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My Trouser Devil

By: Lonar



I was never gay okay, and I'm not gay now. There's no coming out the closet if there was never a closet to begin with. I'm not like against gays, my R2D (Republican-to-death) friend James gay bashes people, but I just mind my business. If a gay guy told me he liked me, I'd probably tell him he can look but not touch. That's how nice I was. But questions had arose today, the day I met Josh Dannier today at school.

At school, Josh was new and he sat next to me. That was the only open seat, the seat in the back of the classroom. I was kinda upset, because there were only 2 seats back there, and now I wasn't all alone. I'm not really social. Josh was super tan and he had brown hair and a beauty mark on his face. He was muscled and tall. About 5'10. We were taking a quiz, and I didn't know why I seemed so interested in him. 

I stared at him as he stood up, and he walked over to hand the teacher his quiz. I noticed how well curved his ass was, and how his pants hugged his thighs when he walked back. I blushed, and I was shocked. Why the hell was I thinking about a guy like this? This was a new traitorous way of thinking...I've never thought of a boy like this before. 

Josh looked at me and smiled. "Hi," he said to me. I was blushing furiously, and I glared at him. Josh pretended like he didn't even see me glare. He sat down. "Your name is Jack right?" he asked.

"How do you know my name?" I whispered so Ms. Ennis wouldn't hear us.

"What?" he whispered back.

"How do you know my name?!"

"Speak up!"

"How do you FUCKING know my name?" I snapped, my whisper transformed into a violent hiss.

"Oh, I live on the same street as you. I heard your mom saying it the other day," he explained.

"Oh, okay."

"My name is Josh."

"I'm aware,"

"Josh Dannier,"

"I don't really need the last name," I replied rudely. I didn't want to talk to him. I just wanted to be left alone. "Well, what's your last name Jack?"

"You don't need to know. Mind your business and leave me the hell alone!"

"Sure. I'll see you later," he said still cheery and kind.

I glared at him. Why was he being so nice to me when I was being so gruff and rude. I figured out later that I had every class with Josh. Great, this kid stuck with my physically, but the bad and weird part of the story is...Josh was stuck with me mentally too. Maybe if I was mean to him, I could make him dislike me, and get him to leave me alone...then maybe he'd leave my thoughts alone and moral. 

I turned around to look at him in my desk in 6th period. He yawned, then grinned at me. He opened his legs and his bare leg touched mine. My body was on fire, and at first I didn't pull away. Then the body heat bugged me, and I snatched my leg away from his. I looked at Josh, and he didn't react. The bell finally rang, and I stomped out the classroom feeling awkward. 

As I walk home from school, I think of Josh, his nice voice, and his nice legs, what his body looked like under the clothes and- What the fuck?! Why am I thinking about him like this? This is sick, disgusting! I broke free from the sick thoughts and when I got home I saw my brother Mickey in my room watching my television. "Mickey, what the hell are you doing in my room? Go watch TV in your room?"

"Nah, I can't find the remote," he said.

"Then use your fucking hands,"

"Nah, I'm good over here bro," he said. 

Mickey was baiting me, and we both knew it. Mickey was 14, while I was 16. There weren't that many differences between us physically except he was tanner than me, and he had a more babyish look that drove girls crazy. I had a good two inches on him. Mentally,pssh I can easily tell Mickey to get on my level (but he can say the same thing to me on a social scale). 

Mickey was really dense, and dumb. He was 14 and he didn't get things or know about stuff that most people learn about early. He doesn't even understand half of the innappropriate jokes he hears.He relies on me, his genius older brother, but he is good with insults. Anyways, Mickey was trying to get me to wrestle with him. He was very physical, and loved football. He was definitely gonna be a jock. I decided to humor my brother and fight him. I jumped on him trying to roll him off my bed. 

We were wrestling for about half an hour, and we were really hot and sweaty and took off our shirts. I had a boner and it was against his. Mickey knew I was hard and commented. "You're THAT happy to play with me bro?" he said with a smirk. He rolled me over off of him then he jumped on me. "Oh shut up, you know as well as I do, Mr. Twelvinch comes out whenever he can, especially when he's pressed against bodies," I retorted.

"Twelveinch? When they say you are you eat, that doesn't mean LITTLE you is what you eat too,"

"Oh shut up, one-inch wonder," I snorted in derision.

"Make me, LITTLE brother," He was sitting on my stomach with his arms outstretched pinning me down. I tried to wrestle out his grasp, but Mickey was just as strong as me. I eventually got frustrated and growled at him. "LET ME GO RIGHT NOW!" I warned him. 

In response, Mickey made an all too familiar noise with his throat. "Loogey time!" I bought up my legs up and under his arms that were pinning me down and pulled them back down again flinging him off me. Mickey hit his head on the floor. "Bitch," I said angrily. 

"Goddamn, what the fuck is wrong with you?" snapped Mickey holding his head. 

I took a deep breath, and apologized to my brother. My parents would be home from work in about 3 more hours. There was still daylight, and I decided to take a walk. "Hey, bro why don't you heat up the lasagna, and you can even watch TV in my room. I'm gonna go take a walk okay?"

"Yeah, yeah sure whatever. Tell Kayla I said hi." I snorted and somehow laughed at the same time (snaughed?). 

Kayla was a girl, that I had a crush on. She was super slim, with a nice thick body with these shiny blue eyes, and long silky jet black hair. But the minute I thought of her, Josh interjected. I thought about him, and the warmth I felt next to him. I grimaced as my pants got shorter, and I went from flaccid to completely erect. I walked outside quickly forgetting to put a shirt on trying to distract myself only to bump straight into no other than Josh Dannier. 

I swear to god, I felt my boner brush across something hard in his pelvic region. I hoped he didn't notice me hard. Why the hell was this situation happening in the 1st place? "Hi J-Josh," I said to him. Josh grinned. "Hi, Jack," I cursed silently. Why was I stuttering like a 4-year old? What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I be as smooth as him. "Where ya goin?" he asked me. 

"I'm taking a walk," I told him. 

"Me too, let's walk together,"

As I walked with Josh I learned that he was a quarter Latino. His family moves around a lot because of his dad's job and this time they intraregionally migrated within the state of Florida. 

As Josh blabbered on about his history I just mumbled "uh-huh", "yeah", "i got ya" etc. As he got closer to me, his arm touched mine. I was about to say something stupid like "your arm is touching me" but I got all choked up, and couldn't say anything. And Josh didn't seem to care. I was really uncomfortable and Josh suddenly stopped talking. He looked down at my abdomen. "Woah, you've got a twelve-pack. That's to die for man. How'd you get those abs?" he asked me. I blushed. "I work out," I admitted. 

"You must be pullin babes with that shit! God lee, you're lucky," he told me. I smiled, proud of myself. Suddenly, Josh's soft hands were feeling my abs. "God damn, these are awesome. I wish I was you," he said.

I felt even harder than before. My whole body was hot and tingling. Why was I reacting to him like that? I am not gay! I looked up at Josh's face, his tanned face, and beautiful brown eyes, his small mouth, and those soft pink kissable lips. "Look at mine," he said to me. He lifted his shirt with one hand revealing a six-pack. "No thanks," I mumbled, but with his other hand he bought my hand to his abs. 

I didn't even fight him, I WANTED to touch them. I stroked in circles softly against abs, and I looked up at his face which had turned red. Or was that my imagination?

I didn't stop, and he didn't stop me. I eased my hand just a bit lower on his smooth body. He still didn't stop me. I went even lower lustfully, when I heard a voice. 

"Hey, Jack. The lasagna's ready!" shouted Mickey. I heard his footsteps getting closer to the two of us. I pulled my hand away from Josh like he was on fire. Mickey came in between the two of us. "Whose this?" he asked casually.

"This is...Josh. He's new," I said to Mickey. I looked at Josh. "Josh, this is Mickey, my little brother," Josh and Mickey shook hands. "Well let's go, bro," said Mickey. I walked away with him, and looked back at Josh. "Catch a movie tommorow at Regal?" he asked. 

I nodded. As I walked with Mickey I pondered about what I just did. How low would I have went? And why did I feel these things with...a boy? I remembered his last words to me. Apparently, I had a date with him to the movies. What should I do? Then I remembered, I'd already nodded at him! What kind of idiot was I?

My Trouser Devil Ch. 02



As I ate my lasagna at the dinner table, Mom and Dad were talking to Mickey about school. I used to be like Mickey, talkative, and exciting and stuff. Once popular at school. But, I went through this antisocial stage in eight grade and that was the end of that stuff, and I became more quiet and secluded. Since then my parents seemed to have forget about me, and only pestered Mickey about his day.

Usually this would piss me the hell off, but I didn't mind today. As I played with the Stouffer's lasagna I thought about whether I should change my mind about going to the movies with Josh. Just say no, and the kid'll get the message that I don't like him I thought. But something softer inside said I already promised, and that he didn't seem like a bad guy.

There was suddenly a series of possibilities running through my head. Should I go to the movies with Josh? What excuse can I make covering for the fact I didn't go? What would he do if I didn't go? I closed my eyes and sighed. The very thought of a DATE with Josh Dannier made me blush, and that shouldn't have even been the case. Why is this stuff happening to me?

"Jackson," my mother said smiling. 

I looked up to see her and my father grinning. What the hell was going on? 

"Yes?" I replied. 

"You're blushing. I haven't seen that blush on you for a long time now," said my mom. Now I was blushing even harder! 

Stupid mothers, and their supersensitivities to my love life! I lied of course telling them I had no idea what they were talking about (which made them grin harder) until I "calmly" dismissed myself to my room.

Mickey came in right after me, of course. "Did you really tell Mom to stfu, and march out the kitchen like that?" he asked.

"Shut up!"

"Bro, seriously what's wrong? You've been acting weird since you got home from school,"

"I'm fine!" I insisted. Mickey sighed, and left to finish his dinner. Mickey was right. Josh Dannier made me act weird. And I needed to get over him! I wasn't gonna go to that goddamned movie with him, nor was I gonna make a kind excuse for not going!

Later the next day, I was walking to the movie theaters where I met up with Josh. Yes, I know I said I wouldn't and I hate myself for it, but he had this...mesmerizing thing about him that drew my softer side. "What's up man?" he asked me.

"Hey what's going on?" I replied shaking his hand.

"What movie are we gonna see?" he asked me.

"I dunno, I thought YOU were choosing,"

"Okay, let's pick together,"

After about ten minutes, we chose this horror movie about a girl named Kate. It was called Dreams Die First. We watched the first ten minutes of the movie before realizing it was kinda lame. And AS USUAL the black guy always died first. The movie got lamer, and lamer, and soon I was hardly paying attention.

I stuck my hand in the popcorn to find Josh's hand. I recoiled like he was acid, but noticed Josh was falling asleep. He had this adorable expression on his face as his eyelids flickered. I put my hand in the popcorn again, then slowly bought the popcorn into my mouth. 

Soon Josh fell asleep, and his head fell to my chest as I stretched my arms. I froze, and I got hard. What the hell?! Why can't this boy just keep his body to himself? I should've never even come. Maybe I should wake him up I thought. But that would be messed up. I didn't want to be a jerk, but I didn't want to feel the wrong way about a boy either.

I didn't wake him up. I surrendered putting my arm around him. For the rest of the time we were there, I looked down at him. The movie ended with a loud scream that caused Josh to wake up instantly. I lifted my arm off of him. He had morning wood, and there was a massive tent in his pants. My eyes lingered, and I longed to...go home and get away from this kid! 

"Bye Josh," I said gruffly and quickly and immediately walked home. I didn't talk to anyone. I just went straight to my room finishing up my weekend homework, and slept.

At school, Josh became instantly popular. He was the fastest kid in the school (he ran the 400 meter dash in 48 seconds) and all the girls and our thought he was hot. In Ms. Ennis' class, a girl named Sasha, a hot, hot blonde babe flashed her boobs at him. 

My mouth made a complete "O" and Josh just gave her a smile. Josh's life was probably perfect. He dressed nice, had a family with money, girls, and jock-potential. But Josh didn't stick to anyone, but me. It was really aggravating. I'd sit at the cafeteria alone, but he'd approach me.

"Really Josh?" I snapped.

"What?" he asked holding his lunch tray.

"Why do you insist on sitting here?"

"Because we're friends."

"No we're not." Josh looked at me solemnly for a second, but flashed me one of his heartwarming, time-stopping, adorable, orgasm-inducing smiles before he sat down.

Eventually, everyone noticed that I was Josh's best friend, so people started flocking to me too. Girls were suddenly all over me, a lot asking for Josh but a lot who suddenly realized that I was cute. Jocks who haven't talked to me in years were suddenly friends again, and before I knew it I was back on the top of the food chain, and boy did it feel good.

I appreciated Josh, and didn't deny his company anymore, but I still avoided his touch or staring at him. He started coming to my house, getting to know my parents who amazingly talked to me now, and wrestling my brother Mickey all time. This kid seemed to improve my whole life!

Josh became like a new part of the family. Summer vacation eventually came, and I was as happy as ever. Josh was throwing a beach party and he gave me and Mickey an invitation. The party that came a week later was awesome.

Josh had the whole beach reserved, and there was awesome Music especially from my favorite bands. There was barbecue, and Josh and Mickey were playfully flirting with girls making a North and South pole of women.

If only I had the skill. I saw Mickey with his arm wrapped around Kayla. He caught my eye, and I glared. Mickey looked away smiling and whispered something into Kayla's ear. I was about to take off to put my brother in his place before a girl grabbed my shoulder. She was a hot redhead in a bikini. She was so hot I thought she might make me break my trunks. "Everyone's goin into the water! Come on Jackie," she said.

I followed along looking at this Ariana-Grande-looking girl's body. There was a large sandy slope that led to the beach water. I stepped onto it sliding as the sand burnt my feet. "Holy shit," I said aloud as we slid down the steep sandy slope. The redhead girl was screaming too and I picked her up as we slid down. 

We were both laughing as we fell into the water. We went under than up. It had been so many years since I gone to a beach. I saw that I was covered in red stuff. "What is this stuff?" I said rubbing salt water out my eyes. 

"It's just kelp," she said.

"Like from Spongebob?" I asked causing her to laugh. The redhead and I swam around getting to know each other. Her name was Arielle. We were so into each other we didn't notice how the beach became deathly quiet. When she pointed it out, I turned to see why, and saw Josh in the air doing a series of flips before he finally dipped in the water and disappeared under. Everybody cheered at the remarkable entry and waited for Josh to resurface.

It was a long three minutes, and Josh was still nowhere to be seen. "Where is he?" someone asked. Oh no! Did something happen??? Everyone started to panic, and some people went underwater to look for Josh. Everybody was screaming and shouting for Josh to come out. "It's been five minutes, he's probably dead!" someone said. A jock punched him in the face. "Don't talk like that!"

I was watching the bedlam in shock when hand grabbed my ankles and pulled me down. I yelled out loudly in fear. Josh resurfaced laughing as he tried to breathe again. Everyone was laughing and clapping at his performance as my face reddened with anger. I turned to the redhead girl to see if she was laughing too, but she was already in Josh's arms giggling.

Damn you to hell, Dannier! That wasn't funny at all, I was worried about you then you scare me and take my girl. I suddenly got up and out of the water going back up the slope, onto some stairs towards the front of the beach. "Hey, Jack where ya goin?" asked Josh getting out the water.

"To get more barbecue," I muttered.

"Come on man, don't be like that!" he got up and followed me. He grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around. I glared at him but my eyes went down looking at his wet soaked body, and his muscles, and how his wet pants gripped his thighs. I could even see an outline of his length.

Josh suddenly hugged me. "I'm sorry, okay?" he asked. I awkwardly hugged Josh back, then released my arms, but he didn't let go. And I got a boner against him. And...then he had a boner rubbing against mine. Josh released me. "I won't do it again," he told me, and he did that smile again.

I was in shock. Did he care that I got a hard-on by hugging him? Was he...attracted to me? Or was that boner just chance? God why did Josh always have to complicate things?! I went home.

In bed, I thought of Josh, how good he felt pressed against me. Then, the door opened and I heard a thud on the bed next to mine. Then another...thud. It was Mickey and someone else. Mom and Dad were on a business trip so no one was here. Was Mickey...I heard a moan.I could hear the bedboard hitting the wall, and Mickey grunting. I was as quiet as a mouse so I wouldn't be noticed.

There was a final grunt from Mickey, as he got up with the girl. "Thank you Mickey," she said.

"Your welcome, Kay," he replied. Kayla! Mickey slept with Kayla! Why would he do that when he knew I liked her. Kayla walked over to me (I know because my eye was peeked open just bit)and Mickey's eyes widened with shock when he noticed my presence. I could hear the thoughts in his head whizzing by. Why'd he get home so early?!

"You know, he looks like you,"

"I used to think you liked him,"

"I did, but that was a long time ago before he started acting distant and stuff. And he needs a tan." 

I was shocked. Kayla used to like me? I liked her since the 5th grade! Kayla sighed. "Bye Mickey," she said.

"I'll see you out," he offered.

"It's cool," she said. 

Mickey sat down and put his face in his hands. "I know you're awake Jackson," he said to me. I didn't reply. Mickey groaned. "Jack, stop faking. I know you're up," he said. How did he know? I ignored him. Mickey got up. "You sleep on your stomach dude, not your side," he said knowingly. He pulled off my cover knowing I usually slept nude.

"I'll take this naked picture of you and make sure everyone gets it," he said. I heard the, Hello Hello Hello of his metro. "Okay, I'm up," I snapped wrapping myself in my covers. I glared at Mickey with an intensity I've never used before. 

"I hate you," I told him and I instantly regretted it. He looked hurt, and shamed. I got up and smacked him across the face sending him to the ground. 

"First you're teasing me wit her at the beach, then you come in and fuck her right next to me? How low do you fucking get?" I yelled.

"I know...I'm sorry," he said, "She seduced me. She told me she liked me for a long time, and that she only liked me. I couldn't help myself. I know I'm a bad little brother,and I hate myself too." 

I sighed and grabbed my brother. He wasn't a man of many words and I knew this apology was heartfelt. "It's okay. Kayla is hot...I guess I can forgive you," I said. I couldn't believe how fast I got over that. But suddenly I didn't care much about Kayla, Mickey could have her. "She's all yours bro," I told him smiling.

"You sure cause-"

"I'm sure." I didn't want to have a discussion. I just wanted everything to be normal and all of us to be happy the way it was before Josh ever moved here. And I knew right there, me and my brother were as tight as we'd ever been. I bumped fists with him and he still seemed to be shocked I wasn't that mad at him.

"Hmm...there's someone else huh? That's the only reason you'd act like this. I think...you got yourself some sorta Trouser devil and that's why you're being so strange. Who is it, that redhead girl from the beach?"

"What? No, you idiot. You got it all wrong. I just....don't care," I said to him. Mickey squinted at me, but I stared back. Mickey sighed and shrugged knowing he wasn't a thinker. "Okey-dokey then," he said. But I thought. What if he was right? What if I did like Josh? But why would I have a crush on a boy in the first place? I know I'm not gay. I can't be...I've liked girls my whole life. I went on the internet putting in "am i gay" and read articles, and even took a gay test. The test said is was 28% gay, definitely not gay but could be manlier. 

This gave me comfort but I know this was no way to solve the problem. I gulped and put on clothes, and went outside. I think Josh and I needed to have a talk. By this time, it was dark. 

So I bought a sleeping bag in case I was over there late. Josh slept over my house before so it'd only be fair I could sleep at his. But I refused to share the same bed with him, no more of this provocative stuff. I would sleep on the floor.