't help but smile. Stan's face swirled around me. I suddenly felt guilty but this is what made me fall for Chris over and over again - he was so adorable.

"Fine but just this one time," I said firmly and we burst out laughing.

I brushed my teeth and we headed down. Aunt Berne was making pancakes. Somehow every time I saw she was always near the stove cooking something.

"Good morning! Did you let this idiot into my room to wake me up?" I asked her, "By the way it smells delicious."

"Why yes, since you'd never wake up if I just call for you. Chris dear have you had breakfast?" She shifted topics in seconds.

"Umm yes Ms Berne " he said politely.

"Well but you have to have some pancakes," she forced some down his throat.

"Well how can I say no when they smell so good and are from such a lovely lady?" he was buttering her up like he had all the butter in the world. I just sat there and smiled like an imp.

"You know aunt Berne today I am going to make lunch for you!" I announced.

"Yes and since I seem to be eating here more than I do at my own house I will help Jake too," Chris chimed in.

"Oh please I bet you couldn't hold a spatula if your life depended on it," I smiled a sarcastically.

"Excuse me I have made delectable things - umm I can make an omelette" Chris grinned. "Besides you're going to need someone to supervise anyways. And I can cut stuff."

I got up finishing the last of the pancake. "Now I figured out why you don't stay in the dorm," I smiled gently pushing him.

"Ok aunt Berne were going to check out the pool well be back in an hour." I said before closing the door.

Chris was right it did hurt a little to be on a bike. Actually it felt weird. He offered to carry me on his but I graciously refused. We rode down a couple of blocks before we reached the place. We parked our bikes nearby and walked in.

God! Since I had transferred I hadn't gone for swimming. First of all St Paul isn't exactly the warmest city in the world and suddenly I had the urge to swim again. The chlorine water smell filled me up. Ok fine the real reason I swam was to see hot guys in trunks. But I really did love swimming and I was quite good at I too.

"Okay this is good!" I said loudly.

"You like to swim?" He asked slight discord on his face.

"Why you don't?" I looked at his face, "don't tell me-you are AFRAID to swim?!"

"Why don't you announce it on the radio huh?" He huffed, "no I have never had an affinity to water"

"Well then I don't reckon you'll come with me day after tomorrow onwards" I said disappointed.

"I'll sit out while you swim," he smiled.

We headed back out and grabbed our bikes to cycle back home.

"So you did really do it yesterday?" Chris asked along the way his voice trying to conceal what seemed to me like disappointment. But I might have been imagining things.

"Yeah," I replied nonchalantly.

"Umm how was it? I mean is it better than regular sex?" he spoke like a kid.

"Well depends on how you look at it but yeah it might hurt in the beginning but the pleasure outwits it later." I answered choosing my words carefully.

That was the last I heard of that topic.

The rest of the trip was quiet. We didn't go home directly; we made a detour to the super market to pick up supplies. The very same one where I had 'bumped' into Chris. I owed that supermarket everything.

"So what are we going to make?" I asked him.

"Hey don't ask me the only things I can make are omelettes. But I did learn a cake recipe from one of my girlfriends. We can try that for desert. "He said.

" Well I can make salmon and asparagus. And soup I love carrot soup!" I said.

We bought the supplies and headed home.

"Do your parents ever worry about where you are for meals?" I asked him on the way back.

"Nah! Oh shit about meals and parents. I told them about the dinner and they insisted on having you for lunch tomorrow afternoon. I might have said you agreed. And yeah I tell them where I am. That's the beauty of SMS. "He said

"Ok so that doesn't leave me any choice does it. But my parents are arriving tomorrow night from California. "My voice trailed off. The thought of my parents hadn't even occurred to me. I was supposed to tell them about the THING.

I had written a speech and all and I had run it through aunt Berne once to be safe. She was my support pillar.

We reached home and dashed to the kitchen. It was only an hour to lunch. I took out the salmon and began working on it while Chris removed the stuff for his cake. Five minutes later my fish was marinated and resting.

"Do you need any help?" I asked Chris.

"Well, I'm lost! So even if you knew where I was it wouldn't help. "He said looking disappointed.

"Well you put in the flour. I think the next is egg. "I said. His face lit up-EGGS. What was this guy's obsession with eggs?

"No just put them in add sugar and whisk till it's like a batter," I commanded." Oh someone's going to have to manage everything here "I mimicked him in a shrill voice.

"Hey it's not my fault you're a good cook. "He said.

I turned around to look at him and he threw flour on me. "What the!" I said.

That was it. I was not taking this shit.

I took an egg and cracked it on his head. "It acts as a conditioner" I said cool-ly.

He tried to make a break for another egg when aunt Berne came to the scene. "Well if I knew cooking was going to be like this I would have supervised." She said sternly.

Thank god she intervened. I was on the receiving egg of scrambled eggs. She instructed us to clean up and then we'd have lunch.

"I hope you're not making lunch tomorrow?" I prodded Chris.

"Nah don't worry we have a cook," he grinned.

We cleaned up. Ok I was out in seconds. Chris on the other hand was going to take long. We waited for him at the table patiently.

"You're right this is as a good conditioner," he said laughing. "Ok sit I am going to serve" I served them the fish which was marinating in lemon orange and fenugreek. It was half sesame encrusted and half plain.

I cut the fish into two pieces one with the crust and one without. I pan fried the crust end and sautéed the asparagus and skilfully arranged it on the plate. I steamed the other end in a tea essence and placed it on a plate.

"Ta da enjoys!" I said and handed both of them the plates.

They ate it and from what I could see in Chris' expressions he liked it.

"It's ok the cake is going to......take the cake," he winked.

"Well its delicious Jake who knew you could cook? I'd have had you to make meals more often. "Aunt Berne said sweetly.

"About meals Chris tells her!" I motioned to Chris.

"Ah yes Ms Berne my parents have invited Jake and yourself for lunch tomorrow. Sorry I forgot to tell you," he said cordially.

"Well I'd be glad to meet parents of such a fine young man as you" she said. When did this conversation become so archaic? Weren't we just talking about sous vie?

Everyone finished their lunch and I handed them Chris' baking cake. I took a bite I don't know if it was my face or just that Chris tasted it himself.

"Yuch! This is horrible. And yes Jake you made your point you can stop scowling now. "He said slightly disappointed.

Well it's just one thing we are going to work on. Besides it's only cooking?! So what I could suck at something. Ok who was I kidding? Fine just kidding really.

We went up to my room after cleaning up. Chris dashed for my bed and sprung himself wide open on the it.

"Great genius, where am I to sit now?" I said disparagingly. He raised his arms and winked. I was defeated. My heart melted over and over. It was like a liquid condensation process.

"He sat up. How was it really?" He asked looking at me, suddenly serious.

"Well it was really bad," I said seriously too.

"I'm not talking about the cake! I'm talking about sex!" He emphasized. "Was Stan big?" Again with This shit. Why was h so interested? Was he -? My heart pounded.

Well ok it's not like the only thing guys talk about are their penises but ever so often a conversation does start up about the sex with a girl or the length of your prick and you get an inferiority complex.

"Well it's HUGE" I said. I didn't really want to talk about this with Chris. He was a straight guy and no matter how many ever gay questions he asked, I knew he'd never thought about guys that way.

That was it of the conversation. After about half an hour, he left and room felt empty as ever. It was filled with sudden desolation.

I took out my phone and started typing. 'Hey you nearby?' I sent it out. Seconds later a message came 'yea' Stan was nearby. 'Meet at the park?' I sent eagerly. 'Sure' came the instantaneous reply.

I wore my shoes, grabbed my bike and cycled to the park. Stan was there sitting on one of the benches. I sat down beside him and for some time we didn't say anything. Even in our silence I could understand every word of what he wanted to say. 

"Jake I was thinking," he finally broke the silence "Ok well I was thinking, would you be my boyfriend? We can keep it in wraps for a while. "

I was dumbstruck. I thought this would be one of those friends with benefits things and you know I'd be Chris' boyfriend. Then the harsh realization of it hit me.

I was never going to be Chris' boyfriend. I was just going to be 'friend'.

"I have to think about it. This is a huge deal to me. I haven't even told m parents I'm gay." I said diplomatically.

"Well ok you decide and tell me." He said cheerfully.

But even I knew that this offer wasn't going to last long. Stan was a popular guy and he was very good looking. I wouldn't be much to compare up to.

We just sat there and he held my hand. 

It was the day before thanksgiving. My parent were Coming today. It was D day. They would be staying with aunt Berne. Well our family wasn't really big. My grandparents had only two children- aunt Berne and my dad. Aunt Berne didn't have kids so basically the only children were my sis and I.

I had decided I was going to tell them. But before that the big event - lunch at Chris' house.

It had to be perfect. It was only 11:30 when I hovered around my closet to see what to wear. Casual or formal? I decided sweater it is. I had a bath scrubbing myself to seem as clean and fresh and pink as I possibly could.

I came out and pulled on the white shirt. You can't go wrong with a white shirt. I pulled over my black sweater and rolled up the sleeves. Black jeans and I was done. Well my trustee converse and my hair and then I was done. I looked good even if I do say so I and I felt great. I went down and sat nervously on the sofa idly twiddling my thumbs. Aunt Berne came down the stairs.

She was an image of serenity. I was worried shed gather more attention than me. I smiled at her and we walked out the door. I drove till their apartment.

We rang the door bell. My heart was racing. My head was spinning. It was like I was under major scrutiny. The door opened and my heart skipped a beat.

It was Chris' mom. She was beautiful. She was the type of person you'd see in the Hamptons. Pitch black hair till her shoulders. Fair flawless skin with a perfectly embroidered pair of lips. But I knew it'd take more than one beautiful parent to make someone like Chris.

She was really breath taking.

She was clad in jeans and floral shirt with the highest heels I've ever seen. She was at least 5 inches taller than what she really was. "Hi! Please come in! You must be Jake and Lauren!" She said in a cheerful voice. It was actually quite creepy. It was high pitched but her eyes were the softest. Chris had her eyes.

"Lovely to meet you Mrs Trey!" I said politely. Aunt Berne and she were exchanging hugs beside me.

We graciously entered and took a seat on the sofa. Chris' dad came into the room. If I thought his mom was beautiful I sure know where Chris got his HOT from. I'm not kidding Chris' dad was hot. He was an older more mature version on Chris. Black hair that fell effortlessly and complemented his face. They were like the Adams family - creepy........I shuddered.

I would so look like the black sheep if we ever get together. They were all just so perfect. They were like how Stepheny Meyer describes the Cullens. Only they don't look pasty white, they are naturally beautiful.

"Afternoon Mr Trey!" I shook his hand and smiled. Chris came in behind him. My heart had already stopped twice I wasn't sure it could handle a third stop.

Chris was not very tall. I was taller than him. He was 5'11". His mom was about the same height and his dad was my height. My poor aunt Berne must've felt like a dwarf with us.

Chris' mom ushered us to the dining room and the table. We took our seats. Chris was right opposite me while his mom and dad were beside my aunt.

"So Chris tells me you go to the University for Geology?" She said striking up a conversation.

"Yes," I smiled, "well I always had an interest in geography and so I decided to pursue that."

The conversation went on from college to work to anything and everything. I found out more about Chris in that hour or two than in the time I had known him. There was enough embarrassment for everyone to share.

And the food. Oh my god doesn't get me started on the food. It was the best I've ever had for home dining. I obviously knew it wasn't Chris who cooked. I complemented his mother for an exquisite meal.

After a whole lot of laughing and even more desert, we left with hugs and kisses. Chris came back home with us. He really spent more time with us than in his own house.

Now here is where I can tell you we were incompatible. You know all that bullshit about opposites attract. It's all lies. People need something similar for them to survive. In all the time I spent with Chris, not once had he mentioned studies or books or college. Big no for me cause that seemed to be the only other thing I thought about.

I know what it seems like, he coming home and all- but trust me it wasn't. He knew I was going to tell my parents and he figured I'd need support.

"Really whose genes did you acquire?" I said jokingly "It's obvious you didn't get the looks and definitely not the cooking"

"Ha-ha very funny. So you've decided right?" His voice suddenly turned grave.

"Yes. I've got a backup plan too. "I sighed,"I mean it's not going to be bad, they're my parents they have to accept it."

"Well just in case you can spend the night in my place or at least till things cool down if they turn bad. "He reassured me.

I was to pick them up after an hour from the airport.

We sat in my room not a word exchanged between the two of us. I began clearing the room while Chris helped behind me. It was only a matter of time. Fifteen minutes before I left Chris said he was going home..... His parents had asked him to come back.

I took out the car and headed out to the airport. It was the longest agonizing wait for me. My hands were sweaty. I hadn't seen my parents since I transferred. But it really wasn't all that emotional either. I had gotten used to it.

I idly walked up and down the waiting place till I saw my sister's head amongst the crowd. She had grown quite tall now. Behind her my mom and dad strolled their luggage out.

"Hi mom, dad, Vivian!" I hugged each of them sequentially. I was surprised I wasn't getting emotional at all. Neither were they of course. I gathered their luggage into the car and drove them home. We exchanged pleasantries along the way. How school was going, Vivian's friends, moms rattling after her, dads work. And though it lasted the whole way there was a distant feel to the conversation.

We reached home and after the whole meeting with aunt Berne everyone settled down into their rooms etc. Half an hour later aunt Berne and mom called for dinner.

My mom had the rustic look. She had very strong facial features pronounce cheek bones. She was not very tall and had long blonde hair. She looked a little like Sarah Jessica Parker. My dad was the typical stern looking type. He had a beard and moustache. Ink black hair and sharp piercing eyes. I really don't know where I came from.....

Vivian was well she's just my sister. Nothing much to say. We had that love hate relationship. I'd fight with her in one breath and in the same I'd be hugging her. She was my baby sister and that would never change.

We sat at the table. My dad began his prayer. I had forgotten all about the antics that go on at home. My parents were very orthodox and religious. They'd pray before every meal. Church every Sunday without fail. We were sort of like Bree on desperate housewives.

After the chant and once everyone started eating, I decided it was time. My heart pounded fast. I was sweating. My stomach churning. This was fear. I don't even know why I was afraid. What could they say?

As everyone continues chatting on about the latest the conversation shifted to me. I couldn't do it. I didn't know how to do it. I was afraid, not of being accepted but of losing the concept of family that was drilled in my mind.

From a very young age the idea of wife, children church was ingrained into me. I was something I was forced to live. As the years passed I knew it was never going to be like that. I could never carry down the pure line of sons that ran in my family.

"Mom, dad I have to tell you guys something." I said getting their attention.

"Yes honey what is it?" My mom said her eyes gentle.

"Well I wanted to tell you guys - I'm gay." I said slowly.

"What?! What do you mean?" My dad bellowed.

"Yes exactly that -I'm gay I'm attracted to guys." I cleared the air.

No one said anything. My sister slurped her soup and my mom looked down at her bowl. The silence was deafening.




Mr. Perfect Ch. 04



My dad banged his hand on the table. I jerked. What was happening? This wasn't supposed to be happening. They were supposed to love me take me in their arms, Humour me.

Where had the family that I loved gone? Where were the familiar faces that would put me to bed every night when I was young? Who ate the parents who would cry at every speech of mine and hug and kiss me every time I fell?

The harsh realization of reality hit me. Tears flooded my eyes. This was going southward.

"Honey," my mom cut in, "are you sure?" she was holding my dad's hand trying to stop him from exploding. She noticed me glimpse at the sight and tears filled her eyes.

"Yes mom I can't do anything about it." I said softly.

"This is outrageous!" My dad was angry, "you've had girlfriends. You can't be gay! God all that time we thought you wanted to go to the dorms!" He was screaming. Going to college had nothing to do with it.

"Well face it or not I am. I didn't want to be this way," I got up. I was going to run. My face was hot and I was feeling feverish.

"We're going to take you to church the pastor can do something. How can my son a pure bread Christian be gay? What will everyone say?" he stood up.

"I don't care about what they say if you cannot be open minded and accept it then I think you should just keep your opinions to yourself!" I was screaming now. I was crying and I was shaking. "I'm not asking for your approval and I'm not begging for you to accept me. And church is gods place. If gays weren't meant to be why did he create people who were gay in the first place?"

"He didn't it's a disease and don't you dare say a word. Oh god! This can't be happening. Why MY son! Why are you punishing us?" He raised his hand and hit himself repeatedly.

"Dad stop!" I was screaming like a child. Screeching more like.

"Then come with us. We can help you be alright." He was crying.

"Be alright from what? There is nothing wrong with me, it's you. You are that narrow minded that you can't accept the fact that your son is gay! Dad it's genetic! It's.....you're the reason -" he ploughed his hand down. He slapped me. My face stung.

I felt his hard hit on my cheek. I had all the mind to turn and punch him. "See I have the respect and decency to not turn back and hit you myself. Is this what your GOD taught you?"

He was now mad. I was weeping and my mom was standing behind him.

"You know what -" I began.

"Enough Jake! You're dad is right. Shut up and listen to yourself. Think about what people will say. What will we tell gran and everyone? "

"Lorena - enough! He's your little boy how could you be like this?" aunt Berne said finally stepping between dad and me.

"Stay out of this Lauren. This is a family matter. Jake you have a problem, let us help you. You are not mentally sound. My son can't be gay "she said. She seemed to be trying to convince herself more than me.

My dad stepped forward and pushed aunt Berne aside. "Now you can decide you either cone with us to church to get healed or get out."

"I'm not coming to your firkin church for some shit that's your fault. You all are freaking mad. You should be treated." I was desperately trying to get out now. I was weeping and my eyes bloodshot with a mixture of anger and hurt.

Every ounce of respect I had from them was replaced with haltered. I felt like dying. I longed for the soft touch of my parents. Their accepting smiles.

"Then get out of my sight" he said turning around.

I ran up the stairs, picked up the bag I had packed and slammed the door behind me. I was crying my heart was pounding and my head was spinning.

How could they be like this? What was wrong with them? They were my parents! My support system! I felt anger and rage. I felt like running around the road screaming -IM GAY and then saying something disgusting about my parents.

I ran up the road towards Chris' house. A car stopped beside me.

"Get in it's going to be fine," Stan's voice filled my ears.

I got into his car and he put his arms around me he kissed me and we sped off.



Mr. Perfect Ch. 05



 Ch5- The Beautiful

I hated them! They were my parents. How could they be like that? Did they not have slightest ounce of humanity? I was their freaking SON! All those stories about happy 'coming outs', all a pile of bull shit! I was angry, I was hurt and I was scared.

I was angry at god for making me like this- GAY. Why me? Why did I have those sorts of parents? I was angry at myself for being so stupid to think that I could tell them. I clenched my fists and cried till I couldn't take it myself.

"What did they say?" Stan asked his voice cutting through my thoughts.

"I don't really want to talk about it. I knew it was a bad idea. It was no use telling them." I began crying again. Hell I wanted to talk about it. I wished I could pour out my heart onto someone else, someone who wouldn't judge me.

Stan stopped the car to the side. He wrapped his hands around me and I cried on his chest, probably soaking his shirt through. "Its ok, it will be fine." He said stroking my hair.

"I'll tell you what why don't you come home, were only a couple of minutes away and stay with me till you figure things out. Anyways tomorrow is thanksgiving, so you might as well just stay." He said.

I looked at him straight into his eyes. They weren't the same as Chris', but I was being such an ungrateful person. Here I was weeping and shivering in the hands of one of the dreamiest boys, who was comforting me and taking care of me, and all I could think of was Chris.

I was such a waste and I felt like it too.

Stan drove up the lane into a gate. I looked up teary eyed. My mouth dropped. Parents farm house my ass. It was a mansion. I suddenly felt like a loser with my problems, weak and pathetic.

"I thought you lived in a farm house?" I asked him from behind my tears, a smile creeping up my face.

"Well......" He smiled. He leaned forward and kissed me. His soft lips felt like heaven after all the shit I've faced. I could just stare at them all day and I would be satisfied.

We got down from the car and headed to the door. I followed behind him.

There was a note on the table-

"We've gone out, will be late don't wait - 

mom".

Stan crumpled the note and took me up to his "room". It was more like a floor. His house was exactly the types you see on cribs. The real expensive types- high ceilings, chandeliers, marble floors, lush curtains.

He ushered me onto the bed and we snuggled under the blankets till I dozed off.







I woke up with a start and looked at my watch. It was 12:30. I turned to see Stan. He was lying still motionless. His body basked in the crystal white moonlight. His physique made me feel like a fat ass. He was really magnificent. His blonde hair, his flawless lips.

I was overwhelmed with emotions. I thanked that very freaking god for blessing him with such a lovely Home and parents. If there was one thing that my Parents taught me was to be grateful for others.

Then Chris' smiling face swept across my mind. He was so kind and offered support. My heart thudded. I felt the ache Again. I was pathetic. No I was worse I was a slut. I was moaning over the one boy that was unachievable and in my own selfishness I forgot about the one who actually loved me.

I could never love Stan. I could never love anyone other than Chris. I got out of bed and walked over to his study and scribbled on a piece of paper.

'Hey Stan,



By the time you wake up I would be gone. I didn't want to sound emo but I can't help it, that's how useless I am. I'm really grateful for your generosity and love and care. But I cannot do this anymore I can't hurt you anymore.

You were right that day. I think I am in love with Chris. And I know how ungrateful I must seem right now. But I truly mean this - I don't deserve you. You deserve someone who will love you back 

and someone if there is ever who has a heart bigger than yours.

Oh great this is making me cry. Thank you so much for being there when I needed you the most........you really do deserve better. Before I go I still remember what you said and I know for sure now - 13th hall avenue but I guess it's too late for that now.

I'm really sorry and I wouldn't be upset if you hated me. But I hope you of all people you would understand.

Love always, 

Jake '

I wept. This was the hardest thing to do, but I knew it was what I had to do. I grabbed my bag and bolted out. I ran down the street and onto the main road. I turned a corner and walked northwards, the opposite direction from my house.

I moved inwards, the winter air biting cold. The city was alive and merry. Families gathered and sat around laughing and drinking. I couldn't handle it. I walked into one of the more desolate locations. Boys my age were smoking around on the side. I hurried my pace, till I reached another turn out of their sight and then I slowed down. I walked past a building when a hand grabbed my from behind and I felt something hard pound into my head.

I winced in pain and before I knew it I lost consciousness.





I didn't know where I was or what time it was when I got up. I wasn't on the street anymore. I rubbed my eyes and looked around. There was total darkness. I felt a shooting pain in my head and I moved my hand upwards. I felt the bruise and everything came back to me. Someone had hit me and I had lost consciousness. I searched around the dark room, my eyes adjusting gradually to the lack of light.

It was only then did I realize that I didn't have my shirt or pants on.......hundred different thoughts came rushing to mind. I searched around for my bag. Did What I think really happen happen? 

I got up in my underwear my feet bare. I was still groggy and my movements disjointed. I felt around the room till I reached what felt like a door.

I opened it, funny it was unlocked. I walked out into the piercing sun. My eyes closed and my head throbbed as my sensitive eyes adjusted to the light. It was freezing cold and I was half naked on the road on thanksgiving.

I didn't know what to do. I left the door half open and went back into the room to see where my clothes and bag was. It was only then did I realize that this wasn't a room, it was a storage godown. I looked around the room till I spotted my bag. I opened it half of everything 

inside was gone. My laptop, all of my money, and half of my underwear?!

I pulled out a shirt and a pair of jeans and jumped into them before putting on the only sweater I had left in the bag. I searched for my cell phone. Did I even take my phone when I left? I couldn't remember.

There was only one thing I knew for sure I had gotten mugged nothing else. This wasn't my first time.... And I didn't seem to have learnt from my previous encounters.

I walked out of the deserted godown. I didn't have any shoes and it was no use wearing socks. My feet were freezing. I improvised and wore all the pairs of socks I had remaining and ran 

down the street. I got onto the main road and looked around for some familiar place.

It was odd I couldn't recognize a single building in the locality. I mean I had been here a year now and I knew St. Paul in and out. I walked up the road with my backpack slouched over my shoulders. It was hopeless to continue on the main road but I dared not turn inwards again. I walked up a little more and decided I had to move inwards.

I continued into the desolate alleyways, narrow and cramped, past icky looking houses. Turning was a mistake. This place was filled with drunks and people who looked like they would kill me. One guy winked at me and poured his lips as to kiss me.



I pulled my backpack closer and walked on. I was halfway down the lane when someone grabbed me from behind. It was one of the homeless vagabonds. He held me tight till one of his accompanists joined him. They took turns looking at me. I closed my eyes and a tear trickled down my cheek.

"Oh pretty boy is he," one of them said. I could feel his face inches from mine, his breath reeking of alcohol.

I was going to kick him any second and run.

"Oh but look this guy ain't got no shoes. Lonely guy eh? Maybe he needs some loving." One of them suggested. That was it. I kicked the one holding me and ran. I ran as fast as my feet were willing to 

comply. I reached the corner ignoring anything behind me. I turned once again and rammed into a moving car.

"Oye watch it." The man yelled from inside.

"Sorry but someone's after me," I panted out, looking behind me. The passenger side of the car door opened.

"Get in. You shouldn't be here in this part of town anyways." The man said as I sat down. I really wasn't paying any attention to him; I was more worried about the people who I just ran away from. Surely they wouldn't follow me now.

This whole coming out thing was turning into one of those really bad dreams where the clown eats everyone at the carnival.

I relaxed and saw the man in whom I laid my trust. Wow! Wonder of wonders! No it wasn't Stan. I know that's what y'all are thinking. It wasn't Chris either. Big whoop!

It was some guy I didn't know. But my god wouldn't I like to get to know him. We were far away from the street now and I eased up. I mean I know it must seem ridiculous that everyone I've mentioned here seemed to be really hot and attractive but honestly this town 

seemed to be full of them. Well I was the only exception.

Maybe he wasn't perfect like Chris or really cute like Stan but in the moment he was a god sent angel......a regular ruggedly handsome guy.

"Uh.... I'm Jake by the way." I said trying to stop myself from staring at him.

He had sharp piercing blue eyes. Coincidence much. Really blue. His eyes were like clean swimming pool water- beautiful blue. I could actually swim in them.

He had faint pink lips which really didn't suit his voice. They were not very whole but crooked into a smile at the corner

"Well I'm flattered that you are interested in my face but your staring is really distracting me. I don't think I can concentrate on driving if you keep it up." He smiled.

OMG! Oral hygiene A1. He had beautiful dimples when he smiled that accentuated his square jaw. He had the softest grey hair and pale skin. He looked like someone off Sims or those anime on TV.

I turned back to see the road in front of me. I kept glancing back at his face, each time observing a new feature. He was not exactly young. But his grey hair wasn't an indication of that. He would have been in his mid 30s.

"So where do you want me to drop you? Oh and I'm Will- William Page." he said before he turned to see my face for a reply.

He studied me for a second and then realized. "Oh.....are you running away or......" his voice trailed off. I knew what they or meant.



"Well both," I said, "my parents are dead to me now and I'm not going to stay at my aunt's house while they are here." That might have come out worse than I wanted but my heart felt like it was right.

He looked at me once again and stopped the car on the side. "I just noticed your bleeding or you did bleed, do you want me to take you to a hospital?" He asked politely. His voice shackled with concern.

"No I'm fine, I don't know how it happened but can you take me home I'm going to collect some stuff and then find a motel or go back to the university." I said, tears trickling down my eyes at the thought of going back home.

I gave him the address and he drove me straight there. I got down and he said he'd wait. I rang the doorbell, only to be answered by aunt Berne.

"Jacob where have you been? I've been trying to call you for 2 days......" She looked at me her eyes filled with tears.

I didn't want to listen to her. I couldn't listen to her. I blanked my mind and shut my ears to everything around me.

"Aunt Berne, I've just come to collect some stuff, and then I'm going to the university campus." I stepped beside her and ran up the stairs to my room.

I shoved in everything I could get. I didn't see my parents or my sister. I ran down and zipped out of the door. I didn't have the courage to say bye to her. She was the only one I truly loved in that sorry excuse of a family. I turned to look at the house as Will sped off.

Aunt Berne was standing outside clutching onto her hanky. She was crying. My sister came out and stood by her and put her arms around her.

I turned in front and wept. I cried like a kid.



I cried to relieve the hurt. I cried to ask for forgiveness. I cried to allow myself to think again. Mostly I cried because I didn't want to do anything else. I didn't want to talk to will. I didn't want to leave aunt Berne. I didn't want to live like this.

It seemed like if it wasn't Chris breaking my heart; it was me breaking Stan's or aunt Berne's. I realized I would probably never see Vivian again and then a new stream of hurt and pain engulfed me.

Most surprisingly, I felt anger. Anger at my parents, anger at Chris for reasons I didn't know myself and at myself for being so foolish.

I sucked in air wiped my tears and sat up straight. Today was the last day.

"That's it," I mumbled, "today is the last straw."

Will must've thought was crazy but he just nodded.

"Besides thanksgiving is a good day to start afresh isn't it?" I rambled on.

Will cocked his head to the side and looked at me as thought I was joking. "Jacob, thanksgiving was yesterday." He said.

Those words had a resonating effect. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was I really unconscious for 2 days? I closed my eyes and tried to remember everything that had gone about before I got hit.

I was in the midst of my introspection when the car stopped into a driveway. I opened my eyes and looked around. Where were we? I bet this was Will's house.

Ok quite predictable. "Where are we?" I asked him.

"My humble abode." He smiled.

He ran out and opened the door grabbing my stuff and gently pulling me by the hand. He opened the door and dragged me in. I stood there flabbergasted. His house was......wow. It was so chic. He either had an interior designer or he had really good taste.

I looked at him and for the first time I saw him clearly full view. I felt like a street urchin compared to him. He was in a fine suit.



The house wasn't large or very superfluously decorated. It was simple and sleek.

Will continued inside but I stood there at the door worrying if I entered I'd dirty something or even worse break some of the fragile pieces.

I followed him slowly till we reached the couch. He asked me to sit and offered me a drink. I graciously refused. He came and sat next to me. He put his hands around me and hugged me. He caressed me till I began crying again. His every touch reminded me of Stan.

Kind, delicate, soothing. He took me to his bed and tucked me in. I sat still staring outside the window at the bustling traffic. It hadn't even occurred that I was in an unknown mans room, in his bedroom and on his bed. I felt like a whore. A depressed, pathetic whore.

A couple of minutes later will come back in the room, a bowl of hot soup. I slurped a bit and he sat down beside me. He handled the bowl and fed me the soup slowly. We didn't utter a word.

All the while the only thought going through my mind was- this was all just a dream. After I finished the soup I lay down on the bed and he kept stroking my hair softly mumbling something under his breath. I closed my eyes when I actually heard it.



He was SINGING.

"Tonight, I celebrate my love for you

It seems the natural thing to do

Tonight, no one's going to find us

We'll leave the world behind us

When I make love to you." his soft voice was almost inaudible. I closed my eyes and rested my head on his chest. I dozed off with his soft serene voice engulfing me.

I woke up after what I thought were a couple of hours to find it already dark outside. I looked at the watch beside the bed it was now three whole days after thanksgiving! My head was bandaged and my bag was empty. I walked out of his bedroom to the dining area where he was cooking something over the stove.

I walked up and hugged him from the back. He jumped startled and I looked deeply into his eyes. He brought out two plates and laid them on the table. I sat down and he served me my dinner. We ate slowly and for the first time engaged in conversation since the car. We laughed and smiled and joked about everything. Not once did we touch the topic of my Parents or the night of the mugging.

This was the first night I felt confident. I didn't feel like I had to prove anything to anyone. I didn't have to try and impress anyone. With will I was just me - JACOB BERNE.

We finished dinner and I helped clear the dishes.

I moved towards will put my hands around him and kissed him. I don't know what his reaction was but I know that he didn't return the kiss. For my part I had my eyes closed.

I stopped and looked up.

"Oh shit! Oh my god - you're not gay" I blurted out as I realized it clasping my mouth.

"No I am," he laughed, "it's just that I want to take things slow. If anything was to ever happen between us I want it to last forever."

He looked at me. He must have thought that I was upset because he came close and hugged me.

That night I slept on the couch even thought will insisted on me sleeping on his bed. But, I felt like a part of me being ripped out after the kiss. The thought of him not returning it.

I closed my eyes. I was just about to doze off when I felt something near my face. Seconds later, I felt someone's lips on my own.

I thought I must've been dreaming and hoped that those were the lips I was hoping them to be. Somehow the idea of me being with Chris surpassed all judgement and even thought I knew it was not possible, I hoped.

The lights came on after that and I saw will inches from me. It was scary how much he looked like Chris. Every detail, masked by the most gorgeous blue eyes.

I leaned forward and jumped on his lap, wrapped m hands around his neck and kissed him again. This time he returned it without any hesitation.

I knew I should have felt bad, just kissing him then thinking about Chris and now kissing him again but I couldn't help it. I was now coming to understand what they called people like me - slut boys and I didn't want to be one, but I couldn't help it.



Will carried me to his bedroom and laid me down gently.

"Step one and two check." He said and smiled. We cuddled and went to sleep minutes later. Me, in his arms, his chin on my head.

I woke up very late the next day. And our romance continued with little kissing some baths together and lots of food. I found out things about will that I didn't want to know and stuff that made me 

fall for him. For a while I completely forgot about Stan and dare I say it even Chris.

I saw the same familiarity in Will's face as I did in 

Chris'. He had the same comforting effect as Stan. I was falling in love with him and I'm pretty sure it was evident on my face.

Will was an engineer. He worked with a small company in town. He never let me out of his sight always afraid I'd get hurt or start crying again.

I loved him.

Will would drop me every day to the university and would bring me back every day. I never saw Chris at school in the couple of weeks after thanksgiving and I avoided Stan completely.

We both knew neither him nor I could take another heart break. Weeks passed and I got accustomed to living with will.

On 12th December, a couple of days before the vacations began; I was called to the admissions office.

You see in our university, we pay our upcoming tuition fee for the following year in late January. When they called I was surprised as the due wasn't for another couple of weeks till after the vacation.



I entered the admissions building and met the counsellor who escorted me to her staff room.




Mr. Perfect Ch. 05



"Ma'am is something wrong?" I asked her.



"Well Jake," she read my name out of the profile, "I just wanted to know whether you would be continuing you're study with us for the following year."

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Well it's because you're parents have withdrawn their funding assistance and name from you're admission."

"What?" I asked confused.

"What I mean is, you're parents are not paying for your next year tuition."

I looked down at the floor. It was unexpected but I wasn't completely shocked. I expected something like this, just not something so big.



I couldn't help it, I began to cry.

"Well dear if you need help with the funds you can talk to the administrator." She said putting her arms around me.

"No, no I'm fine can I get back to you tomorrow." I managed chocking back the tears. I got up and ran out.

I was halfway out when it happened. I couldn't believe it was happening either, because you see this sort of stuff in movies only. 

I bumped or rather ran into Chris. I fell over and knocked him over too. I got up lifted my bag and ran. I ran as fast as I could.

If will wasn't waiting I'd have ran all the way to his house. It was exactly 12 kilometres from aunt Berne's.

Will was beside his car in the usual parking spot. I ran up to him. I hugged him and kissed him, and wept on his shoulder.

He asked me want happened, but I just kept crying. I didn't even know why I was crying, but I just did.

I stopped when we reached home. How funny the word is home. It's a place that is where you feel at ease. Right now I felt like the street urchin when I first came. Everything alien to me.

Will sat me down and I explained everything to him. Only about the tuition that is. He put his arms around me and after a second of thought he smiled.

"Is that it?" He laughed.

"I'm sorry?" I asked confused tears finally subsiding.

"Well it's a good thing. That way now I can pay and finally we could be like a real couple. I have never had the opportunity to do this. But I'm so glad I can and with the only person I love." He smiled.

"Jacob. I love you and I will always be there for you, in light and in dark. And don't you once forget that." He hugged me tight and kissed me.

I felt rejuvenated. I felt alive. I felt like I belonged.

I leaned in once again and kissed him. I put my hands around him and he put his on my face while our tongues glided into each other's mouths.

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and flung it over his head. This was the first time since Stan that I was having sex. Till now I had never thought of will in a sexual way.

I had been naked with him many times in the baths and sometimes while sleeping, but never was I turned on. Right now my dick was aching to be lose. My mouth was famished for him. I felt like I had been a shitty boyfriend till now. I planned to change that.

He carried me to the bedroom unbuttoning my shirt on the way. I laid down while he pulled my pants down to expose my raging boner.

He bent down on his knees and opened his mouth to take in my throbbing penis. The second his tongue touched my prick my body tensed and I released myself.

Again like my emotions I didn't mean to orgasm so fast but I did. I moaned as the hardest orgasm ever took me over.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." I said turning red.

"You little liar". He said licking off my juice from his lips. "You were itching to do It." he laughed out.

It was my turn. I was determined to make him feel as good as I did. I bent down and licked his penis. Teasing along the ridge. I engulfed it, creating suction. I went deeper till I took in all his seven inches. His penis gently gliding over the back of my neck as I tried to swallow him.

He moaned and screamed but he didn't cum. He lifted my head out and kissed me. I understood the signal. So I winked and go up facing him. I lifted his cock and rubbed it against my ass.

"No lube?" He asked.

"Let's try this." I said. Only now I look back and can say how utterly foolish I was. Cause the pain from that fuck outwitted the pleasure any day. And will understood that. We never fucked without lube ever again.

I let his precum lubricate my hole and slowly I descended on his penis. There was shooting pain but I decided to let it go. I moaned instead of screaming.

I pushed in deep till I was sitting on him completely. I saw Will's face. And for the first time I could see how much he longed for it. My ass clenched as the light reflected off his face making him look 

identically like Chris.

But I was not going to think about that. He was William page and I loved him. Besides one odd time everyone sees hints of someone else in loved ones right?

I ascended upwards before a new wave of pain gripped me. I balanced my hands on his flawless body and slid up and down. After about 5 minutes the pain subsided and the pleasure began taking over. But that wasn't going to last long. Will's body went rock hard and he let out a shriek. 



I felt myself being filled by him.

I bent low and Chris bit on my shoulders, His hands tightly around me. After he was done he slid his penis out and the warmth was replaced by cool air. He rolled me over and kissed me.

He got off.

"Shower?" He asked.

"You go ahead. I'll go after you." I said apologetically but my ass hurt too much to move.

He finished and came out and I went in scrubbing myself till I was pink.

I came out of the bathroom in my towel and stepped out and almost tripped over will. He was on the ground.

He was smiling and on one knee. In his hand was a small black box and in it a ring. It was plain gold and round thin white gold.

"Jacob Berne.

All my life I've waited to be able to say this to someone without being hesitant.

I know it's been only a couple of months but my love for you is like milk on the stove. Every minute I spend away from you it hears up more and with you it boils over, over and over again.

I know this is cheesy and all but I spent the whole of yesterday going through proposal lines over the internet. But none could explain how deep my love is for you.

I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you till every drop of the milk is boiled over.

So would you please do me the honour-

Will you marry me?"

My heart beat so fast. My head spun and my legs almost buckled.

"Yes" I managed weakly and he slipped the ring onto my finger and I kissed him. Halfway through my towel slipped, but I didn't care. I was in heaven.

"Well I have to saw it was rather cheesy, but that's just one more thing I love about you" I said and we kissed again.

"Jake but there is one thing. I want you to tell your aunt." His face turned suddenly grim. 

"Fine," was all I could say. I changed quickly and we headed out the door to tell Aunt Berne. The full impact if what he had said hadn't really hit me. I was meeting Aunt Berne after so long. I didn't even bother to check up on her. I was and have been so engrossed in myself I forgot about the closest person I have to family. 

We reached her house half an hour later where I saw Jake's car in the driveway. It could only be Chris. My heart began pounding fast. What was he doing here? Had he been checking up on Aunt Berne? I turned to see Will parking the car on the opposite curb. He had just gotten out. 

I braced myself and rang the bell, casually turning to see where Will was. 

He was locking up and crossing the road. I turned back and rung the bell again. Suddenly a car horn honked by blaring through the evening air. 

I turned around to see the car hit Will.......unconcious........bleeding.........motionless.