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The New Kid Ch. 01

By: musicfreak



Hi guys, this is my first story posted here. Any feedback, positive or constructive negative on it would be appreciated.

This story and all it's characters are a work of fiction.

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Being the awkward new kid wasn't the best thing in the world, needing to meet new people and finding your way around a new place. Not exactly a good situation when you were as socially inept as I was. However, it did have its advantages, like when you wanted to just start fresh, to leave behind the bad things in your life and open a new chapter in your book. Well that's the position I was thrown into.

My name is Kyle Stratton and I was 20 years old at the time. I was a college sophomore who had recently moved from New York to Albuquerque. My previous school in New York closed down which meant that I had to transfer to another school. Expecting the nearby schools to have a surge of the other students looking to get a transfer, I decided to move to Albuquerque. When my dad passed away five years before he left me his house here. My parents divorced when I was still young but I managed to spend time with both of them. In my earlier years, I spent my summer vacations at my dad's here while I spent my other times with my mom in New York. But after my dad passed away, I haven't really had the need or want to return here.

When I first entered the suburban home, I stood there at the doorway looking at the home. It was exactly how I remembered it. The stone fireplace in the living room stood against hardwood walls, the hideous brown couch sat in front of it. Oh how I hated that couch but I didn't throw it away seeing that it reminded me of my dad. The kitchen was quite large, owing the fact that my dad loved to cook. I remembered how he made home cooked meals everyday while I visited. Never once did he want us to eat out and I really prized that. My dad was an excellent cook and his cooking was literally to die for. He was really the best dad I could ever have. He owned an auto shop so during the summers he would always make sure he spent his waking moments with me. On the few occasions that he absolutely needed to go to work, he would try to take me along, which he did except for a few rare occasions. Now all those summers feels like too short a time. I really missed him. 

My dad never knew I was gay; He died before I had come to terms with it. Although he never knew, I think he would have been as supportive as my mom, shocked yes, but supportive. My mom is also another awesome person. Being a single mom can't be easy especially when your son turns out to be gay. If not for my mom and a couple of close friends I had, I think wouldn't have made it through high school. When I came out as a junior in high school, I was, of course, teased for it. My 'friends' alienated me but at least had the decency not to taunt me, but settled with pretending I didn't exist. The two friends who didn't abandon me helped me through it, always telling the people who teased me off. Eventually the teasing stopped, especially when we went to college but people still avoided me like I'm some sort of disease. So moving was kind of a bittersweet thing. I had to leave my friends but I would be going somewhere where no one would label me as the gay guy. I wasn't effeminate so as long as I didn't make it too obvious I fancied guys to girls, no one would know.

So that first day of school, I would have been lying if I said I wasn't nervous. I was and am what you would call socially handicapped and it's just a pain for me to meet new people, the ability of speech totally leaving me. The biggest pain about that is that people always seem to come up to talk to me for some reason unknown to myself. I've always felt it's like the universe playing a practical joke on me. Sarah, one of my friends back at New York, says it's because I'm cute but I never saw it. I mean I was a somewhat skinny lad, 5'11". I hated exercise so my body wasn't what you would have called the epitome of perfection. Sarah always begged to differ though, saying she would have dated me if not for the fact that I was gay.

So anyway, I went to my classes that first day. Each teacher that saw me asked me to introduce myself and I choked when all the eyes fell upon me. One class in particular was extremely embarrassing. I walked into the room and it was empty apart from one guy sitting at his desk, concentration focussed on the book in his hands. This guy was, to say the least, a living Adonis. I stood there examining him, his attention on his book. He had short black hair, which fell over his forehead, touching his eyebrows highlighting his deep brown eyes. A perfectly shaped nose sat above his lips, which were pursed in concentration. My eyes headed down to his arms, which were buff. Not freakishly big but a nice proportionate size. My eyes traced the vein down his bicep to the hand holding the book. I pulled my eyes away when I heard other students coming and walked to the back of the class, taking a seat there. 

I went back to examining the god in the front of the class. He was wearing a black muscle t-shirt which outlined the shape of his body. Tight muscles on his back accentuated his broad shoulders. I pulled me eyes away as more students came in. A look of confusion crossed their face when they saw me, but smiled when they figured out that I was new and I awkwardly returned one. The class was almost full when the professor came in. I looked at him and he caught my eye at the same time. 

"Ah you must be the new student." He said, placing his briefcase on his table. At his words, heads turned to look at me. I blushed under the attention. It was times like this that I hated that I was this shy. "Well introduce yourself then." Came the voice of the professor.

"Oh uh...Kyle. Kyle Stratton." I choked out. My eyes met with Adonis. Aside from the look of curiosity he had, much like everyone else, there was something else there. Something I could not figure out.

"Well then welcome Mr Stratton. I'm Mr Johnson." He said and went back to setting up his laptop. A few students surrounding me welcomed me and introduced themselves as well. I simply smiled and nodded thanks. A pair of eyes lingered on me though, and I looked into those brown orbs. He still had that curious look in his eyes. It felt a little uneasy though when he continued to stare. I averted my gaze and pretended not to notice but I could still feel his gaze on me.

"Mr Hanson, could you help me with this? You know how I am with computers." said Mr Johnson. At this Adonis broke his stare and got up, walking up to the teacher's desk. So now I knew his last name. Hanson. As he helped Mr Johnson with his laptop, I finally had a whole view of him. He was roughly 6'2" tall and you could see how fit he was. He had a well-developed chest, his t-shirt stretching over it. I could only imagine the abs beneath his shirt. I mentally slapped myself and looked down, ignoring the increasing blood flow to my groin. I avoided looking up at all costs. This wasn't like me. I didn't go drooling over guys like this, especially not someone whom I just met.

Hanson finally went back to his seat and I tried my hardest to pay attention in class, shaking my head every time my thoughts drifted to Hanson. It was a good thing I was siting in the back of the class or someone might have thought I was crazy, shaking my head every few minutes. After a torturous hour, the class was finally over. I preoccupied myself with packing my stuff and didn't even notice Hanson leaving until I looked up and half the class including him was gone. I sighed, half due to relief and half due to exasperation. I don't know what had come over me. I mean there were hot guys around before but I never had this wanting feeling like I had with Hanson. Hell I didn't even know his first name, let alone if he was even gay. I was glad that that had been the last class of the day for me and I could go home, putting the thought of Hanson in the back of my mind, or so I thought I would. 

On the bus ride home I kept thinking about him, thoughts that would have made my mom cringe. I convinced myself that my lust was only due to the fact that I haven't had a release in so long and my body was just crying out for some sort of outlet for the pent up sexual tension. The last boyfriend I had was back in New York over six months back. We parted on mutual grounds, feeling that the relationship wasn't going anywhere. That doesn't mean that my body doesn't miss having someone to hold, especially now when I'm so far from the people whom I've grown to care for so much. By the time I alighted, I forgot about trying to keep my mind off Hanson, thinking that a good wank that night would make me forget about him.

But when I rounded the corner to my home, I totally forgot about Hanson, my thoughts now focused on the car in my driveway. Since I had moved here I haven't had a chance to buy a car yet so as of this morning, my driveway had been empty. I walked up my porch, eyeing the car suspiciously. I wasn't expecting anyone and I wondered who could be sneaking around my house now. Just as I was about to enter the front door, I heard noises coming from inside. I froze, hand on the doorknob. Whoever it was, he was in my house. I turned the knob and found it to be unlocked. There was no sign of a forced entry and I slowly pushed the door open. 

I could hear the sound of the kitchen cabinets opening and closing and immediately thought it was a burglar. I grabbed a candleholder on the side table and held it up, ready to strike should someone attack me. I inched closer to the kitchen, trying to catch a glimpse of the burglar. Before I could round the corner into my kitchen, someone walked out suddenly and shouted when he spotted me. Only thing was that he didn't look like a burglar. I took in the shocked face standing there and realized it wasn't even a 'him'. Stood there, face pale with fear, was a woman, probably in her early fifties. I realized how scary it must have been for a lady to see some guy carrying a metal object in his hand, in a position to knock you out.

"Who are you?" I asked, not lowering the makeshift weapon still held up. She didn't speak, her hand on her chest, obviously trying to calm her furiously beating heart. I felt a tinge of guilt for scaring her so bad, but I kinda needed to know what this woman was doing in my house. He eyes moved to my face and she paused, her face contorted with thought.

"Kyle? Is that you?" She asked as took a closer look at me, her eyes squinting behind her glasses. 

"Um...do I know you?" I raised my eyebrow, racking my brain for any memory of this lady and how she knew me.

"I'm Mrs Kent. I don't think you would remember me. I was a friend of your father's." She said. I lowered the weapon in my hand. That name was kind of familiar. "I babysat you once when your dad had to work."

I remembered one summer when my dad was really busy with work and he got someone to come over. "I...I think I remember. Um...so...what are you doing here?" I asked, putting down the décor in my hand.

"Oh, I come here once a fortnight to keep the place clean, a favour to your dad. He had left me a note and key, asking me to keep the house in shape until you were old enough to decide what to do with it. But anyway, I didn't know you were back in town. I haven't seen you in so long." She said. I thought about it and it never occurred to me that the house was so clean after five years of vacancy. I guess I knew the reason now.

"Yeah, I moved back just a few days ago. I'm attending college at Albuquerque Tech now." I said. 

"Ah, I see. I was wondering whose stuff it was in the bedroom. I thought the house was sold or something. It's so good to see you again." She came over and gave me a warm hug. I returned one in kind. She reminded me a lot of my father, same personality and everything. "So seeing that you are back in town, do you still want me to come over to clean up occasionally? It's no problem if you do." 

"Thanks Mrs Kent but I think I can manage." I replied, giving her a smile. 

"Alright. It's good that someone's living here again. This house used to be so lively." She said.

"Yeah it's good to be back too. I would offer you a drink but I haven't bought anything yet." I said sheepishly. 

"It's all right son. I was just on my way out too." She said and made her way to the door. "Well it's been a pleasure Kyle."

"Same here. Thanks by the way, for keeping this place clean." I said, walking her to the door.

"No problem hun. Your father was a great friend. It was the least I could do." She said and exited the house. "If you ever want a home cooked meal or anything, just give me a call. I left my number on the kitchen board." 

"Thanks Mr Kent. Will do." I said my goodbyes and closed the door. I looked at the clock on the wall. 6.30pm. It was still a little early so I wasn't going out for dinner yet. Proceeding to the living room I threw myself down on the couch. First day of school and already I was feeling exhausted. I thought about everything that day, classes, the school, and the people I met. 

My thoughts wandered to Hanson, sitting in the front of the class. I shook my head and removed him from my thoughts. I didn't like it when I became too infatuated with someone, especially someone whom I had no idea what his first name was, let alone if he was even gay. I learnt back in high school it's best to find out if the person in question is gay or not before making a move. Lets just say that straight guys don't always take lightly to being asked out by another guy. I especially don't want to get on Hanson's bad side. I'm not exactly scrawny, but I'm pretty sure I can't stand up to Hanson. He could chew me up and spit me out.

I managed to shake him from my thoughts and just lay on the couch. I don't know when I fell asleep but by the time I woke up it was already dark outside. I looked at the clock and saw that it was already 11pm. I sighed and figured that it was too late to go out for dinner anymore so I pulled myself off the couch and made my way upstairs to my bedroom. I felt my muscles ache from the awkward position my body was in from sleeping on the couch. That's another reason why I hated that couch. It's always comfortable enough to fall asleep on but when you wake up, your back feels like its about to break.

I figured a hot bath would ease my muscles so I got one ready and took a nice long soak, during which Hanson popped into my head again. I groaned, not wanting to think about him now, but my brain does things that even I sometimes don't want. I found myself growing hard as I thought about images of him from class today, of how amazing he looked. I remembered what I was thinking this afternoon and thought that a release would take my mind off him. I started stroking myself, to images of my classmate. It didn't take long for me to reach orgasm but there was only so much satisfaction my hand could give me. It was however enough to get my body to stop yearning for Hanson. I smiled at the realization that it was just hormones.

I sat in the water a minute more before getting out. I dried myself off and put on a pair of boxers, emptying the water in the bath before heading back to my room. I simply threw my body on my bed, mentally and physically exhausted, although I just had a 4-hour nap. I was asleep almost instantly. 

Next morning I woke up with a massive headache, similar to a hangover. I looked over at the clock on my bedside table. It was 9am. Still pretty early seeing that I didn't need to head to school till 1. I attempted to move but my body didn't respond to what my brain told, a common occurrence when I have endless dreams in my sleep. Finally I managed to pull myself out of bed, made my way to the kitchen and got myself two tablets of aspirin.

It was then that the doorbell rang, assaulting my ears, the pounding headache amplifying every sound. I trudged to the door and opened it, seeing Mrs Kent standing there with a bag of groceries in her arms. "Morning Kyle. I got you some groceries." She said as I moved for her to enter.

"Oh you didn't have to. I was going to head to the store later to get them." I said as I followed her to the kitchen.

"No problem dear. Since I'm already here, what would you like for breakfast? I can whip something up for you." 

"Thanks Mrs Kent. Anything will do." I said.

"Geez Kyle you don't look too good." She said.

"I'd figured. I had a horrible night." I took a seat at the kitchen island. I looked down and I remembered I haven't got on anything other than my boxers. "Oh sorry about the attire Mrs Kent, I'll go change." I said about to get off my seat.

"Nah it's alright. Doesn't bother me. You get used to it when your husband does that every morning. Anyway, why didn't you have a good night? Not used to the house yet?" Mrs Kent asked, taking a pan out of the cabinet and putting it on the stove.

"Maybe, I don't know. I had a barrage of dreams last night." I replied. The sound of sizzling eggs filled my ears. It was only then I realized how hungry I was, seeing that I didn't have dinner the previous night.

"What about?" Mrs Kent asked. By this point, my mind was very distracted by the smell of the eggs. My stomach grumbled, pretty loudly if I might add. "Whoa, you must be hungry." 

"Yeah, I didn't have dinner last night. I took a nap and overslept." I said, rubbing my head. Mr Kent must have found it funny too since she chuckled. I started daydreaming and was pulled out of it when Mrs Kent placed a plate of food in front of me. 

"There, eat up. I have to go so I shall leave you to eat. I'll let myself out." Mrs Kent said. 

"Thanks again Mrs Kent." I said between mouthfuls of food. She nodded her welcome and was soon out the door. I wolfed down the remainder of my food and sat there, feeling satisfied. I put the plate in the sink and got ready for school. I took a little longer getting ready than expected, wanting to look my best. I kept telling myself it was just being presentable but I knew deep down that it was just a sad attempt to have Hanson notice me. Apparently the jack off session last night provided me with such little relief that this morning, dear Mr Hanson was invading my thoughts again. So my brain kept trying to find ways of impressing Hanson. I mean, even if he wasn't gay, I would like to get to know him, even though it's kind of like self torture.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't buff like Hanson but I did have some muscle. My workout basically consisted on a morning jog and some like weight training seeing as I hated exercise so much, so I wasn't big or anything but I was proud of my body. I had short brown hair, which was always very stubborn and almost impossible to maintain. I wasn't very handsome but I wasn't ugly either. Just average. I just really wished that Hanson were interested too.

The New Kid Ch. 02



Weeks passed and things did not get much better for me. I mean I was settling down fine. School was...well school and I managed to meet some new people but I had yet to get the nerve to talk to Hanson. I did find out his first name though, Corey, and that was through hearing his friends calling him. One person I got pretty close to was Angela. She's a student in one of my classes and she approached me at lunch one day. She turned out to be a pretty cool person and helped me around the school. When the question if I was dating came up, I simply told her that I was gay. She wasn't prejudice so it didn't bother her. You may think that that sounds like a good first few weeks but I was under a lot of mental stress.

Let me tell you why. I'd pretty much established that I really liked Corey. I would always hear him talking to his friends and he seemed like a really cool and fun guy. Now usually with most guys, give me a few days and I can tell if they're gay just like that, call it gaydar or whatever. But the problem with Corey was that he was very confusing. I couldn't tell if he was gay or not. Although a little embarrassing, I'll admit that I stared at him a fair lot, and on occasions I would see him looking at me too, before quickly looking away when I looked in his direction. Other times I would see him seemingly flirting with a few girls, which led me to think he might've been straight or maybe bisexual. 

During my many staring sessions, I started noticing the little things about him. I realized that he was left-handed. How his lanyard attached to his phone always hung out of his pocket. His dimples whenever he smiled, showing a perfect set of pearly whites. It was creepy the way I was observing him. As time went on, I kept getting more infatuated with him. That is until he started ignoring me. I mean I didn't go saying hi to him and he totally disregarded me, but he just seemed to be avoiding me. My suspicions were somewhat confirmed when I was walking down the hall when he appeared at the end, walking in my direction. My heart sped up thinking this was my chance to say hi or something, anything to make my presence known. He took one look at me and his facial expression changed. Before I could make out what that expression meant he took off in another direction.

Only one reason came to me for his behaviour. He was straight. I mean I won't be surprised if he or his friends had spotted me staring, what with the amount of it I did. Maybe he thought I was gay and after him or something, so he avoided me at all cost because he wasn't interested or felt uncomfortable because of it. That was the only possible explanation I could think off. So, in my nature, I decided to stop trying to get his attention. It's apparent he noticed me but just didn't want to meet me. So I willed myself to stop thinking about him. Every time I caught myself staring at him I would pinch myself and look away. It was difficult yes but not impossible. I barely knew him so I was convinced that it was just another schoolboy crush, nothing too difficult to handle.

A week passed and I was thinking less about Corey. He would still pop into my head once in a while but I would kick him out, not wanting to torture myself. Friday came and I was glad. I was looking forward to the weekend to just relax, maybe watch a movie or something. Well I was at least, until I got a bad case of food poisoning. The number of times I ran to the toilet to throw up, I lost count. I should have known better than to have eaten that leftover pasta from the previous night. I sat in the lecture hall, the last lecture of the day. I was glad that in fifteen minutes I would be able to get home and just rest. The good thing about feeling so sick though, was that I couldn't think of Corey at all, and class of course, but Corey more importantly. 

I kept looking at the clock, wishing the time would pass faster. Just then, a wave of nausea came over me. I tried to hold it in but it was futile. I ran out the lecture hall and straight for the washroom. I ran in holding my hand over my mouth in case I couldn't make it, and as if the universe was again trying to taunt me, standing at the bathroom sink was none other than Corey Hanson. For a split second I considered going to another bathroom but then I felt the stomach acid rising in my throat. I ran to the nearest cubicle and emptied my stomach into the toilet. 

"You okay?" came the voice of Corey. I put up my hand to signal that I couldn't talk before I hurled again into the toilet. Finally after feeling that I could vomit anymore, I leaned against the cubicle wall, eyes closed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Do you need to see a doctor or something?" Corey voiced. For a second I forgot he was there. I shook my head, my eyes still closed. "You sure? You don't look too good." 

I chuckled. "You think?" 

"Sorry it's just...I think you should head home." He said. I didn't understand his sudden concern for me. Just a day ago it was like I didn't exist.

"My last class is almost over. Heading home after." I said, still not opening my eyes. I didn't want to look at him and see a look of sympathy. I didn't want sympathy.

"Oh okay. Um... are you fit to drive back like that?" He asked.

"No car. Bus." I croaked.

"Oh...do you...um I mean I could...give you a ride if you want." He offered. At these words, I finally opened my eyes. What was he playing at? First he shows concern and next he's offering me a ride home.

"I wouldn't want to throw up in your car." I said.

"Nah its no problem. I mean I would appreciate if you didn't but..." He said sheepishly. I chuckled again. Damn I should stop laughing at him. "C'mon, we'll get your stuff and go."

He helped me off the floor and I walked over to the sink, rinsing my face with water. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and indeed I looked horrible. My eyes drifted to Corey's face and in comparison he was even more handsome than usual. "You don't have anymore classes?" I asked.

"Nah. C'mon." He said walking out the washroom. I led him to my lecture hall where many of the students were leaving. I went in and grabbed my stuff, still feeling really lousy. After which I followed Corey to his car. It was a black Porche convertible and I stood there looking slightly shocked. "Like it? 9 years worth of Birthday presents from my parents." He said as he got in. "C'mon get in." 

"Um... I don't think I should." I said,

"Why not?" He asked. I raised an eyebrow at him. If I drove a Porche I sure as hell won't want the possibility of puke on my carpet. As if reading my mind he said, "It's alright. I don't think you can throw up anymore." I hesitated as I climbed in. I strapped myself in and he drove out of the lot. Now this is where it got awkward. I just stared out the window not knowing what to say, only to notice that the car wasn't moving. I looked at Corey who was looking at me in return. 

"Why aren't we going?" I asked, nervous under his stare.

"You haven't told me where you live." He said nonchalantly. I was overcome with embarrassment, my cheeks turning crimson. I stammered my address to him and he simply chuckled at me. I felt like crawling into a dark hole somewhere to hide my face. I went back to staring out the window, not wanting to look at him especially after I had just totally embarrassed myself.

The ride was really quiet. The radio was off and neither of us were talking, only the sound of the car rolling across the asphalt. I could see from the corner of my eye, Corey turning to me on more than one occasion as if trying to say something before closing his mouth and turning his attention back to the road. I got over the embarrassing moment and now my mind thought about his sudden concern for me. It was pretty apparent that there was something on his mind.

Finally we arrived at my house, marking the end to one of the most awkward rides home I have ever had. "Thanks for sending me here." I said as I got out of the passenger seat. 

"No problem." He said and gave me a smile. I nervously returned one and closed the door behind me. I started up my porch when I head the sound of a car door opening. "Hey Kyle!" He shouted. I turned to face him waiting for him to continue. He seemed to be looking for the words to say. "You take care." He finally said and went back in his car before I could reply. I watched as he zoomed down the road and out of view. My mind was spinning, adding another reason as to why I found Corey Hanson extremely confusing. I entered my house and trudged up to my bedroom. I threw myself on my bed and just lay there, exhausted. I didn't even have the strength to think about the strange circumstances surrounding my encounter with Corey. I fell asleep soon after, hoping that a good rest would rid me of my food poisoning.

The sound of a bell woke me up. I rolled sleepily in bed, not sure where the bell came from. Another ring told me that it was someone at the door. I took in a deep breath and threw my blanket off, slowly walking down the stairs to the front door, my steps heavy as I walked across the wood floor. I opened the door and, to my surprise, there stood Corey. "Corey? What are you doing here?" I asked, rubbing my eyes, wondering if it was my eyes playing tricks on me. 

"Hi. I figured you would be too sick to want to grab dinner so I brought you some food." He said holding up a bag in his hands. I looked at him, confusion on my face. "So...can I come in?" He asked. 

"Uh...yeah sure." I moved aside to let him in. "You can leave that in the kitchen." I said, referring to the bag of food in his hand. I took a seat on the couch and waited for Corey to return. He came back with two takeaway containers of soup. Holding one in front of my face. "Thanks." I said, taking the bowl from him.

"Figured that you shouldn't be taking solids. Are you feeling better?" He asked. 

"Much. Thanks for the soup again." I said, taking a sip of the hot soup. After a whole day of throwing up, I was getting a little hungry.

"No problem." He said drinking his own soup. An awkward silence surrounded us for the second time that day. I stared at the bowl in my hands and avoided looking at him. He decided to break the silence. "So...Um...how is school so far?" He asked. I could see him curse himself at the horrible attempt at starting a conversation. I replied with a simple okay. "Good." Was all he replied. He went back to his soup as well, the awkwardness returning again. 

I couldn't take this. Everything was so strange and I couldn't deny the question on my mind that kept clawing at me. Finally I decided to just go for it. "Can I ask you something?" I said, the sound filling the quiet house. 

"Sure?" He said, slightly unsure of his answer.

"Why are you doing this? I mean I'm grateful and all but like, you pretty much avoid me for the past week and now you are so concern about my health?" I asked. The question kind of just came out. I was surprised at my own ability of speech seeing as most of the time I would be tongue-tied in such a situation. He sat there staring at his soup, me waiting for his reply. 

"Why shouldn't I be concerned for your health?" He said, not looking at me.

"So you're not denying that you have been avoiding me?" I asked. 

"I wasn't avoiding you. Well not the way you think. I just didn't want to be around you." He said. I raised my eyebrow at his comment. "Um not a very good explanation. It's just that I sometimes see you looking at me...um...It's not that I think you are creepy or anything but I just had a lot on my mind and I...I don't know." He said, playing with the spoon in his soup. I sat there, unsure of what to make of his response. Was what was on his mind anything to do with me? Was I causing him some stress by staring at him all the time? I didn't know so I kept quiet.

"Can I ask you something then?" He voiced, looking up at me. I nodded and he continued. "Okay...um...you don't have to answer if you do not want to." He paused and I just looked at him, his cue to continue. He took a deep breath, "Okay...are you...um...gay?" He stammered. His cheeks went red and he immediately broke his gaze with me. I chuckled, expecting that question but not thinking it was actually the question on his mind. 

"Is it that obvious?" I said, smiling, letting him know it was no big deal. 

"Well no...not really, but I just...it's...I see you, you know...staring and I thought..." He said. He cheeks went a shade darker as blood filled them. 

"Sorry...if I creeped you out. Not my intention, I swear." I said.

"So you are?" He asked.

"Yeah. It's no big deal really." I said. He kept quiet. "So since you know I might as well tell you right, although you probably already know. Um I kinda...like you? I guess." I said. I had just totally confessed to him, something I'm still wondering how I managed seeing that my ability of speech should have been failing. "You can pretend I didn't say anything if you know...don't like what you hear. I just needed to get that off my chest." I added. 

I got a little anxious when he didn't speak for a good five minutes or so. I went back to my soup and drank it all. My stomach was now feeling bad not because of the food poisoning but because Corey was still not saying anything. I went to the kitchen and threw away the bowl, leaning on the kitchen sink, thinking.

"I'm gonna head off." A voice came out behind me, startling me. I nodded at Corey and he left, just like that, without another word. I heard the engine of his car start and a few seconds later, it slowly faded into the night as he drove away. I knew that I had just made it really awkward for him. I mean it's one thing to suspect that someone likes you but when that person confesses it to your face it can be quite shocking, especially to a straight guy. I had no doubt in my mind now that Corey was straight. That was the only explanation. I was still standing at the sink, looking at the water droplets in it. I didn't know how long I stood there but I think it was roughly ten minutes, just staring at the droplets of water.

I heard the rumble of engine in front of the house and I finally moved from my spot at the sink. The engine cut off and a few seconds later I heard my door open. I went to look at my door and Corey stood there. "Did you forget something?" I asked. He looked at me and walked up to me swiftly. "What ar..." I was cut off as lips pressed against mine. My eyes were wide with shock, if his hands weren't holding me, I would have fallen to the floor. Corey Hanson. Straight Corey Hanson, was kissing me. He pulled away and breathed in deeply. "Wha...y-you...I'm..." and with that my speech impediment was back.

"I've been wanting to do that all night." He said, as he lowered his head, his hands still on my shoulders. 

"Is this some sort of weird dream?" I asked to no one in particular.

"No...it's real." Corey replied.

"But I thought...Why?" That was the only thing I could ask. My mind was spinning and I couldn't think straight. Corey didn't reply so I continued to babble. "I thought after you left like that...I thought you were straight." I said.

"I might as well be." He said, hands still on my shoulder.

"I don't get you?" I said.

"Well...I'm...gay but...no one knows. Well except you now." He said, finally dropping his hands and walking over to my couch, collapsing on it. So he was still in the closet. Everything was falling into place now. I remembered when I first came out, how hard it was for me, finding the courage to tell someone. I walked over to him and sat next to him. I didn't know what to say. He looked lost.

"I won't tell anyone." I reassured him. I suddenly felt that much closer to him, seeing as I went through what he was going through at that very moment. He laughed, a choked laugh like when you are on the verge of tears. 

"I come here and kiss you, tell you I'm gay and you say that you won't tell anyone." He said.

"Well I know how difficult it is so I just needed to reassure you." I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it? Just let it out if you want, it helps." I said, surprised at how easy talking seemed to me at that moment. He sighed and leaned back against the couch, before looking at me. He stared at me for a few second. I could tell he was thinking if this was really what he wanted to do, before his expression relaxed.

"You know that first day you came? Well when I saw you I just...I don't know...it changed me. When I noticed you looking at me all the time, I wondered if you were gay too. The way you averted you gaze, pretending to be minding your own business whenever I spotted you staring, made me think you were closeted too. I wanted to get to know you. Wanted..." He paused. I looked at him, processing everything he was saying. "For the first time in my life I felt that I wanted to come out, just so I could...date you." He said.

"So you thought I was closeted and I thought you were straight. I guess we both suck at guessing then." I said. He laughed and some of the tension we were feeling lifted. "So what made you change your mind? You know to come back here." I asked without thinking. Whatever tension that was lifted before had just returned from my one question. There was a pause, him looking at his hands.

"There's something about you." He stopped, finding the words to say. "You are different, I guess. Before you came, I never felt the...the need to come out. I was happy just going about my life, pretending that I was...normal." I cringed at the use of the word. It brought back memories of my childhood, always hiding, and feeling like I was some sort of mistake. "But then that first day I saw you, I wanted to tell someone, you in particular, what I was. These thoughts didn't go away and whenever I saw you looking at me, I thought you had figured it out, even without me saying a word. I got worried. I mean if you thought I was gay, how many others suspected it. I thought that by avoiding you, it would quell the feelings I was having, but...it only made them worse. I kept thinking how good it would be to be open about it, to let at least one person know, to not have to hide behind the lie. I wanted to tell you, seeing that I didn't know very well, hoping that by doing so you would be less likely to judge me, but I didn't know how to approach you about it. Then you came into the toilet, spilling your lunch." He said.

"And you thought now would have been the best time to at least get to know me." I said, completing his thought. 

"Well that and I really was genuinely concerned about you." He said. I smiled and probably blushed a little. "And when you told me just now that you were gay and you liked me, I got a little shocked. I mean I didn't expect you to say it so willingly, what with me thinking you were closeted and all. So I didn't know what to say. I wanted so bad to say that I was too but I didn't think I was ready, so I left. While driving back I kept thinking about it, how I was just presented with the opportunity to tell you and I ran. It was literally eating me on the inside, so much so that I turn around and came right back here, where I... you know..." He looked, totally ashamed of himself, like he had just committed a crime. I put my hand on his knee, running it back and forth slightly in my pathetic attempt to try and console him.

"You know that it's okay, don't you?" I asked. He looked up to me, his brown eyes almost on the verge of tears, confusion on his face. "That you are normal. It may not be something to want to sing to the heavens but there is nothing wrong with being gay. I lived almost my entire teen life thinking that and it only made me feel broken inside. You may not be ready to come out to everyone, but just don't think that you are not normal." I said. A tear rolled down his face before he pulled me into a hug. I returned it, wanting to make him feel better. 




The New Kid Ch. 02



After we released the hug, he looked at me in the eyes. "Thanks. I just never thought that I would meet someone like you, someone who understands me." He said, wiping the away tears with his hand and chuckling. "I just came out and I'm already becoming a girl." He said, jokingly. I laughed too at the irony of his statement. From the way he looked, girly was not something I would have used to describe him at all. 

"Be right back." I said, getting up and walking to the kitchen. I opened the cabinet and found some cocoa powder Mrs Kent had bought. I made two cups of hot chocolate before heading back to the living room. Corey had his head back on the couch, his eyes closed. There was something about him that changed from earlier that evening; he looked somewhat at peace with himself. "Here." I said, holding out one cup. He looked up and thanked me for it. He sat there sipping the beverage and I sat beside him, doing the same.

"So is it difficult? Coming out?" He asked. I thought about it. I remembered the reason for coming out was just that I have had enough of living a lie. 

"Well it depends really. I had been thinking about it was a long time, around a year before I actually did it." I said. He looked shocked. 

"A year? Will I take that long?" He voiced.

"Well that's a question only you can answer. It boils down to just how much you want it. Some people can go their whole lives not telling a soul, and still be happy." I said.

"But at least now I don't feel so alone. At least I have you, to you know, help me and all that." He said, smiling at me. I leaned back on the couch. The guy of my dreams was sitting next to me; kissed me that night and we seemed to be hitting it off. I was on cloud nine. "It's getting pretty late." He said, making me take a look at my clock. True enough it was almost eleven. 

"Yeah, you wanna head off?" I asked, hoping his answer was no.

"Well...is it alright if...nah it's stupid, forget it." He shot down his idea. However, I had inkling as to what was on his mind.

"You wanna stay?" I asked. He looked at me, clearly not expecting me to ask that. "Just stay over you know...to talk...nothing more." I spat out, just to make sure I didn't give the wrong idea.

"You wouldn't mind?" He asked.

"Nah, it's Friday and it's nice to have some company." I said. The rest of the night was like a dream to me. Everything felt so surreal that I wondered if I was awake or not. I sat there listening to Corey talk about how he found out he was gay and I shared my own stories of how I came out. I was, however really tired, partly due to throwing up most of the day. I don't know when but I fell asleep there on the couch, listening to Corey who was also somewhat half dozing off.



The New Kid Ch. 03



When I woke, I noticed that I was in my bed. Last I remembered I was on the living room couch, listening to Corey. My mind shot up at the thought of Corey. Was he still here? I got out of bed, heading downstairs, hoping to see the sleeping form of someone on my couch, but it was empty. The idea that the whole of last night was a dream raced through my mind and I hoped to hell that it wasn't. It couldn't have been a dream could it? It felt too real, but surreal at the same time. Maybe he just left early, I rationalized, finding any excuse as to his absence. I walked to the kitchen, which was spotless. No signs of used cups from the hot chocolate last night. The trash was empty as well, void of all signs of the takeaway dinner. I rubbed my face. Had it really been just a dream? My spirits fell. I had thought that there was something to look forward to now, but nothing had really changed.

"Did you really think it would have been that easy?" I voiced my thoughts out loud, a habit I often had whenever I was alone.

"What would be easy?" I spun around, surprise to hear a reply. The owner of the voice stood at the entrance to the kitchen, his hair slightly messy but still managing to look completely edible. The sudden happiness coursing through me made me smile.

"Where were you? I thought last night had all been a dream." I said.

"Bathroom." He paused, explaining his whereabouts. "Feels a little unreal doesn't it? I mean it felt good to wake up knowing that I at least don't have to hide around you." He said, walking over to me, stopping a foot away. Slowly his smile faded and he looked into my eyes. I could have melted under the gaze of those brown eyes, that looked so vulnerable but at the same time strong. He moved a tentative hand to my waist. I didn't resist, but I didn't move either, standing rooted to my spot. "You haven't answered my question if this means we are boyfriends." He said, his face so close to mind I could feel his breath on my skin.

"You didn't ask." I choked, voice barely audible. 

"Well take this as me asking then." He said, moving his lips ever closer to mine, closing the gap between them before they met. Neither of us moved at first. Slowly, he moved his lips against mine, and my lips, now acting with a mind of their own, opened ever so slightly. I felt his tongue graze my bottom lip and I opened up more. His tongue entered my mouth and I could taste him. There were hints of mint in his mouth and that brought me back to reality. I pushed at his chest and we broke apart. He looked slightly heartbroken. "Sorry if you didn't like it. It's my first real kiss." He said dejectedly.

"No, no it's not that. It's just...I haven't brushed my teeth." I explained. His expression relaxed and a wave of relief washed over his features.

"It's okay I don't mind." He said, moving his head towards mine again. I put a finger to his lips.

"But I do. I'd rather not have our first kiss with me having morning breath." I said, walking towards the bathroom. I stopped at the kitchen entrance and turned around. "And if you kissed like that on your first try, I would love to see what you can do if you actually get some experience." I said, turning on my heels and made for the bathroom. I pulled out my toothbrush and applied a fair amount of toothpaste on it. As I brushed my teeth, I felt a presence at the bathroom door. I turned to face Corey and he came up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Ir tryig to bwuss ma teef her" I tried saying with the toothbrush in my mouth. I wriggled out of his grip and spat in the sink, rinsing my mouth a couple times. "What's gotten into you?" I laughed, before he wrapped his arms around my waist again.

"I'm just really happy." He said, laughing as he lifted me off the floor easily. He put me down and took my lips again. This time I participated more, seeing that my mouth was cleaner. Slowly he trailed his kisses down my jawline toward my ear, nibbling on my earlobe. "I want you." He whispered. I wanted to give into his request so much but I knew it was too soon. If he had just had his first kiss, he shouldn't be rushing to be having sex.

"I really would like to, you don't know how much I do. But..." With the utter of this word, he stopped, his head frozen by my neck. I pulled him up and looked him in the eye. "Believe me I really do, but I think it's too soon for you. You need to think about what you are doing. It's no small thing. I regretted my first time. Kept thinking it was the right person but turned out I was wrong. I don't want you to regret it." I said.

"But I won't regret it. Not if it's you." He said. I smiled and shook my head. It was a flattering statement but I know too well that he was probably thinking with his dick rather than his head right now.

"You might think that now, but you may not in a years time. I'm serious, just wait. It will be worth it." I told him. He stopped and stood there looking at me. "Okay?" I asked. He slowly nodded his head and looked down. I hugged him tight, putting my head on his chest, breathing in his scent. I felt him tighten his grip around me. "But there are still other things besides sex." I said planting a chaste kiss on his lips, pulling him out of the bathroom and up to my room. We stumbled in, not releasing each other at any point of time. We both fell onto the bed and erupted with laughter. I moved closer to him and put my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. 

"You always make my heart beat faster. Every time I see you." He said, looking down at me. 

"You have that same effect on me." I said. We cuddle there on the bed, just enjoying each other's company. I always felt that building a relationship was what made it last and I stand by that. "I always liked cuddling. It's simple but I think it create the strongest bonds in a relationship." I said, looking up at him. "It is especially important I feel when it comes to gay couples because just being together has more pressures than a normal couple would face. People discriminate, people hate. The world might be more accepting now but there will always be that little part that doesn't want to accept us. Creating that bond is therefore more important in my mind." I said. He looked at me and smiled. 

"You really are everything I could have hoped for." He said and I couldn't help but laugh. I put my head back down, listening to his steady heartbeat. "Who was it?" He asked. I turned my head to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "You know...your first." He didn't look completely comfortable asking the question.

"Just some dude. He confided in me that he was bi when I came out and we had a secret relationship. I kinda jumped into it and turns out he didn't really like me at all." I said. Corey's expression showed something resembling a mixture of anger and sympathy, the former probably more toward my ex. "It's okay though. I mean when he didn't want to be more public about our relationship, I knew it wasn't going anywhere. So I was prepared when the relationship ended." I said. Corey's expression changed at my words, now being slightly more nervous. 

"Oh." Was all he said. It took me a while but I figured out what was bothering him. I put a hand on his cheek. 

"You know I will wait. I can wait, until you are ready. Even if it takes a few years." I said. He didn't look any better. "If it's any consolation, I feel more connected to you in this past day than I ever did with him." I said.

"I...I just...A secret relationship is...I want you to be happy." He said and I smiled. 

"I am happy. I really am. I mean what more can I hope for. A day ago I thought that we would be nothing more than acquaintances, so I am over the moon right now." I said.

"Okay but..." He stopped, thinking about something. I just looked at him, waiting for him to continue. "If...you want me to...come out. I will, for you." He said. My heart swelled. That was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me. It was like he was giving a part of himself to me.

"And what I want is for you to take your time. I am happy as long as you're here, whether you are out or not." He placed a kiss on my lips, my lips tingling with every touch. I traced his abs with my finger, realizing just how defined they were. "Work out long?" I asked, my fingers still running across his six pack. He blushed.

"It keeps my mind occupied." He said, scratching his head. "My roommate says I spend too much time there though." At the word of roommate, I realized I didn't know where he lived.

"Where do you live anyway?" I asked.

"The college dorms. I like living near campus, it's just more convenient that way. Plus, I never really thought about getting a place." He said. My mind drifted, thinking that maybe one day he would move in with me. I wanted to ask but I knew it was a little early to be asking someone to move in, so I brushed the thought aside. "Speaking of which I may need to pack some clothes for tonight?" He asked. I knew it was just his way of asking if he could stay the night. 

"Cool. Mind if I tag along?" I asked. I mean how could I say no. 

"I would love it." He said, getting up off the bed. Moving me off his chest. I stayed on bed, not moving, missing the contact with him. "What? Change your mind?" 

"Nope, just...lazy. It's Saturday after all." I said, lying on my bed and closed my eyes. 

"Come on. We can grab some lunch while we're at it."

"Can't move..." I said, eyes still closed. I heard him sigh and heard footsteps back to the side of the bed. I had thought he was coming to lay back down with me when I felt his hand around on my waist. But before I could do anything, I was being pulled off the bed. My eyes shot open, thinking he was pulling me to the floor, but he hoisted me into his arms, carrying me out my room. "Okay okay I get your point, put me down." I laughed, as he carried me down the stairs. 

"Nah I quite like this. Maybe I'll carry you straight to campus." He said.

"Yeah sure, even you aren't that fit." I joked. A smug look crossed his face and I knew I had just walked into my own trap.

"Oh really?" He said incredulously. "Well then I shall use you as my weights then." He said, it took me a second to process what he just said when he threw me slightly into the air before catching me again. 

"Do that again and you are dead." I warned. He simply smirked and once again lifted me up, before I dropped back in his arms. I tried to struggle free but his hold on me was too strong. "Seriously dude, drop me." I said.

"Whatever you say." He smirked. My eyes widened, giving him a look that said 'you wouldn't'. But he did. I felt the arms holding me drop and I fell backwards. I braced for the impact of my back against the hard floor, but all I felt was softness. I surveyed my surroundings and realized he had dropped me on the couch. "That was mean." I said.

"Oh come on, you know I wouldn't have dropped you on the floor." He said, bending over the sofa and looking down at me. 

"Dude that was not cool." I said, on the verge of laughing. 

"Aww...hope this makes up for it." He said, before kissing me deeply. My knees went weak, an occurrence that seems to happen every time he placed his lips on mine. He sucked on my lower lip before brushing my lips with his tongue, begging for entrance. I willingly obliged, sliding my lips apart. He continued to explore my mouth as he moved his legs to straddle me. I got hard, not surprising when he was rubbing his crotch against me. He pulled away, allowing me to take a much-needed breath. His chest was heaving as so was mine. 

"Totally makes up for it." I said, panting. He smiled and continued to rub himself against me. As I continued to get harder than I thought possible, I could feel myself losing it. "Corey stop. I can't take it." I said, trying to move. He bent down and put his cheek against mine. I could feel his breath on my ear. I continued to grind against me. "Corey please, I don't think I can handle this." I said. It was true though; I was so close to ripping his clothes off and just having sex on the couch, but that felt wrong, like I was betraying his trust, although he was the one initiating it. He stopped moving and his breathing hitched. I felt his bulge pulse against mine and that sent me over. I came, harder that I had in a long time. He clung to me as both of us rode our orgasm. 

He slowly collapsed onto me, kissing me tenderly on the crook of my neck. "Sorry. I couldn't help it." He said. I couldn't speak. The last waves of euphoria slowly dissipated and I lay there. "Are you okay?" He asked, but I still couldn't talk. My mind wasn't coherent enough to put together words. He lifted his head and looked down at me. I closed my eyes, still unable to speak and looking at him wouldn't help the situation. "Oh crap." I heard him say before he climbed off of me. His warmth disappeared, leaving me wishing for it. I opened my eyes and saw him pacing the floor.

"What's wrong?" I asked, finally managing the words.

"I can't believe I did that. You asked me to stop...I shouldn't have continued." He said, rubbing his face with his hands. "I'm so sorry Kyle. I lost it. I..."

"Hey hey, I liked it didn't I?" I said, getting up and walking over to him.

"You did?" He asked incredulously.

"Well of course I did, why wouldn't I?" I asked, he was confusing me more than any math question ever could. "What's wrong?"

"Well you were asking me to stop and...I thought I had somewhat...taken advantage of you." He said, looking down. I couldn't help but chuckle. 

"You know what just forget about it. Let's go get your things." I said, walking to the front door, opening it and waiting for him. He took a deep breath and followed, walking out and towards his car. The car ride was quiet though. Every time I looked at him he seemed to be avoiding my gaze. When we stopped at a red light, I looked at him. He was gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white. "Hey you alright?" He didn't reply, staring at his hands. "If this is about back at the house it's fine. I'm the one who should be sorry. I almost lost it, wanting to just go all the way with you. I would have been betraying your trust." Still he didn't speak. A horn behind announced that the light had turned green. Startled, Corey drove forward, not showing any reaction to what I had just said. "You didn't take advantage of me." I said, a little louder than I had intended. Corey slammed on the brake, stopping on the side of the road.

"But what if I had!" He shouted back. "What if...what if you hadn't wanted it? What if I had gone further? Violated you?" He said, a tear rolling down his face. "I just got you and I almost fucked it up. You are the best thing to happen to me in my life so far and I shudder to think what would have happened to us if I hadn't stopped." He was shaking. Before I could say anything, he unbuckled himself and got out of the car, walking to the front of the car and leaning on the hood. I followed suit, walking up to him. I didn't know what to say. I was always the one that needed comforting, not the person giving it. 

"You would have stopped, if you knew I didn't want it." I said. He chuckled cynically.

"You don't know that." He said.

"But I think you do. Listen, from what I can tell you are a good person Corey. I can see it. Someone who is bad would not let this bother him that much. You got carried away, it happens. It definitely happened to me before so please don't let this bother you. It really was nothing. I liked it, a lot and if that is violating me then I would love to be violated again." 

"Don't say that." He whispered. 

"So you forgive yourself?" I asked. He hesitated but eventually nodded. "Good. Now let's go get some lunch, I'm starving." I got back in the car waiting for Corey to do the same. Soon he did, and we drove into town. We stopped at a quaint little diner and went in. 

"They have some good food here." Corey said, ushering me to one of the booths. It was quiet although it was around lunchtime. The diner looked like something out of a 70s postcard. A waitress came over handing us a pair of menus before heading back to the counter. I browsed it, settling on a simple hamburger. After the waitress had returned to take our order, she left for the kitchen. 

"So you wanna tell me why you were so affected by what just happened?" I knew it was more that he wasn't telling me. I could tell. It was best if he talked about it, to get it off his chest.

"Nevermind about it." He said. I glared at him, it was not doing him any good to bottle it up. "Fine...I just...I didn't want to be like your ex okay."

"What about my ex?" I asked. I didn't expect this. I mean of all the things what had my ex have anything to do with this. He sighed, I could tell he didn't want to talk about it but I didn't care.

"You told me that you broke up with him because he didn't want to be public about your relationship. Isn't that what I'm doing now? Sure I want it, but I can't do it yet. So after you said that he never really liked you, I felt like he was...taking advantage of you. Using you. I didn't want to be like that and I almost did just that when I..." He stopped. I put a hand on his, and he wrapped his fingers around mine. I was just about to say something when the waitress came back with our food. She placed them on the table and I uttered a thanks.

"Asshole." I muttered. Corey looked up at me, thinking I was referring to him. "First he makes a horrible ex boyfriend and now he's making life difficult for my current boyfriend. The jerk." I said. Corey laughed slightly. "And for the record, you are nothing like him." I said.

"How so?" He asked, finally looking a little more cheerful.

"Well first of all, when I said he didn't want to be public about our relationship, I really meant at all. He didn't want to be associated with me when there were others around. Didn't act like a friend or whatever. He basically treated me like a stranger outside. And secondly, on the very rare occasion that he did hang around with me outside, he wouldn't be caught dead holding my hand when a waitress walked over." I said, raising our hands that were together. He blushed but didn't release his grip. "So yeah, you are nothing like him, so stop beating yourself up about this okay?" I asked. He nodded. He just stared at me, not moving. "Um...Corey, can you let go of my hand?" I asked.

"Wait why? I like it." He said, looking slightly confused.

"I like it too but I need my hand to eat." I said, referring to our food sitting in front of us. He looked down at his food and quickly released him grip, muttering an embarrassed 'oh'. I chuckled and ate my food. After completing our meal, we headed toward campus to get his stuff from his dorm. He stopped at the parking lot and was about to get out when I stopped him.

"Okay seeing that you have a roommate, we need to avoid the awkward questions that might arise." I said.

"Awkward questions?" He asked.

"Well bringing a new 'friend' back to your dorm after being missing the previous night does raise a few questions. Personal experience has taught me that getting the story sorted helps prevent awkward circumstances from arising." I explained.

"You really think about everything don't you?" He asked but I just shrugged at his statement.

"So let's get this straight. I am a friend from school and you crashed at my place last night when you fell asleep on my couch yesterday after playing video games. Innocent enough. So you're clear on the plan?" I asked. He nodded and gave me a simple kiss. With that we headed towards the dorm up to his room

He stopped in front of a door, which I assumed was his room. He stood there waiting and I knew what he was thinking. "Just act like you do always. Just pretend I'm nothing but another friend and he will not suspect anything." He took a deep breath and opened the door. 




The New Kid Ch. 03



"Hey dude, where were you last night?" I heard his roommate say. I followed Corey into the room and a pair of blue eyes fell onto me. 

"Hi." I muttered. There was silence, his roommate clearly waiting for Corey to make the introduction. 

"Oh um, Scott this is Kyle. Kyle this is Scott my roommate and best friend I guess." Corey finally said. 

"Oh um hi." Scott said getting off his bed. Scott wasn't as tall as Corey, roughly my height. He had short blond hair, which accentuated his bright blue eyes. He was pretty handsome too and had a decent body. Don't misunderstand me as checking him out. I was absolutely sure he was 100% straight. "So you're a friend of Corey's?" He asked me. I nodded. "Well then nice to meet you. It's good he's making new friends." He said, motioning to Corey.

"Well then I'm gonna start packing." Corey said. 

"Sure. Mind if I use your bathroom?" I asked.

"Sure." Corey replied, getting out his bag to place his clothes. I walked over to the bathroom, closed the door and stood at the sink. I didn't need to use the toilet; I just wanted to get out of that room. It was getting a little awkward. I could hear Scott's voice outside talking to Corey. At this I couldn't help eavesdropping.

"So you haven't told me where you were last night?" He asked.

"Oh um I crashed at Kyle's. Played video games and such." Corey replied. I don't know if it was just me, but I could hear a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"And you're packing for?" He pursued.

"Heading back to Kyle's. More video games you know." Corey made up. 

"Oh...I see. So is this that new kid in your class you were talking about?" Scott asked. This intrigued me. I hadn't known that Corey had mentioned me to anyone, especially his roommate whom we didn't even share classes. 

"Yeah. I caught up with him yesterday and he's pretty cool so we decided to hang." He said. At one point I could tell his voice shake noticeably. I figured that this was time to re-enter the room before he cracks.

"So is he..." Scott was cut short when I walked out the bathroom door. 

"What're you guys talking about?" I asked casually, pretending I have not just been listening in on their conversation. 

"Nothing important." Scott said. "I'm heading down to the vending machines. You guys want anything?" He asked. We both shook our heads and he got up and headed to the door. He left and I waited a few second to make sure he's gone before talking.

"You are really bad at acting." I said. Corey spun around, abandoning his packing. 

"What?" He inquired.

"I could hear you through the door. You were clearly getting nervous." I said.

"Shit. Really? You think he suspects anything?" He asked, taking a seat beside me on his bed. 

"Nothing in particular but he's probably suspicious though, seeing as your were acting a little unnatural." I said. 

"Oh...well I was never a really good at acting so..."

"Sure...if you're so bad at acting you wouldn't be able to hide that you're gay until now." It was true. No matter how masculine you were, you needed at least a little acting and lying to make people think that you were straight, especially when people talk about girlfriends and stuff.

"Yeah well..." He said, getting up and resuming his packing. A minute later, Scott came back. "What did you get?" Corey asked, I guess in an attempt to try to seem more natural.

"What? Oh uh...nothing. They didn't have what I wanted." He said, not making eye contact with Corey. He kept glancing at me though, which I found a little weird.

"Argh, dude do you know where my sweatpants are? I can't find them." Corey said, rummaging through his dresser.

"No." Scott deadpanned. I could see the gears in his head turning. He was thinking about something, I just couldn't tell what. "You're always misplacing your clothes." He said, finally looking up. "You need like a walk-in closet or something." He was up to something, I could tell and it couldn't be good.

"What? I don't need a walk-in closet. I just need to be a little more organized that's all." Corey replied, oblivious to Scott's behaviour.

"I think you do. You know a big one that you can go into...or I don't know, come out of when you want to..." He said. It came to me like a brick wall, he knew and he was trying to get it out of Corey.

"Um...can we go?" I interjected. I mean it would have been good for him to come out to at least one of his friends, but being outed like that couldn't have been good for someone just coming to terms with this.

"Nah, you guys have to stay...you know hang here. I have video games too. It would be fun." Scott said.

"Um...nah it's alright." Corey stiffened up, he had figured out what was happening too. 

"Oh I get it...you know. Other kinds of fun." I stared at Scott. The gig was up. He definitely knew.

"I don't get..." Corey began but Scott cut him off.

"Just stop the excuses alright? I know okay. Maybe next time you should make sure your best friend isn't outside the door when you start talking about secrets. Yes I heard it, all of it. I mean I knew you were acting strange since you stepped into the room, but I didn't expect this." Scott said. It was clear he was a little pissed, about Corey being gay or not I wasn't sure. 

"Scott, can I speak to you for a moment in private." I asked.

"No, whatever that needs to be said should be by him, not you." Scott shouted. He probably hadn't meant to shout at me but he was obviously angry. 

"Fine, you want me to say it? I'm gay alright? Happy?" Corey said, a little loudly. I wondered if anyone in the other rooms could hear. "If you're not happy about it I can move out okay, just don't come jumping on me when you don't know anything about my situation." Everyone was silent. Corey was panting and I sat there totally shocked. Soon Corey came and sat next to me. "You don't know how it feels like." 

Scott facial features softened, and he collapsed onto his bed as well. "Yes I don't know anything about your situation, but that doesn't mean I don't know how you feel alright? I wasn't angry at the fact that you're gay, I was angry that you didn't think you could trust me enough to tell me. I'm your best friend dude."

"Well I'm sorry if I didn't feel I was ready to tell anyone yet. Just..." Corey paused, thinking about everything happening. "What did you mean by you know how I feel anyway?" He asked. I was curious too. 

"I'm not gay if that's what your thinking. My brother is, so I know how hard it is to tell anyone. I was the first person he ever told and he broke down soon after. I was happy that he could trust me enough to tell me and I helped him with it and everything. So yeah I know how tough it is." He said. 

Corey lay down on his bed, in thought about all this. I sat at the foot of his bed, doing the same. I never expected any of this when I asked to tag along. I was starting to feel that maybe I should have stayed home, and Corey would have been spared all this, at least for now.

"So are you two dating or something?" Scott voiced. I waited for a response from Corey. When none came I nodded and Scott smiled. "Good. You two look good together." He said, before staring at the ceiling again.

"So we good?" Corey asked, looking over at Scott.

"Yeah...your secret's safe with me too." Scott replied.

"Thanks." He said before looking over at me. "Two confessions in two days. I would say that that is pretty good progress don't you think?"

"Yeah but maybe the next one, you actually plan that you are going to come clean and not let it happen by accident." I said.

"Well it yields the same result so what does it matter." He smirked.

"Yeah but need I remind you that your acting sucks?" I laughed, Scott joining in. 

"Will you two stop picking on my acting?" He exclaimed. The laughter died down and it was clear that both Corey and Scott were thinking. I just sat there playing with Corey's feet in my lap.

"Mind if I ask why are you guys still here?" Scott asked, looking at the ceiling. "I mean we both know that you guys have other plans and activities you wanna do together." You could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

"Are you gonna be like this all the time?" Corey asked. 

"Pretty much." With these words I knew that things between Corey and Scott were gonna be exactly the same as before, maybe even strengthened their friendship.



The New Kid Ch. 04



"Crazy day." Corey said crashing onto my couch. 

"I know right. I'm proud of you though." I said, taking a seat beside him. After the whole fiasco at his place, we had spent the afternoon just hanging out, getting to know each other more. I told him about my family, my dad and the house he left me while he told me about his parents and younger brother. His parents lived in Santa Fe. His father owns a small business in town and his mom helps. His younger brother was 16 at the time.

"Thanks. I'm proud of myself to be honest." 

"You should be. So what do you want for dinner? I can whip something up." I asked.

"What can you make?"

"Pasta." I said sheepishly. "Not really much of a cook. My mom and my dad were great cooks, which makes me certain that the ability to cook is not hereditary." 

"Well then chef, just call me your personal assistant." Corey said, getting off the couch and kissing me on the lips. "Is that part of the job description?" 

"Nope, but I'm not complaining if my employees go above and beyond." I smiled and headed to the kitchen. I got out the pots and pans that were needed and all the ingredients, which basically consisted of a bottle of pasta sauce and a packet of instant spaghetti. 

"You are such a good cook." Corey said sarcastically, wrapping his arms around my waist. I rolled my eyes and began boiling a pot of water. I then proceeded to get my pan heated up, Corey's grip on my making it a lot more difficult moving around. 

"You know I would be done sooner if I could move properly?" I said, taking out an onion and slicing it. 

"Are you saying you aren't enjoying it?"

"No but I would rather have my full dexterity when dealing with knives and fire." I said, continuing to slice the onion.

"Okay, wouldn't want my chef to get hurt now would I." Corey said, finally releasing his hold on me. I immediately missed the heat of his body behind me but I knew I had to get this done. There would be more time later. By this time, the onion was starting to make my eyes sting and tear. "You know if you didn't want me to actually let go you could have just said so, no need to be sad." He smirked.

"You know you've got a lot of lip." I said, pouring some oil into the pan before adding the onions. I blinked a few times for the stinging to disappear.

"All the better to kiss with." He said, placing kisses on my neck. I groaned. I wasn't a good cook on the best of days, but with him continually distracting me I was sure that this meal would have sucked, as much as instant pasta could suck for that matter. For the remainder of the time I managed to keep just enough focus to finish cooking, although I was bordering on turning around and ripping his shirt off. 

Once everything was done, I quickly plated up our food and set them onto the kitchen island. Dinner took slightly longer than expected with him continuously trying to grab hold of my hand across from his, not that I was really complaining. After we were done, I set the dishes in the sink while Corey went to the living room. I followed him and found him sitting on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV. I went over and lay down, with my head in his lap and he smiled down at me, which gave me butterflies in my stomach. We stayed in silence, no words needed at that moment, just the company that we were offering each other. As we watched TV, he ran his fingers through my hair. Without knowing, my eyelids slowly got heavier until they were closed.

I woke to find the TV still on but Corey asleep, my head still in his lap. I slowly got up so as to not wake him and looked at the clock. 10pm. I quietly exited the room and headed for the bathroom. I was half asleep but I felt strangely happy and I knew the reason for that. I mean it would have been crazy if I weren't happy right? After using the bathroom I walked back to the living room and sat down beside Corey and laid my head on his shoulder. I was certain I was being really careful but he still managed to wake up.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." I said.

"Nah it's alright. I'm a light sleeper." He replied, putting his arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer to him. I buried my nose in the crook of his neck and breath. He smelt wonderful, distinctly him. I closed my eyes, savouring the moment when I felt warm fingers against my cheek. I opened my eyes and looked into his brown ones. "You really are wonderful." As he said this, his fingers pushed at my chin as he lifted my lips to his. He kissed me, ever so gently and I felt my limbs turn to jelly. The gentle kisses continued as he leaned over me, pushing me down onto the couch. He showed restraint this time, going for gentler actions and my heart raced. No one had ever romanced me like that before and I was enjoying every part of it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I could feel the heat rising between us.

He abandoned my lips and started trailing soft kisses down my jawline towards my ear. My breath hitched as he nibbled on my earlobe. My bulge started to grow and I was breathing a little heavier. "Bedroom?" I managed to choke out. My brain was no longer functioning on a normal level.

"You sure?" He whispered in my ear, so softly I could hardly hear. My reply came in the form of kisses on his neck. He slowly lifted me off the couch so smoothly I felt like I had floated. I wrapped my legs around his torso as he carried me up to my room, planting kisses on each other all the way. I felt the soft bed on my back as he laid me down, pulling him with me with my grip on him. The kisses grew in intensity, both of us becoming a little more aggressive with our kisses. His hands roamed across my belly, finding their way under my T-shirt and running his fingers over my skin. The hairs on my body stood as each touch sent a small jolt through my body.

I groaned as his lips left my neck and found their way back to my mouth. My tongue begged entry into his mouth and he willingly obliged, opening for me to slide in. My hands found the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled them up, revealing his chiselled body, devoid of hair except for the treasure trail leading to his groin. My fingers brushed against his warm skin and he shivered. We broke our lips apart for me to completely remove his shirt. He leaned back down to resume exploration of my mouth when I spun rolled him over and climbed on top of him. I planted kisses on his jaw, slowly making my way down towards his chest. 

My hands ran over the ridges of his abs, my brain memorising every groove. My lips found his right nipple and I licked it, eliciting a moan from Corey. I took it into my mouth, lightly biting it, making Corey hiss. He moved his hip against my stomach, clearly needing some attention there. I smiled and slid down his torso, kissing the skin there as I went, stopping just below his bellybutton. Once again he thrust his hips, before I held him down with my hands. Occasionally I would run my hand against his bulge which drove him wild. "Tease." He hissed after my third pass.

"You want it?" I asked, placing my hand over his crotch and rubbing ever so lightly.

"Yes. Kyle please." He begged. I obeyed, unbuckling his belt and jeans, exposing the grey pair of boxer briefs underneath. The head of his dick, pushed against the fabric, struggling to get out. I pushed his jeans further down, before he kicked it off completely. "Wait, I'm almost completely naked and you haven't taken off a single thing." He said, which made me realized that I was still fully clothed. To satisfy him I took off my shirt and threw it in the pile of clothes on the floor. 

"Happy?" I asked, returning to his straining bulge.

"I would prefer if you took you're jeans off too."

"Later." I replied, my mouth millimetres from his dick. My warm breath against the fabric of his underwear made him sigh. Slowly I peeled away his underwear, letting his cock out. He was pretty big, roughly 7" long and pretty thick. I admired it for a little, the pink head was engorged; a vein ran down each side of the shaft. I wrapped my hand around it and slowly pumped it. Corey's head was thrown back onto the pillow, his eyes closed tight. I smirked. 

I licked the head, making him shiver. I could taste his pre cum which was salty and sweet at the same time. I licked all along the shaft, from the base to the head, making him shiver with pleasure. After torturing him long enough, I took him into my mouth. Corey's body tensed and he gripped the sheets on the bed so tight his knuckles were white. I sucked, starting out slow, taking him inch by inch.

"Oh god." He exclaimed. Finally, I felt his dick touch the back of my throat. I resisted the urge to gag and continued sucking. My fingers circled his balls, massaging them slightly. I continued to take him further into my throat until I felt the tickle of his pubes on my nose. I could smell him, his scent so strong. "Damn Kyle. Can't take it much longer." He said. His words spurred me to continue, I wanted to taste him so badly. It took me by surprise when he pulled me off of him. Without saying anything, flipped me over and climbed over me. "I wanna taste you too." Next thing I knew, he was pulling my jeans and boxers off in one motion. He engulfed me before my mind could process what was happening.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed. Whatever he was doing to me was euphoria. For a first timer he was fucking excellent. I mean there was some teeth and he couldn't take me completely but he was still pretty impressive, taking around 4" of my 6". His tongue made circles around my head, teasing the slit every now and then. I was dancing on the edge. I was going to cum any moment but I didn't want this to end. My mind was so focused on delaying my orgasm that I could hardly think of anything else. I fought but I couldn't hold on any longer. "Corey...I'm gonna..." The strain in my voice apparent. He didn't pull off, continuing his assault of my cock. "Oh fuck!" I shouted, shooting wad after wad into his mouth. He tried swallowing all of it, a little bit escaping his lips. I hadn't expected him to swallow my load. He continued sucking my cock clean as I began to soften, finally popping from his mouth.

"You taste good." He said, moving up my body to kiss me on the lips. I could taste myself on his lips. 

"You haven't finished yet." I told him, remembering that he hadn't cum before wanting to suck me off. 

"Yeah I did." At his word I looked down and true enough there was a wet spot on his underwear. "That was really hot."

"Yes it was. Oh my god, I can't even think right now." I said, putting a hand over my face.

"Well I think we should have a shower." Corey said, getting off me and heading to the bathroom. "Wanna join me?" He asked, a cheeky grin on his face. I followed suit, getting out of bed and following him into the bathroom. He adjusted the water temperature before stepping in, motioning for me to join him. I willingly obliged, climbing in after him. He held me close as the warm water ran over our bodies. I lay my head on his chest, listening to his steady breath. 

I felt him reach for the soap and started soaping us up. He lathered my back and I returned the favour. After rinsing off the soap, he pulled me close once more, kissing me deeply on the lips. We broke apart when the need of oxygen overcame us. He leaned his forehead against mine. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me." He whispered. At these words I hugged him, really tightly. 

"You make me so happy you wouldn't imagine." I said, still keeping a vice grip on him.

"Ditto." With that we finally ended our embrace and got out of the shower. We dried each other off before putting on a fresh pair of underwear and climbing into bed. I lay down, Corey spooning me. "Goodnight, Kyle." He said, placing a kiss on my cheek.

"Goodnight Corey." I said. I was feeling so happy, I knew I fell asleep with a smile on my face that night.

I cracked open my eyes, the light coming through the window temporarily blinding. I blinked, adjusting to the light. The weight of Corey's arm hung over me. I could hear him snoring slightly from behind me. I wanted to just lie in bed but my bladder begged to differ. Carefully, I eased his arm off of me and climbed out of bed. After brushing my teeth and exited the bathroom, Corey was awake. "Morning." I said.

"Morning." His voice hoarse from having just woken up. Rubbing his eyes he asked, "What time is it?" I looked over at the bedside clock and mention that it was 11.18am. I went over to my dresser and took out a sweatshirt and a pair of pants, putting them on.

"Heading down for coffee." I said, leaving the room and heading for the kitchen. I brewed a pot of coffee. I poured myself a cup, took a seat on the couch and turned on the TV. I flipped over to the news channel and listened to the headlines. 

"Need coffee." Corey announced coming down the stairs. He had put on a grey t-shirt before coming down but, whether on purpose or not wore nothing but his boxers below the waist.

"There's a pot of it in the kitchen." I said, returning my attention to the TV. Soon Corey was by my side, a cup of coffee in one hand, and his other arm moving around my shoulder. I shifted a little, moving into a more confortable position and lay my head on his shoulder. I realized like this was a position I usually assumed whenever we sat together. Just as I was getting comfortable the doorbell rang. I groaned, pushing myself off the couch and walked to the door. I looked out the window and realized it was Mrs Kent.

"Hey Mrs Kent." I said, opening the door. "What are you doing here?" I moved aside for her to come in. 

"I was in the vicinity and thought I'd drop you a visit. Some company is nice." She said, stepping inside. She stopped when she saw Corey seated at my couch. "Oh but it seems you already have company." 

"Um...hi." Corey said, giving a small wave.

"Yeah, Corey this is Mrs Kent, old time friend of my dad's. Mrs Kent, this is Corey, my uh...." I searched for the proper word.

"Boyfriend." Corey said, finishing my sentence. I had intended to say friend from school and surely hadn't expected Corey to be so forward about it.

"Oh...I see. I...uh...didn't know..." Mr's Kent stammered. Finding out that I was gay probably was a bit of a shock to her.

"Oh you don't..." Corey said, his cheeks turning crimson. He turned away and stared at the TV.

"I uh...need to go to the kitchen." She said and walked away. I looked at Corey and he mouthed a 'sorry'. I shook my head signalling it was alright. I walked towards the kitchen to find Mrs Kent sipping a glass of water. 

"Um...Mrs Kent? Are you alright?" I asked.

"Yeah...just a little shocked that's all. You're father never mentioned anything about this to me." She said, downing the remaining water.

"He didn't know. I wasn't ready then..." 

"Oh." She said, looking at her empty glass.

"If you are...you know..." I wasn't able to finish my sentence, being cut off by Mrs Kent.

"Oh heavens no. I may be old Kyle but I'm not narrow-minded. Please don't think I am. I believe that you have the right to love whomever you want." I was relieved. Mrs Kent was so much like my dad that I felt, if she didn't accept me, my dad wouldn't have as well.

"You sure you are alright?" 

"Yes. Now that I'm over the shock, want some breakfast? Or I guess brunch seeing that it's pretty late already." She smiled. A genuine one that I knew meant that every word she had just said was true. 

"You're the best Mr Kent." I said, walking over to her and hugging her tight.

"Thanks dear. I'm happy for you too. I'm sure your father would have been proud of you. The only person you should strive to be is yourself." She said, patting me on my back. "Okay so go relax while I whip something up."

"You need any help?" I offered, even though I knew I would have been more of a hindrance than help while in the kitchen.

"That's kind of you but I can manage. Go on." She said, ushering me out of the kitchen to the living room. I resumed my position beside Corey and he looked at me. 

"Everything's fine." I said, knowing what the question on his mind was. "What made you be so forward anyway?" 

"I don't know I just...I don't want you to be something I hide. So when I thought she knew, I just wanted to say that out loud for someone to hear." He said.

"You are the sweetest closet dude ever you know that?" I said. He smiled and kissed me on the forehead.



The New Kid Ch. 05



In the weeks that followed everything seemed bright. Corey and I basically acted like really good friends in school. I met his friends and he met mine. We tried to distance ourselves somewhat so as to not attract suspicion, which was fine with me. I was going to let him take his time with this. During free periods, which coincided with Scott's we would hang, only then could we be ourselves. Corey knew of Angela but seeing as he wasn't really friends with her, he didn't feel a need to tell her about our relationship, which I respected. Yeah everything looked good. 

It was a Saturday and I was sitting in Corey's car, heading out of town. He had told me that he wanted to bring me somewhere, not saying anything more.

"C'mon dude, at least tell me where we're going. I mean you can keep all the activities information to yourself." I pushed. 

"It's somewhere that I spent a good portion of my childhood, how about that." He teased. It was one vague answer after the next. My guess was that it was a park or something he used to go when he was younger but I couldn't be sure. To be honest, he could bring to the lamest place in the world but I would have still enjoyed myself, as long as I could spend time with him. I just hoped I was dressed for the occasion. I was wearing a black hoodie over a simple t-shirt and a pair of khakis. I looked over at Corey and he was dressed to a similar degree, a white graphic t-shirt and a pair of worn jeans.

During the hour drive, we kept playing stupid driving games. The radio was blasting music in the background and we would start singing along to the song in exaggerated ways. I was laughing so hard my sides hurt. 

"We're almost there." He said. I looked out the window and realized we were driving through a suburban area. As if reading my mind, he answered my question. "We're in Santa Fe if you are wondering." Santa Fe? I thought about any link to this place and anywhere he has mentioned. Only one came to mind and my eyes widened. "Surprise?" He said, sheepishly.

"You're bringing me to your parents'?" He kept quiet. "Don't tell me you..."

"Well you told me to plan my next one so this is what I'm doing." 

"Dude why are you rushing this? I can tell you are not fully confortable about doing this yet." I said. It was true, his face showing very subtle hints of nervousness.

"I'm doing it for us." He said. I sighed, part of me wanted to kiss him and part of me wanted to smack him.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I. Can. Wait. I'm not even pushing you to do it."

"But I'm pushing myself. I'm also doing this for me. I need to do it sooner or later, I might as well do it now." He said. I sighed once again and looked out my window. He drove another 2 minutes before stopping in front of a suburban home. I looked at him and waited, him looking at his hands on the steering wheel. "I know I should have told you but I thought you would refuse to come." 

"Yeah no duh. Corey, coming out to your parents is something you need to be fully prepared with. And to be honest, my being there might provoke a wrong response." I said, putting my hand on his arm.

"I needed support."

I sighed. "I'll be right there with you." I said. He looked over at me and smiled weakly. I rubbed his arm and gave him a chaste kiss. I left the car, followed shortly by him. He led the way up the lawn to the porch. The house was a typical suburban home; A green lawn with a single pathway leading to a sheltered porch. He walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. He gave me a nervous glance and waited for someone to open the door. 

"I've got it mom." I heard a voice, which probably belonged to Corey's younger brother, coming from inside the house. The door opened and there stood a teenager that was no doubt Corey's brother. He had similar facial features, although his hair was a light chestnut instead of black like Corey's. 

"Hey bro. I've missed you." He said, hugging his brother tight. 

"Hey man, how've you been?" Corey was grinning as he broke their embrace. 

"You know, school sucks and all that." Corey laughed, ruffling his brother's hair. It was at this moment that his brother saw me standing there. 

"Oh Zack, this is Kyle, friend from school. Kyle this is my brother, Zack." Corey said, introducing us to each other. Zack's eyes moved between Corey and me a second before he smiled and waved a 'hey' before turning and heading into the house announcing Corey's arrival. 

I followed Corey into his home and saw his mom coming out of the kitchen, giving Corey a hug. "Oh honey, I missed you. How's everything at college?" She asked. She was a petite woman, no more than 5'6". Her red hair fell in waves over her shoulder, framing her face, which had hints of a once very stunning girl. 

"Fine." He replied. His dad sat in the living room, in a recliner. "Hey dad."

"Hey buddy." His father replied, not taking his eyes off the newspapers he was reading. His black hair had streaks of grey in it, the only indication that we was older than he looked. His face, from what I could see looked like one of someone at least 10 years younger.

"Oh and who is this?" His mother asked, noticing my presence.

"Oh this is Kyle, friend of mine." He said. I smiled and muttered my greetings. His mother's eyebrows furrowed for a moment, really slightly before greeting me. 

"So where is this Kayla?" His mother asked Corey. Kayla? I raised my eyebrow. Things were getting weirder. 

"Oh uh...she got held up. She'll be here soon." He said, taking a sideways glance at me. I crossed my arms. He was hiding something and I had a pretty good idea what.

"How about you two catch up while I give Kyle a tour of the house." Zack interjected.

"That would be great. Thanks hun." His mother said, ushering Corey in the direction of his father.

"So how about I give you the upstairs tour first." Zack said, proceeding up the stairs. I followed him, still trying to wrap my mind around Corey lying about a fake girlfriend. "So this is my room." He opened the door and I looked in. My mouth dropped, I mean it was a teenager's dream room. I mean everything from the 42" flat screen on the wall connected to video game consoles of all sorts, to the double sofa bed across it. Hanging on the wall was a couple of skateboards, whether for use or merely décor I couldn't tell. A desktop with two 21" screens sat on the desk in the corner, beside it a whole selection of various DVDs. "Nothing much." He said, nonchalantly.

"Nothing much? Dude I would have killed to have a room like this." I said. 

"I do some freelance video production so I get some extra cash now and then." He said. "C'mon I'll show you Corey's old room." We left the room and heading down the hall, passing a door on the left. "Parent's room. Out of bounds." He said, pointing to the room we just passed before coming to a stop at the room furthest down the hall. He opened the door and I followed him in. It was a lot less tricked out compared to Zack's but went for something a lot homier. I heard the door close behind me and I turned, seeing Zack take a seat on his brother's bed. 

"Why'd you close the door?" I asked.

"There is no Kayla is there." He said, more of a statement than a question. "You were the person he was bringing." 

"Um...to be honest I don't really know what he's planning." I wasn't exactly lying, although I did know that Corey knew no one by the name of Kayla.

"Are you denying that you're his boyfriend, because if you are you're not making much of an argument." I kept quiet, not wanting to reveal anything that I shouldn't. "Listen, I don't care. He could be dating an animal for all I care, but I just wanted to make sure. My parents are the ones he should be worrying about." For a kid he sure was matured and seemingly handling the situation really well.

"So you're okay with it?" I asked.

"Yeah I mean, he's still my brother, doesn't matter what sex he prefers. I take it he didn't tell you he was coming here?" He asked.

"How did you know?"

"You've been rubbing your hands the whole time. You nervous?" He asked. I hadn't even realized my hands the whole time. I quickly stuffed my hands in my pockets.

"A little." 

"Understandable. I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes. Gives the parents someone to blame if they didn't take the news well." He said. My respect for him grew; he wasn't some ignorant straight dude. I guess my respect showed because he acknowledged it. "Best friend. Gay. He tells me stuff." He said, hoping I wasn't getting the wrong message.

"Yeah I figured." I laughed. 

"So yeah, now that that's cleared, let's head down." He said, opening the door and waiting for me to exit. As I passed, he muttered, "Good luck." I smiled and nodded my thanks, before proceeding back down the stairs. Corey was chatting with his dad. To the left, his mom was setting up the table for lunch, Zack coming down after me and going to help his mom. I figured I had better make a good impression to help ease anything that may happen later. I walked to the kitchen where his mom was getting ready.

"Anything I can help with, Mrs Hanson?" I asked.

"Oh um sure." I guess my offer to help surprised her a little. "You can help Zack set the table. Here." She said, handing me a stack of plates. I did as I was told, setting the table for a party of six instead of five for the imaginary Kayla. Once everything was set, Corey came in. 

"Should we get started? I'm starving." He asked.

"Aren't we waiting for Kayla?" His mom voiced. I looked at Corey waiting for him to come up with something. Part of me enjoyed watching him squirm, the part that was pissed that he lied to me about all this.

"Oh uh...she texted, she asked for us to continue ahead, she may be a little longer than expected." Corey lied.

"Oh it's no matter we can wait for her." His mom said, his plan going up in smoke.

"No it's no need, I'm starving mom." He whined for effect.

"Yeah I'm starving too." Zack chimed in, clearly trying to help his brother out. I smiled, my support there was one thing but family support was always a welcome, even if Corey knew nothing of his brother's intentions. 

"Oh fine. I hope she won't mind." His mom said.

"She won't." Corey said, glancing at me. Mrs Hanson went to get her husband, leaving the room for a moment. 

"Yeah cause she doesn't exist." I whispered to Zack from the corner of my mouth, to which he chuckled, making Corey look over at us. He raised and eyebrow at us and we both shrugged our shoulders simultaneously. Mrs Hanson reappeared with her husband. They took their seats, Mr Hanson at the head of the table and Mrs Hanson on his left. Corey took a seat on the other side of his dad, while I took one next to him. Zack sat across from me, pursing his lips.

"Well then tuck in. Kyle I hope you like the food." Mrs Hanson said, smiling sweetly at me. I looked at the food on my plate and took a bite. It was pretty good. It had been a while since my last home cooked meal and I was enjoying it. 

"It's really good Mrs Hanson." I said, putting another spoonful of potatoes into my mouth.

"Glad you like it." She smiled. 

"Mom loves it when she gets compliments about her food." Zack said, before Mrs Hanson chuckled and lightly pushed his head. If not for the fact that I was so nervous about what was yet to come, it would have been a wonderful time. His family was very nice and it was obvious they were close, which is mostly a good thing when it comes to gay kids. After lunch, 'Kayla' had still not arrived, for obvious reasons.

"Wow she's really running late." Mr Hanson voiced, putting down his cutlery. Zack and myself looked over at Corey, who looked at us in return. He still had no idea Zack knew but I gave him a look that this was the time to say it. 

"Okay, mom, dad, I have something to tell you guys." He said, putting down his utensils as well.

"Um...I'll go get desert. Kyle can you help me?" Zack said, getting out of his chair, I followed. We headed for the kitchen, just out of view of the dinning table. "I think you might wanna stay here for a bit. Let him do this on his own." He proceeded to get the pie sitting on the counter, leaving me in the kitchen. 

"Here's the pie. Kyle had to use the bathroom." I heard Zack say, explaining my absence. "So what was it you wanted to say?" 

"Yeah...I uh needed to tell you guys something." Corey said. When no one said anything he took a deep breath before continuing. "Listen guys, there is no Kayla. I made her up." 

"Okay...so you're not attached then?" His mother said.

"Not exactly. You see...uh...I am seeing someone right now." 

"Okay so when will we meet her? What's her name?" His father so far hadn't said anything and I wondered what their expressions were like. I leaned against the kitchen counter waiting for the events to unfold.

"That's the thing. You've already met the person, and it's not a her." 

"I'm sorry I don't get you." I closed my eyes. This was it; the next sentence would determine his parent reactions.

"I'm gay." What followed was a silence so thick you could have heard a pin drop. The silence was deafening. Everyone didn't say anything for a solid minute.

"Well I'm happy for you." Zack said, finally breaking the silence and probably the awkward tension surrounding the dinning table.

"I don't understand. How?" His mom spoke, her voice choked, as if holding back tears.

"I've always been like this. It's just...I've discovered myself recently and..." He stopped. The silence returned. Ten, twenty, thirty seconds passed. Finally his mother spoke again.

"You've been quiet this whole time. Say something." She directed her question to her husband but he remained silent. "No. You are just confused. You are perfectly normal. You just have a disease. It can be cured." His mother said. I cringed at the use of words. Those were the kind of hateful words that cut at you deeply. I heard the dragging sound of a chair on the hardwood floor.

"I am normal mom, and if you think I have a disease then..." He wanted to say something but he couldn't bring himself to say it. I heard his footstep leaving and stomping up the stairs. I walked out of the kitchen, still out of sight but I saw Zack getting up, running to the stairs. He saw me and shook his head, indicating that he would handle Corey. I turned and walked out the sliding door at the back of the kitchen. 

The cool air hit my face and I stood on the back porch. There was no direct mention of me but I figured that one of his parents would put it together and determine it was me whom Corey was talking about and come find me, put the blame on me. I rested my arms on the porch railing, putting my face in my hands. I looked at the pool, sunlight glimmering off the surface. I heard the door slide open behind me and I prepared for it. 

I saw him lean onto the railing to my left, looking out to the backyard. I didn't look at him, my gaze focused on the pool surface. We didn't talk for 2 minutes, although it felt like forever. "So I just heard some pretty big news in there." He said.

"Oh? What about?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"Corey just came out to us." He stopped. I remained silent. Here it comes. The whole I know he was talking about you. You changed our son blah blah blah. "So you're his boyfriend?" He asked. His tone didn't sound accusatory but curious. I nodded, feeling that lying was pointless. What he said next surprised me I looked at him for the first time since we were standing there, wide eyed. "Help him through this." 

"What?" 

"Help him through this. I'll convince his mother...somehow. Let him know we love him, no matter what." He said.

"With all due respect sir, you guys should tell him that. What he needs is for his parents to know that they still love him, and not hearing it through someone else." I said, returning my gaze to the pool. He sighed.

"You're a good kid Kyle. Trust my son to pick one like you." He said. I blushed but didn't look at him. "Well I think I should talk to my wife. She seems a little frazzled by all this." He chuckled and turned back into house. I waited a few minutes before heading back in. Mrs Hanson was still sitting at the dining table, in deep conversation with her husband. I quickly walked past them, heading for the stairs.

"Stop." Mrs Hanson said, quite loudly. I didn't know if she was talking to her husband, or me but her commanding tone immediately made me stop in my tracks. I turned my head and true enough, her eyes were fixed on me. She eyed the seat furthest away from her, and I took it. "Why him." She said, glaring at me. I was at a lost for words, either from the hate in her eyes or her accusatory tone. "There are thousands of other guys, why did you have to pick him." She said. "Make him...dirty."

At the utter of that word I felt the anger boil in me. "It's not a disease. You make it seem like it is a choice. Well guess what, it's not. So instead of making your son feel worse about who he is, how about help him through it." I shouted. She looked stunned for a moment before her shock turned to anger.

"How dare you. How dare you question my parenting? Let me guess, your parents accepted you right, so anyone who does different is bad parenting? Who's to say that your parents aren't the bad parents?" She shouted. I was about to retort when Mr Hanson interrupted.

"Because good parents don't make their kids feel that they are not worth it, Grace. Good parents don't treat their kid like there is something wrong with them. I for one am proud of him, because he showed courage beyond anything I could have hoped for." He said. He looked over at me and nodded, indicating it was okay for me to leave. I got up and climbed the stairs. I continued to hear them arguing before their voices faded away. I walked to Corey's bedroom door and knocked. 

"Who is it?" I heard Zack say.

"It's me, I'm coming in." I pushed open the door and walked in closing the door behind me. Corey lay on his old bed, arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling. Zack sat in a chair beside the bed, tossing a baseball in the air, before catching it.

"Is it bad?" Zack asked. 

"Your parents are arguing right now. Let's just say they have different opinions on the matter." I sat down on the end of his bed looking over at Corey. "You okay?"

"I think so." 

"You know we're here for you right?" Zack said. 

"Thanks bro. You are like the best brother I could ever have." He said.

"Yeah yeah don't get mushy on me. I'm gonna head back to my room. Let you two talk." He said, tossing the baseball at Corey and exiting the room. "Can't say I didn't expect it." Corey said. I knew he was talking about the bad reaction from his mother.

"Look at the bright side, at least your dad and brother are okay with it." I tried looking on the positive side.

"Yeah. I thought he would be the one that would be mad, not my mom. He took me to my first ball game, you know. I can't remember it but he told me I caught this ball here." He said, motioning to me the baseball in his hand. "Always told me that when he was younger, he wanted to be a professional baseball player and in some way I knew he wanted me to maybe follow his dream, but baseball wasn't really my thing. I remember telling him after baseball practice once that I didn't want to continue, and I could still remember seeing that flicker of sadness in his eyes. But still he told me he wouldn't force it upon me."

"What about your brother? He doesn't like baseball either?" I asked.

He chuckled. "Zack was never a sporty person. He likes computers and technology, which was probably why he got into video production in the first place." He was about to continue when there was a knock on the door. 

"Can I come in?" His father said, cracking the door open a tad. 

"Yeah." Corey said, sitting up on his bed.




The New Kid Ch. 05



"Hey bud...you doing alright?" Mr Hanson said, sitting in Zack's recently vacated seat. 

"Yeah dad." Corey said, twirling the ball between his fingers. 

"I'm surprised you still keep that." Corey looked at his father, but didn't say anything. "Look son, I still love you. Doesn't matter who you wanna be or who you wanna love, you are and will always be my son. Give your mother some time. She'll come around."

"I'm sorry dad." Corey muttered.

"Don't say that. You have nothing to be sorry about." Mr Hanson looked at the ball in Corey's hand before continuing, "And I'm sorry, if I ever made you feel like I was trying to live my dream through you. I'm so very proud of you, for knowing who you are and striving to be who you want to be." He said, going over and hugging Corey.

"Love you dad." They broke apart and his father sat there with a hand on his son's shoulder.

"I don't suppose you guys are staying the night." He asked.

"I think mom's head will explode if we were to stay. We're heading off soon." Corey said, getting off the bed.

"Hmm. I'll see you out. You mom's in her room, I don't think she wants to come out." Corey sighed and left the room. We walked down the hallway, Mr Hanson knocking on Zack's door along the way, through which he stepped out. The four of us headed down before stopping at the front door.

"So I'll see you guys." Corey said, giving a final hug to his relatives. "Tell mom I love her."

"She knows." His father answered. With that, he pulled Corey to the living room, probably to talk to him in private.

"Here." Zack said, holding out something to me. I took it and looked at the phone in my hand. "Give me your number. Maybe we can hang sometimes. All three of us." He said. I nodded and typed my number into the phone and handed it back to him. "I'll text you mine."

At that moment, Corey came back from his chat with his dad. "Shall we?" I nodded and we proceeded to open the door. He exited and walked to the car. I was following him when his father stopped me. "Well it was nice to meet you Kyle." He said, patting me on my shoulder.

"You too sir." 

"Give him time. I know it may be frustrating but don't give up on him. Okay?" His dad said. Once again my respect, which was already pretty high for Mr Hanson, increased.

"I don't plan to."



The New Kid Ch. 06



I drove down the road, heading home, my first time driving in a long time. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw the black Porche following behind. I finally got around to getting a vehicle of my own. It wasn't so much a car but a truck, dark blue. Initially my mind was set of getting a nice car, but when I saw the truck I couldn't say no. I mean, it just screamed 'get me' and that's what I did. It was a second-hand but had very few miles on it. According to the salesman, the previous owner bought it on impulse, and sold it soon after. 

I pulled into my driveway, Corey parking behind me. I got out and looked over my new toy. Corey came over and rests an arm on my shoulder. "Didn't imagine you getting a truck." 

"Yeah me neither, but I love it." I said.

"Does this mean I don't take you to school anymore?" He said, pouting his lips.

"C'mon, you live on campus. It's crazy for you to come here just to get me, only to go back to school. Waste of gas." I said. 

"I'll waste all the gas in the world to spend more time with you." He said, giving me a toothy grin.

"Sweet but no..." I said, turning around and headed for my front door. I went in and Corey came in after me. It had been a week since Corey told his family and his mom had yet to speak to Corey. 

"You and Zack seem to be talking a lot." He said, pulling me into a hug.

"Not talking so much as texting but yeah. He's pretty cool." I said, prying myself out of his arms.

"You are not going after my brother are you?" He smirked, pulling me back into his arms, spinning me around so my face was to his. I raised an eyebrow at his comment and he laughed. "Kidding. But I'm happy that my boyfriend can get along with my family." I wanted to retort saying that his mom probably didn't like me but I refrained, not wanting to make him sad about his mother.

"I'm going for a dip in the pool. It's hot today." I said, kissing him and attempted to get out of his grip, but he wouldn't budge. "C'mon dude I need to change." He simply smiled and slid one hand under my shirt. My hair stood as his hands ran slowly over my skin. He pulled my shirt off, tossing it on the floor before attacking my lips with his. I closed my eyes, opening my mouth to let his tongue in. I felt him slowly push me back, but I didn't resist. I heard the kitchen door slide open and my feet touch the wood of the back porch, our lips never parting. 

He broke off. I was about to question when he bent down and unbuckled my pants sliding them off together with my underwear. I attempted to pull them back up, knowing that we were outside and it would be a little inappropriate if a neighbour saw us. He swatted my hand away.

"What are you doing?" I questioned. Seeing him remove his clothing as well.

"What you said. We're going swimming." He said. Before I could process what he said, he picked me up and ran for the pool, jumping in. The cool water engulfed me, the water rushing into my nose made me feel like I was drowning for a moment. I found my sense of direction and headed for the surface of the water, taking a deep breath when I broke the surface. Corey emerged, laughing. I splashed water at him, but all he did was smile and swim over to me. "You don't need to change to swim in your own house." He whispered, lightly biting my shoulder. I wanted to say something but the only sound that came out was a moan, brought about by the amount of skin-to-skin contact.

I wrapped my arms around him, running it up and down his back. He turned his attention from my shoulder to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe. I felt myself getting hard, my dick poking him in the thigh. He claimed my mouth with his tongue once again, sucking on mine at the same time. By now he was rock hard, his dick standing at attention, pointing almost vertical. He thrust his hips forward, rubbing his hard on against mine. I moaned into our interconnected mouths. 

I was being pushed back, until I felt my back contact the cold wall of the pool. I moved an arm around his neck, deepening the kiss. My other hand travelled down and grabbed both our cocks, rubbing them against each other, making him moan with pleasure. He broke the kiss, travelling down until he found my nipple, which was just under the water. He bit it lightly, eliciting a hiss from my lips. I ran a hand through his wet hair, encouraging him to continue. My right hand around his dick started moving faster out of it's own accord.

He abandoned my chest, his hands moving to my waist, raising me out of the water and onto the edge of the pool. He sucked one of my balls into his mouth lightly sucking before it popped out of his mouth. He licked my dick from the base all the way up to the head. My hands, which were holding my upper body up, wobbled as his tongue circled my head. He took me into his mouth, engulfing me in warmth. My elbows buckled making me fall backward onto the floor, legs hanging over the side of the pool. As he continued his exploration of my member, I felt my body turning to jelly, a common occurrence whenever I received a blowjob from him. I felt cold water drip over my stomach and I opened my eyes. He had climbed out of the pool and was now straddling me, returning his lips to mine. I bit his lower lip, making him moan into my mouth.

"I want you." I muttered wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Ditto." He replied, continuing kissing me. I figured I wasn't specific enough.

"I want you in me." At this he stopped, looking deep into my eyes. We hadn't gone further than blowjobs so far and I guess he was taken back a little bit by my statement.

"Sure?" He asked.

"More sure than anything." I said. He smiled, lowering his head to continue his kissing. I felt him stand and pull me to my feet. He put a hand on my thigh, signalling me to wrap them around him, which I obliged. He headed back into the house, leaving our clothes on the back porch. I was thankful most of the water on our bodies had dripped off as he carried me to the bedroom. Once inside, he fell onto the bed, me pinned under him. 

"Do you have condoms?" he asked. I nodded, pointing to the side drawer. I had gotten some condoms and lube in the event that this would happen. He extracted the amenities, holding them in his hands, apprehension on his face. 

"I'll guide you through it." I said, putting a hand on his face. He waited a second before putting his hand over mine, holding it to his face. The warmth of our combined bodies was soothing. I took the bottle of lube from him and squirted a liberal amount of it into his hand, rubbing it over his fingers, spreading my legs at the same time. He took the cue, taking a lubed finger and rubbing it around the puckered hole. Slowly he inserted one finger, twisting it around. When he noticed I was alright, he added another finger, my face scrunching from the stretch. 

"You okay? I can pull out." He said, fingers already retracting.

"No." I stopped him. "Just been a while. Just give me a moment to adjust." I said. He kept his fingers still, not daring to move. I nodded, indicating it was fine for him to move. He pushed in again, more slowly now, not wanting to hurt me. I moaned and he added another finger. It slid in without difficulty, my body now more relaxed. "Now Corey. I can't stand it anymore."

He took his fingers out and grabbed the condom. He tried ripping the wrapper off but his fingers, slippery from the lube, made it very difficult. I took the wrapper from him and tore it open, handing it to him. He smiled sheepishly and slowly rolled it onto his dick. I took the liberty to pour some lube onto my hand, coating his dick with it. I guided him to my hole, positioning it at the entrance, my legs pulled up to my chest. He pushed very slightly, hesitating. I used my leg to try to get him to use more strength, urging him on. He pushed harder, pressure building up around the area. Finally, the head popped in and I let out an involuntary gasp. Once again he tried to pull out but I held him there with my legs. 

"Don't pull out." I said, closing my eyes, trying to relax my body. He obeyed, staying put. The pain subsided and I let out the breath I was holding. My facial features relaxed but he still kept still. "You can move. Slowly." I said. He pushed and I pushed out, allowing him to slide in. He took his time, clearly a little nervous. I chuckled at his innocence. 

"Sorry." He muttered. I opened my eyes and looked at his face, raising an eyebrow. 

"For?" I asked, confused,

"You chuckled. That must mean..." Once again I chuckled. He thought he was bad in bed?

"It's not that. You are just too cute, I couldn't help chuckling." I said, squeezing my ass. He didn't expect that, his mouth opening in pleasure. "Like that?"

"Keep doing that and I won't last long." He said, breaths coming out in rapid bursts.

"Move then." I said, putting the lubed hand on my own stiffy and rubbed slowly. He tentatively moved his hips, moving back and forth, sliding in further with every stroke. I moaned, encouraging him to move a little faster, it was kind of torturous how slow he was taking it. I felt his hips touch my thighs, knowing that he was all the way in. He stopped there, making me go crazy. "Corey, faster." I pleaded. He kissed me, not answering my plea. He pushed my hand from my dick, wrapping his fingers around it. He began pumping slowly, his hips moving in time to his hand. I sucked on his tongue, savouring his taste, running my hands all over his chest and back, my body needing as much contact with him as possible. 

His pumping increased in speed and my body shook. Repeatedly he hit my prostate, sending wave after wave of euphoria coursing through my body. My breathing rate increased. All the stimulation was putting me in overload. I tried holding back, not wanting any of this to end, although not very successfully. "I'm gonna cum." I cried as he buried his face in my neck. I could hear his ragged breath in my ear, his pumping increasing in speed. I bit my lip, willing myself some control but a final brush over my button sent me over the edge. I came harder than I ever had, spunk shooting between our bodies, coating out abdomens. With each squirt I squeezed my muscles, driving him over the edge as well. I felt his dick pulsing in my hole as he came, filling the condom. 

After we rode our orgasms, he collapsed onto me, removing his hand from my sensitive member, scooping up wads of cum on his finger and bringing it to his lips, licking it. I was still trying to catch my breath. He kissed me and I could taste myself on his tongue. His deflating cock popped out, he took the condom, tied and tossed it in the wastebasket. 

"That was fucking amazing." I said, taking deep breaths.

"You're telling me. I think I just had a heart attack." He kissed me again. "That was beyond words babe." At the moment I heard that word of endearment, my heart swelled. I knew it right then, although I wasn't going to tell him yet. I was in love. I was in fucking love with Corey Hanson. "How about we clean up and then we can head out for dinner?"

"Sounds good." I said, burying the feelings and getting out of bed, following Corey into the bathroom. We both got in and showered together, caressing each other's bodies as we cleaned ourselves. I kept thinking about my new realization of my feelings for Corey, wondering if he felt the same way, but kept it to myself. 

The rest of the night was strangely very nice. I mean we just went for dinner and came back to watch a movie, something we have done many times before, but this time was different. I don't know if it was my new found feelings for Corey or not but just being around him was bringing me immense joy. I was still smiling when we went to bed, Corey spooning behind me. 

The Sunday morning that followed showed no decrease in my happiness level. Waking up next to Corey was extremely gratifying. I got out of bed, leaving Corey to sleep and headed down to the kitchen. I made a pot of coffee and stood at the counter, thinking. My thought went from moving in together and even went as far as marriage, whether officially or not. I was pretty sure I loved Corey but I still had not idea of the extent of his feelings for me. So I shook the thoughts out of my head, not wanting to get my hopes up. The idea of everything falling apart in the event that he did not share my feelings for him was planted in my brain, and as much as I tried to burry the thought, I knew it was a possibility. My mood did a complete one eighty, going from happy beyond belief to depressed. The thought that I wouldn't wake up next to him made my heart ache.

"Morning babe." I heard Corey say, I looked up only to find him walking into the kitchen. I was so deep in thought that I hadn't heard him come down. 

"Morning." I said, a weak smile playing on my lips. 

"Something wrong?" He said, wrapping me in his arms and looking into my eyes. I looked into his and felt that all this worrying was for nothing. In them I saw nothing but concern and care for me, whether he loved me or not, I couldn't say but he definitely cared for me enough to push my sad thoughts away. I smiled, genuinely this time and shook my head, laying it on his chest, listening to his slow heartbeat. He kissed my head and hugged me tighter. "I'll always be here for you."

We ate breakfast and showered before sitting at the living room, watching TV. I assumed my position, sitting by his side, my head on his shoulder, his arm around my shoulders. After the morning news, my phone vibrated. I picked it off the coffee table and read the text. It was from Zack, "Make sure you guys are decent." I showed the text to Corey who was just as puzzled. I replied, "Why?" and waited for a reply. My phone vibrated again and I opened the text, which read, "Just do it. All will be explained soon enough."

"What do you think this is about?" I asked Corey.

"Who knows? Well he said we'll understand eventually so..." He said. We were already decent so we just waited, returning to watching TV. It was around half and hour later that my doorbell rang. Thinking this was what Zack was referring to I went to answer the door. I don't know what I was expecting but seeing the Hanson Family on front porch was not one of them. 

"Hi Kyle." Mr Hanson said, pulling me into a hug. Behind him stood Mrs Hanson and behind her was Zack, silently signalling that this wasn't his idea. Mrs Hanson gave me a little nod and I returned one. If she was being civil there was no reason I shouldn't be. Mr Hanson let go of me and smiled at me. I was about to ask the question when Corey, who had walked up behind me, beat me to the punch.

"Dad? Mom? What are you guys doing here?" He asked, apparently as clueless as I was.

"We'll explain that soon enough, may we come in?" Mr Hanson asked politely. I shook myself out of my shock and confusion.

"Of course. Come in, come in." I moved out of the way for them to enter my house. I saw Mrs Hanson, scan the area. "Make yourselves comfortable. Would you guys care for a cup of coffee or anything?" I asked.

"That would be great. Thanks Kyle." Mr Hanson said, taking a seat on the couch. 

"How about you Mrs Hanson?" I asked, my question made her stop her perusal of my home, to which she nodded with a small smile. I looked to Zack, "Coffee or soda?" I asked. 

"Soda. Thanks dude." He said, taking seat next to his father. 

"I'll go help." Corey said, following me to the kitchen. Once out of earshot, he turned to me. "Any idea what's going on?" 

"None, I just hope it isn't anything bad. They look pretty happy so here's to hoping." I said, pouring two mugs of coffee while Corey went to the fridge to get a can of soda. We returned to the living room where Mrs Hanson had taken a seat on the right of he husband. Zack, on his father's left was fidgeting with his phone. I handed them their drinks to which they smiled. Corey sat on the armchair adjacent to the couch looking at his parents, me taking a seat on the armrest. 

"So what are you guys doing here?" Corey asked.

"Well, we wanted to talk to you. We went down to your dorm and Scott told us that you had spent the night here. He gave us the address and here we are." Mr Hanson replied nonchalantly.

"Okay but why did you need to come down here. You could have just called." 

"Well your mother figured this would be best for her to say in person and not over the phone." Mr Hanson said, turning his attention to his wife, waiting for her to continue. She took a deep breath and looked at her son, her eyes occasionally shooting glances at me. 

"Okay hun, let me just say this. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry about last week. I didn't want to leave it like we did so I felt I needed to come here to say it." She stopped. There was silence. No one spoke for a minute or so before Mrs Hanson continued. "I want you to know that I respect your decision. I cannot tell you who you are, only you know. I'm sorry if I hurt you with anything I said last week. It was all in the spur of the moment and I don't mean a word of it. All I know is that you are my son regardless of anything." 

The silence returned. Corey broke eye contact with his mother, looking down into his hands between his legs. I saw a tear fall onto the leg of the sweats he was wearing. "Thanks mom." He choked out, holding back the tears. A tear escaped Mrs Hanson eye as well as she stood up and walked over to Corey, throwing her arms around him and holding him tight. 

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you too mom." They held each other for a while longer before they broke apart. Corey wiped away the tears with his sleeve, chuckling as he did so. I put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed lightly. Mrs Hanson looked to me, her eyes still wet with tears.

"I'm sorry Kyle. For everything I said about you and your parents. You're parents raised a good kid, and I had no place to criticize that."

"It's no problem Mrs Hanson. What's happened in the past is history." I said.

"I would love to meet your parents one day." She said, smiling and wiping the tears away.

"Well you can meet my mom eventually if you want but I guess my dad is out of the question." I said, chuckling a little, trying to hide the sadness I felt whenever I mentioned my dad. Mrs Hanson looked to Corey who had apparently given her an explanation wordlessly. She looked at me, an apologetic expression on her face. "It's fine." I said before she could apologize. I excused myself and walked to the kitchen. I looked out the window and sighed.

"You okay?" Corey said, coming up behind me.

"Yeah I just miss him." I said.

"You know he would be proud of you. He would have been so happy that his son turned out to be such an outstanding person." Corey said, putting a consoling hand on my shoulder. I gave a half laugh, not saying anything more. "You sure you're okay babe." He said, resting his head on my shoulder from behind. I smiled and put a hand against his cheek, nodding my answer.

"C'mon." I said, pulling him back to the living room. "So anyone like a tour?" I announced. Sure I missed my dad, but I also had a new source of happiness in my life, one that could make everything better, just by being there.



The New Kid Ch. 07



This chapter deals with switching POVs. The POV will be stated before each section. Hope you enjoy. 

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---ANGELA---

Kyle was a friend that I didn't think I could have gotten. I had plenty of friends from school but none that I felt as close to as Kyle. I mean there was something about him that just made us click. From the day we met, I've felt that he was something of a brother I never had. When he told me he was gay, I was surprised for sure, but it also made me realized that he too felt this connection we had to have him trust me enough with this secret. 

But that was before he started hanging around with that Corey dude. I mean he was a nice guy from what I could tell, but seeing as I wasn't really friends with him I couldn't be sure. When Kyle started hanging around Corey, I got a little suspicious. Corey was a hot guy, denying it would have been pointless. Kyle on the other hand was the shy new kid. Now from what I could piece together, people like Corey and Kyle don't usually hang out much. I was stereotyping but there was some truth to it.

It didn't help that Corey gave Kyle rides a little too many times for it to be simply friendly. I had noticed that Corey lived on campus, which made me a little suspicious when I saw Corey giving Kyle rides to school. I mean it was one thing to send someone home, but getting up early when you live on campus, only to go fetch someone and come back was a little odd to say the least. 

Ever since this friendship between Corey and Kyle started, I have never had a weekend to spend with Kyle. The first couple of weeks we hung out during the weekends, me showing him around town and what not. But his weekends have mysteriously been full ever since they started hanging out.

I had suspected that Kyle and Corey were dating, but I discredited that because Kyle would have told me about it. Wouldn't he? Not only that but Corey had showed no indications of being gay, and I could've sworn I've seen him flirting a little with a couple of girls before. I tried to think of other possibilities but nothing came to me. There was the possibility that Corey was in the closet though. In which case I felt a sudden feeling of protection for Kyle. If he was indeed in the closet, I wondered how Kyle felt about it. It must be horrible to have a secret relationship. 

It was a Friday and I was going to try to hang with Kyle that weekend. After class that day I managed to catch up with him in the hallway. He was heading out to the car park, I assumed on his way home. Fortunately for me he was alone that time, Corey nowhere to be seen. I ran up to him, calling his name. He turned when he heard me and gave a warm smile.

"Hey Angie." He greeted.

"Hey. I was wondering if you were free tomorrow. Perhaps we could hang out or something. Catch a movie maybe?" I suggested.

"Oh I would love that." For a moment I thought it was an acceptance of my invitation. "But unfortunately, I already have other plans this weekend." I would say I was a little disappointed if not for the fact that I was expecting that reply.

"Oh, well some other time then." I said, turning and about to walk away.

"How about next week?" He called out. "You free on Monday? Next weekend is fine if you want too." He said and I smiled.

"Monday's great. See you after class then." With that he turned and headed back to his truck. I, on the other hand headed to the library to do a little research on a paper I was doing. After so long Kyle and I were going to hang out again, something that I had been wanting to do for so long and I admit that I was happy about it.

After about an hour of scanning books and the Internet in the hopes of finding some material to use, I decided to call it a day and head off. I lived on campus so I headed towards the dorms. I was crossing the car park when I saw Corey stepping into his car. A part of me wanted to go over and talk to him, find out what his relationship with Kyle was, but the other part didn't feel good meddling with Kyle's personal life. Eventually curiosity got the better of me and I found myself making my way over to his car, peering in slightly. Corey was in the process of opening a letter but I startled him by knocking on his window. He looked at me and confusion graced his expression. We didn't talk, so it would have been kind of strange for me to initiate a conversation with him.

He wound down his window, his hand still on the letter that he was about to read. "Hi Angela, is there something you needed?" 

I imagine this thing going wrong and Kyle getting mad at me for this and for a moment thought about playing it off as a mistake. I took a deep breath and decided that I was doing this, no turning back now. "We need to talk, can I get in?" I asked. He raised an eyebrow but nodded his response. I walked over to the passenger side and got in. He threw the letter he was holding onto the dashboard, probably opting to read it later. As he did the paper unfolded just a little that I could see a table printed on it. One line in particular caught my eye. In capitalized letters spelt, 'HIV'. Realization dawned on me. He had gotten himself tested.

---COREY---

I had gone and gotten myself tested a few weeks ago when I felt myself growing closer to Kyle. Even though I wanted to takes things a step at a time, I couldn't deny that Kyle was slowly becoming a really big and important part in my life and getting tested was just another step I needed to take. It was just a precaution though. Before Kyle I had never been with anyone so chances were pretty good that I was clean, although I had to be sure. I had barely opened the letter when Angela came over asking to talk to me. I found that a little strange but decided on the polite thing and let her in. I did hope that it would be quick though as I was meeting Kyle that night. He had left earlier when I still had class and we decided to just meet up at his place afterwards. So after class I went to pack a few stuff and that's when found the letter. Scott was in the room so I decided to open it in the privacy of my car, or so I thought.

Angela got in and I decided that my test results could wait, throwing the piece of paper onto my dashboard. I looked to Angela and could see her eyes trained onto the letter sitting in front of me. I coughed to get her attention, which she did with a shake of her head. She remained silent though; not saying anything but just stared at me. Saying that I got a little uncomfortable under her gaze was an understatement. "Um...so...you wanted to talk to me?" I asked.

"Oh uh right." She stammered. She looked at her hands, thinking about what to say. "Nice car by the way." She said. I knew she was stalling now. I replied a thanks but waited for her to continue. "So it must be pretty serious huh, if you wanted to get tested. Does Kyle know?" She said. The blood drained from my face. How the hell did she know? Her eyes trained on the letter. "May I?" She asked, her hand stopping midway to the letter. I was so shocked I couldn't say anything. She took my silence as consent and grabbed the letter, scanning through it. After a silent twenty seconds, she finally spoke. "You're clean."

I would have felt relief but my shock overrode any other emotion I could feel at that moment. She placed the letter back on the dash. "Look Corey, Kyle is my best friend, almost like a brother to me, and I would really hate to see him get hurt." Her statement knocked me out of my stupor, finally finding my voice.

"I would never hurt him." I said defensively. I knew that I couldn't promise that but in terms of hurting him intentionally I wouldn't.

"You would think that, but don't you think you're hurting him right now?" She asked. I didn't get her. He wasn't even with me at the moment, how could I hurt him. Hell I was just about to go see him until she wanted to talk to me. "You're in the closet and I respect that, but don't you think Kyle deserves better. Don't you think he deserves someone whom he doesn't have to hide?" What she said brought back my insecurities about our secret relationship. I didn't want to hide our relationship and I was genuinely trying to come out to more people but I needed time. "I'm not trying to be pessimistic here but realistic. The world isn't all sunshine and rainbows. You should know that being gay is not the easiest thing in the world."

"Why are you telling me all this?" I asked. I didn't like where this conversation was headed. I could feel the doubt in my relationship with Kyle rising with each word she said.

"Why? Because you need to know if you think this is worth it. Is Kyle worth the extra hardship." In my heart I knew the answer was yes. Kyle had made me happier than I had ever been in my entirely life, but my head kept trying to weigh the pros and cons. "Because I want to know if you are willing to come out for Kyle, to make sure he has the kind of relationship that he deserves. I want to know if you think that a gay relationship is worth it and if Kyle worth it." She said. At this point I was silent. I didn't know what to say. My thoughts were racing and every one of them in conflict over this matter. I was willing to come out for Kyle, that's what I've been doing wasn't it, but I knew that I wasn't giving him the relationship that he deserves. My parents and friends were one thing but could I really go to school and just say that I was gay. "Just think about it." She said, opening the door and leaving the car, leaving me with alone with my thoughts. 

I think it was ten minutes before I moved. I had come to a decision of what I had to do. I just hope to god that it was the right thing.

---KYLE---

I made my way back home, happy that I finally made plans with Angela again. I mean she was the first friend I made since moving and I do admit that I hadn't been spending enough time with her. I was just glad she initiated it and we had a 'date' set the following Monday. But the thing that made me the happiest was the thought of my upcoming weekend with Corey. 

When I pulled into my driveway, I went to get my letters. I scanned the various envelopes, a couple of bills and few adverts and one that I had been waiting for. I went into my house and tossed the other letters onto my coffee table. What I held in my hands were my STD test results. The weeks that passed had really instilled in me the fact that I was seriously in love with Corey. More so than anyone I'd ever been with. I opened the letter and scanned through the contents and let out the breath I was holding when everything came back negative. 

It was that moment, holding that piece of paper in my hand that I decided that day was it. That day was the day that I was going to tell Corey the extent of my feelings for him. I was falling hard for him, and prolonging it would have only made the outcome all the more painful if it didn't turn out the way I hoped. I needed to take that chance and hope for the best. I placed the letter on the coffee table and smiled to myself. Truth be told, as we spent more time together, I had an inkling that Corey did share my feelings. He has gone above and beyond what I would have expected of him. In the 3 months that we were together, he had gone from being in the closet, to coming out to his best friend and his family, to which I couldn't help but feel proud of him.  

The more I thought about his sweet actions, like when Mrs Kent came over that first time and saw him, how direct he was about our relationship, the more it quelled any worries that I had. With each passing minute my smile grew bigger.

My phone gave out a short chime, indicating a new text. I whipped out my phone and looked and saw that it was a text from Corey. I opened it and looked at what was typed, "Hey, not coming over tonight." I was disappointed to say the least, wanting to talk to him about us but there would have been other times. I typed my response, "That's fine. You're coming over tomorrow then?" I waited for a reply and what I read completely removed the smile from my face.

The text read, "No. Not on Sunday either. Kyle I think that we should take a break from each other. I'm sorry." I read the text once, twice, three times before the message sank in. He was breaking up with me. My mind went blank. What the fuck did I do? Immediately blaming myself. I finally shook my thoughts away and had the common sense to call him. I waited for the ringing but his phone had been turned off. I tried again but to no avail. I was freaking out. This wasn't supposed to happen. I would have been prepared if this happened after I told him I loved him but not like this. Not without me saying anything. 

I thought about the next best person to call. Zack. Maybe he could tell me something. I search through my contacts and came upon Zack's number. I was about to press the dial button when my phone started ringing. On the screen showed Zack's name and it only made me more worried.

"Zack, I was just about to call you. Please tell me you know more about this than I do." I said, panic in my voice. I wasn't even sure if he knew anything about it or was it just coincidence that he called.

"Kyle, what happened? Did you guys fight or something?"

"No he just broke up with me, over text." I said, I felt my voice crack and fought back the tears.

"Shit! He texted me saying that he wouldn't be contactable for sometime and that you were probably gonna call and told us not to worry about him. I knew something was up so I tried calling him but he turned off his phone, so I called you instead, but I didn't expect him to break up with you. Shit what the fuck is wrong with him?"

"I don't know Zack." I said putting my palm over my face. The initial panic of the situation was starting to subside and I figured that it's just Corey going through something and if he was, I wasn't going to push him. "Just give him some time to think, he'll come around eventually, I hope."

"You okay? This isn't like him. He's probably going through something right now." 

"I really hope so Zack."

"Yeah well, I better go tell my parents. Call me if you hear anything from him." Zack said.

"Yeah, you do the same. Bye." I hung up and leaned back into the sofa and looked to the ceiling. This whole thing made no sense. I tried thinking of reasons for his actions but nothing came to mind. Could it have been the pressures of our relationship? I knew he had problems about keeping this a secret, but I had always told him to take his time, kept reassuring him that I was perfectly happy the way things were progressing, which I genuinely was. I looked at my phone again. It was probably useless but I dialled Corey's number once again. When the call went to voicemail I spoke in as calm a voice as I could manage. "Hey, if you have something on your mind and you want to talk about it, call me. I'm here." I said. I tried to keep as much affection out of it, seeing that it could have been the problem. Right now I was just going to offer him a friend. Friend. Then it hit me. Maybe Scott knew something.

I search for his number and hit dial. It rang a couple of times before he answered. "Hey Kyle."

"Scott did Corey say anything to you recently?" I asked.

"No, last I saw him he was packing and headed for your place. He left around half an hour ago, shouldn't he be there by now?" Scott asked.

"No and he isn't going to be. He just broke up with me." I heard Scott choke over the phone. He must have been drinking something because he started coughing before he spoke again.

"He did what?" I wasn't about to repeat it. Saying it only made me worry more. "Shit did he explain anything? What did he say when he called?"

I felt a pang in my chest. My eyes started to water. I probably wouldn't have felt so distraught if he had actually called instead of texting me. "He didn't." was all I managed to choke out.

"Oh...Dude you need me to come over or something?" He said, probably understanding what I meant.

"Nah thanks anyway. I think I need to be alone for a while."

"Okay but just call if you need anything okay?" 

"Yeah thanks Scott." I hung up, taking a deep breath to stop the tears from flowing. I felt like calling Angela but I knew I couldn't. Angela didn't know Corey was gay and even in the state that I was in, I couldn't out him like that. I took another deep breath, got up and walked to the kitchen to get myself a cup of water. I downed a whole glass and looked to my watch. It was barely 8 but I wanted to head to bed. I dragged myself to my bedroom and threw myself onto the sheets. I pulled the duvet over myself, the warmth reminding me of Corey's warmth whenever he snuggled with me. I kicked the thought from my head as a single tear escaped my eyes. I closed them, hoping that this had all been a dream and I would wake up after a good sleep. I was lying to myself though, the pain I felt was too real for it to be a dream and I knew it.



The New Kid Ch. 08



By the time I woke up, it was Saturday afternoon. Even after staying in bed for close to 16 hours, I was still exhausted. The sleep I had wasn't a restful one, with me waking up every hour or so, only to be reminded that whatever happened the previous night was no dream. I felt the cold bed beside me, wishing that Corey were in its place. I got out of bed, telling myself that moping around was only going to make me feel worse. I would get through this and Corey would be nothing more than a face of my past; at least that's what I kept telling myself. On more than one occasion I had the urge to call him, just to see if his phone was turned on but I resisted. I stayed home all day, going about my usual stuff, pretending to myself that I was fine. 

Scott and Zack both called me and I acted cheerful enough, not letting on how hurt I was. Scott stopped by later that evening, bringing a pizza along with him. We talked as we ate and I could see the sympathetic look in his eyes but I ignored it acting like nothing had happened the previous night. 

"You know he's just being crazy now right?" He asked, clearly wanting to say that for some time since he arrived. I sighed and shook my head. I didn't want to talk about him at that moment. Scott sighed and kept quiet for the rest of the time as we watched TV. I would at least say that his company was a huge comfort. It reminded me that even if things between Corey and I weren't how I hoped would turn out, the world would go on. When it was 9 Scott took his leave. "Take care Kyle." He said and I gave him a small smile. I watched as his car pulled away and I crashed back on my couch looking at my phone, the urge to call again clawing at my insides but I shook my head once again. I would talk to him in school on Monday I told myself. 

Sunday came and went much the same as Saturday. I kept myself busy and Scott dropped by that evening. He stayed away from any Corey related topics though, which I appreciated. 

Monday rolled around and I honestly thought that I was okay now. I would talk to Corey, reassure him of anything he was unsure of and if he still wanted to break things off after that I wasn't going to stop him. I went to school, knowing that I would finally be able to see Corey. We had a class together that day so he couldn't avoid me even if he tried. Unfortunately, that class was the last of the day. I went to my classes and kept an eye out for Corey, walking down a hall or something but I never saw him. The optimism I felt that morning was slowly seeping away. When time came for my last class of the day, I stopped outside the room and took a deep breath before stepping in. I scanned the faces in the room but didn't see the one I wanted to. The last drop of hope I felt evaporated right there. I sighed and took my seat at the back of the class. I kept waiting, wishing that Corey would walk through the door and apologize to the professor that he was late but he never did.

After class I wanted to just go home and crawl into bed again, to once again think about what might have gone wrong. It was then that I knew why this was affecting me so much. I loved Corey and I knew I would be feeling some sort of sadness to our break up but what was eating me up the most was the lack of closure. I just needed some explanation and I wouldn't be beating myself up so much. It's the same reason I was so hopeful for the day because it was the day that I would get my answers, that closure that I so desperately sought. I was almost to my truck when I heard a familiar voice.

"Kyle!" My mind was so out of it I couldn't place the voice, but at the back of my mind I wished it were Corey's. I turned a little too excitedly and realized that it was Angela. I cursed myself for getting my hopes up.

"Hey Angela. What's up?" I asked.

"What's up? Didn't we agree to hang out today?" She said. 

"Oh shit, I completely forgot." I ran a hand over my face. I didn't really feel like doing anything in my current state but I knew I owed Angela better than that.

"Hey you okay? We can reschedule if you want." She said.

"Nah I'm fine. C'mon let's grab something to eat in town. How about that French restaurant in the mall?" I asked, unlocking my truck.

"Sounds good, I'll just go grab my car so you don't have to come back here later." I nodded and hopped into my truck. I was glad Angela was driving as it gave me more time to myself. Time where I wouldn't have to pretend I was fine. I drove to town and headed for the mall, parking my truck in a lot. The mall was quiet today, which was the first good thing to happen all day. I waited for Angela outside the restaurant for a couple of minutes before she appeared. "Shall we?" I nodded and went to the restaurant.

After the waiter brought us to a booth he left us with the menu and left. I looked at the menu even though I wasn't really hungry. I decided on a small salad and waited while Angela decided her order. She asked me of my opinion of what she should eat but I simply shrugged my shoulders, after which I knew I was acting a little too down on myself. I seriously made an effort to keep myself cheerful although it did come off as fake a couple of times. Angela must have noticed too because after dinner she asked me, "Is something bothering you Kyle?"

"No why do you ask?" I lied.

"You just...seem really down. You didn't talk much throughout dinner." 

I shrugged my shoulders. "So you wanna catch a movie or something?" I asked, trying to change the subject. Angela looked at me with concern but I ignored it. 

She sighed. "How about we rent a movie and head on over to your place?" She suggested. I nodded; glad that I could at least go home, even if Angela was there too. We headed over to the video store and I let her pick out the show, seeing that I was pretty sure I couldn't pay much attention to it if I tried. To my dismay she got a romance comedy. Just what I didn't need, being reminded of my failed relationship and having to pretend to laugh along. We headed back over to my place, Angela trailing in her red sedan behind me as I drove the familiar road home. 

When we arrived at my place, I let her in, asking her to get the movie playing while I got us some snacks and drinks. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a few packets of potato chips, avoiding the one Corey had bought for himself. I got a couple of sodas out of the fridge and carried them to the living room. Angela was seated on the couch, the movie had just started and she had her legs crossed underneath herself. I walked over and laid the snacks of the coffee table, which was a complete mess with letters and magazines strewn everywhere. I was however, in no mood to tidy up. I sat down on the couch, put my feet up onto the table and tried to pay attention to the movie but my mind kept wandering to Corey and his absence. 

I heard Angela laugh beside me and realized a joke was just said in the movie and I faked a chuckle to make it seem like I was paying attention. I guess I wasn't really convincing since Angela looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. I acted like I didn't notice and kept my eyes on the screen. A few seconds passed before she turned her attention back to the movie, or so I thought. "So I didn't see Corey today?" She asked. I tensed. I didn't want to talk about him, especially when Angela didn't even really know of our relationship. 

"So?" I replied, pretending that it wasn't a big deal. Angela opened her mouth and looked like she wanted to say something but she didn't say a thing. "I need to use the bathroom." I said and left for the bathroom, leaving Angela to herself. I locked the bathroom door and leaned over the sink. I needed to pull myself together. With how I was acting, it's no wonder Angela was getting worried, possibly even suspicious. I mean why did she bring Corey up? Does she know? I shook the thoughts away and splashed cold water on my face. I exited and headed back to the living room. Angela was no longer in her previous position; her feet were planted on the floor and her elbows resting on her thighs. As I walked around her I saw that she was reading something in her hand. My eyes widened as I realized what she was reading.

"What are you doing!?" I shouted snatching my test results out from her hands, regretting that I hadn't tidied up when I had the chance. I glared at Angela as she blushed. I mean it wasn't like this was anything I would have minded her seeing but I was a little pissed that she went through my mail. Angela sat there, looking at her hands where the letter used to be. I tossed the letter onto the table and crashed onto the couch. I didn't want to deal with anymore of this. 

"What happened?" Angela finally asked after what seemed like a long silence. I hadn't even realized that the movie had been paused. 

"What are you talking about?" I asked, exasperation in my tone.

"Corey. I know you two are dating. Don't bother denying it. It's clear you are distraught about something so just tell me." She said. I was shocked. I didn't know if she really did know or was this just some plot of hers to get me to admit it. I figured the former was the truth because I didn't think Angela would go to such lengths just to get me to say it.

"How did you know?" I asked, closing my eyes, feeling some of my anger waning.

"It's not too hard to figure out to be honest. So are you gonna tell me what's bothering you or not?" She asked. I might as well tell her the truth.

"Corey broke up with me, last Friday." I said, my voiced wavering a little bit as I fought for control of my emotions. Angela stayed quiet for a minute, making me wonder what she was thinking about.

"Maybe it's for the best? I don't know Kyle. You shouldn't be beating yourself up so much about this." She said. Anger rose up in me.

"You think I don't know that? You think I want to feel this torn up about this? If I had a choice I would want this to be nothing more than a short casual thing. But it's not okay. I wish I didn't love him, but I do. I fucking love him, and my heart feels like it's been ripped out." I shouted. Angela looked slightly taken aback by my temper but quickly changed her expression. Her eyes glanced back at the letter I threw on the table.

"Does he know?" She asked.

"About what?"

"About everything. That you love him, that you went to get tested." I shook my head. "I'm so sorry Kyle." She apologized, I didn't know what for.

"For what? It wasn't your fault Corey broke up with me." I chuckled, one that had no humour in it but was laced with sadness and malice.

"Yes it was." I sat upright.

"What are you talking about? How could you..." I was cut off by Angela.

"Last Friday, I went to talk to Corey. I had a feeling you two were dating but I needed to be sure. When I questioned him, he didn't deny that you were dating. I got protective of you Kyle. You know I think of you like a brother." She said, I was trying to process everything but there were still the gaps in the story that didn't explain anything. I was about to ask when Angela continued. "Well I could tell that Corey wasn't out, so I told him that you deserved better than a secret relationship."

"You what!?" I shouted, getting onto my feet. I was frustrated to say the least. "Why would you do that? Oh my god that's why he did it." It was all coming to me as I started to pace my living room. Angela had made him doubt himself, something I knew he often did in terms of our relationship. "Angela you just screwed everything up. Oh my god why did you have to do that? Of all things you had to say the one thing that he was so insecure about." 

"I'm so sorry Kyle. If I had known your feeling for Corey I wouldn't have done it, but...I was only looking out for you." She said. 

I was fuming. "Maybe you shouldn't. I can handle things myself." The regret showed on Angela's face. She looked away from me and trained her eyes back on her hands. I could tell she was sorry for what she had done.

I wanted so badly to be angry with Angela. I was of course, but I knew Angela had the best intentions at heart. Also I learnt from my friendship with Angela that I couldn't stay angry with her for long. Even then I could feel my anger seeping away as I looked at her sorry face. I sighed and sat back down. We both stayed in silence for a good ten minutes. I looked to the TV and saw the paused movie. I reached for the remote and pressed play. Angela looked at me, puzzled.

"We should finish the movie." I deadpanned.

"I'm really sorry Kyle. I would totally understand if you hate me." She said, making me sigh once again.

"I don't hate you. I'm still peeved with you but I understand where you're coming from." 

"I swear I'll try to fix this. It' the only way to make it up to you." She said, making me laugh cynically.

"Well I'd love to see you try. I don't even know where he is and I can't contact him, so I appreciate the offer but I think you can't do much." Angela didn't say anything in return and kept quiet turning back to the movie. Now that I knew why Corey had broken up with me, I wasn't so torn anymore. I was however, more determined to reach him. I needed to tell him that everything Angela said is not important because I wasn't going anywhere. I looked at my phone sitting on the table but decided that it could wait till after Angela left. I didn't know when I fell asleep but it was an hour later when Angela shook me awake. I looked at the TV and realized the movie was over.

"Hey Kyle, I'm heading off." She said, hovering over my half asleep state.

"Oh yeah sure." I said, getting up and stretching a little.

"Again I'm sorry and I will swear I will make this right, even if I die trying." She said as she walked to the door.

"Yeah sure Angela. Bye." I said as she opened the door and left. I heard her car start and make it's way away from my house. I picked up my phone and dialled Corey's number. Once again it went to voicemail, which I wasn't really surprised. "Hey Corey, Angela told me what happened. I need to tell you that whatever she said isn't true. You know I would have waited for you. Hell I told you I would have waited a year when we first got together. Just call me when you get this. I miss you. Bye." I said, ending the call. I hoped that he would get that message and call me as soon as possible.

I got ready for bed and for once since Friday, I didn't fall asleep wishing that I didn't have to wake up the next day. I got a good enough sleep that night, a good thing seeing that I had to really try to get Corey back at all costs. After getting ready that morning I knew I had to call Zack at least. We said we would tell each other if we found out anything and I felt obligated to tell him. I dialled his number and waited for an answer. 

"Hello?" Zack whispered, barely audible.

"Zack?"

"Dude I'm in class now. Can I call you back?" He whispered. It had completely slipped my mind that he should have been in class.

"Oh sorry. Yeah sure." I said and hung up. I contemplated just texted him the details but thought against it. I sat in my kitchen, holding a cup of coffee in my hand. It was a quarter to 10 and I needed to be heading to school soon. I downed the rest of my coffee, grabbed my stuff and headed out the door. I was a little early but I thought I would give Scott a visit. I wasn't even sure if he was in. I stopped outside the dorms and headed towards his room. I knocked, waiting for a reply. There wasn't any so I tried once more, just for good measure. Still no response so I figured he wasn't in. I turned just as the door opened and there stood Scoot, hair a mess from sleep. 

"Oh hey dude." He said, rubbing his eyes. "What are you doing here?" He moved aside and allowed me to enter. I looked over at the made sheets of Corey's bed and immediately started to miss him again. I sat down on it and ran my hand over the smooth cotton.

"Just thought I'd drop by. I have some news about Corey." At the mention of the name, Scott's eyes shot open, alert immediately.

"No way. What did you find out?" He asked, taking a seat on his bed across from me.

"Well I found out that Angela knew about our relationship, and she kinda told Corey some things?" I started

"Wait. Who's Angela?" He asked. I forgot that Scott didn't know who Angela was seeing that we didn't share any classes.

"She's my friend but we didn't tell her about our relationship. So anyway, she said some things that probably made Corey doubt our relationship. So he left. That's as much as I can gather. I mean I don't really know his perspective on the matter."

"Hmm. Well I guess that's something you have to ask him about then, that is if he shows up. He's been pretty much M.I.A. but you probably already knew that. So this Angela, you mad at her?" He asked.

"Well yeah a little but I understand why she did it. She's sorry and she can't change what's already happened. Besides, she didn't ask Corey to leave. She just nudged him a little. He made the decision himself." I said.

"So you're angry with him then." Scott deadpanned. What he said struck me. I was angry with Corey.

"Well a little. I mean just leaving? That's a little cold don't you think. He could've talked to me, or you. Hell he could've even talk to his family. He isn't exactly a closet case anymore if you think about it." I said. Scott chuckled. 

"Yeah well, he'll show up eventually. Then you can give him a piece of your mind. I'll sure as hell be giving him one. I always thought Corey was smart but this is just about the stupidest thing he's ever done." I laughed.

"I still miss him though." I said, placing his pillow on my lap and running my hands over it.

"And I'm sure he's missing you. I never told either of you this but I could tell that whenever you two were together, that you guys were happy."

"More than I have ever felt..." I said.



The New Kid Ch. 09



The concluding chapter to this story. Hope you guys enjoyed the series and please leave some feedback on what you thought. 

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Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursdays passed without any sign of Corey. That Tuesday afternoon, Zack called and I told him what I knew. I tried calling Corey twice a day those three days, but they all went to voicemail. By Friday morning I was a little disheartened. How long would Corey be gone? I kept thinking that I was never going to see him again, but I knew that that was just the pessimism talking. 

The bell rang, signalling the end of period. I packed up my stuff and headed for the cafeteria. It was lunch and I was starving from missing dinner the previous night. I bought myself a couple of sandwiches before heading for the courtyard. It was a sunny day, not a cloud in the sky and perfect weather to have lunch outside. Upon reaching the courtyard, I realized I wasn't the only one with the same idea. The various benches were already full with students. Some sat underneath those big umbrellas while others sat on the grass. I walked to the quietest area near the library. There were still a number of students there but less so than the rest of the courtyard. 

I was just about to sit on the grass when something caught my attention. My heart skipped a beat and my breathing stopped. All I could do was stand, staring across the grass to the person standing there. Part of me wanted to run to him, wrapping him in my arms and never letting go. The other part wanted to slap him across the face and wipe that smile off. How could he be smiling when he just disappeared for a week? My conflicting emotions made me stand rooted to the spot. 

He approached me, a little faster than I expected. When he was a couple of feet away I expected him to stop. "What were you thinking runni..." I was cut off with him crashing his lips into mine. The feeling of déjà vu came over me, remembering our first kiss together. My eyes were wide open but he had his closed shut. I looked around and noticed some people around staring at us. I finally came to enough sense to push him away. "What are you doing? There are people around!" I whisper shouted. 

"I don't care Kyle. I am so sorry." He said, pulling me into a tight hug. I couldn't help but put my arms around him and return it. The warmth that I was craving so much for the past week was back. His warmth. "I shouldn't have worried about us. There was nothing to be worried about."

I pulled away, looked around and a small crowd had gathered around us. I looked at their faces and they mostly had smiles of their faces. I felt myself blush and pulled Corey away with me, in search for a more private area. Finally we stopped behind the library and thankfully, the onlookers didn't follow. I turned back to him. I stared at him and he stared back, and I did the only thing I could think of, I slapped him. Not really hard or anything but enough to hurt him. He put his hand to his cheek, rubbing the sore spot. "I guess I deserved that." He said. I then proceeded to pull him into a hug, one so tight I must have been suffocating him, but he didn't pull away, instead, wrapping his arms around me.

"I know I owe you a lot of explaining but whatever I said I meant. I don't want to hide anymore. I am proud to have you as my boyfriend and that isn't something I want to hide." I sighed and pulled away from the hug.

"I'm glad. I really am. But is this really what you want? Emotions can make you say things that you don't really mean." He looked at me, thinking for a moment.

"You're right. I'm letting my emotions think for me." I sighed and dropped his hand that was in mine. However, he reclaimed it immediately and held it tight. "But I know that my emotions are right, because...I love you Kyle." I didn't know what I felt at that point. My heart felt like it was flying, like any moment it was going to burst out of my chest. I couldn't move, I couldn't think. All I did was stand there dumbstruck. Slowly Corey leaned in and kissed me again. I can't tell you how good that kiss was, knowing that he loved me was too much that I could bear. He softly sucked on my lower lip but never ventured further. There was no lust, just love.

We broke the kiss and he leaned his forehead on mine. "I love you too." I whispered.

"I know." We stood like that for a couple of minutes, our arms wrapped around each other. "I really missed you." He said, breaking the silence. I moved back slightly out of his grasp and leaned against the wall.

"Why did you leave then?" He sighed.

"It was just me being an idiot. After the whole Angela thing, I realized that you were too good for me and I wasn't treating you the way you should, so I left. I knew you kept saying that I should take my time, but wanted you to be happy too."

"Corey, I was happy. Happier than I had ever been."

"Me too and after I left, I was a mess. I couldn't stop thinking about you. On Saturday morning I thought about going back to see you, to apologize. Then I remembered how I must have hurt you by sending you that text and I thought that maybe it was best I didn't. So I stayed where I was, thinking."

"Where did you go anyway?" I asked.

"Some motel outside of town. I stayed in my room the whole time, only going to a small store to buy some food. Other than that I spent my time thinking if I could get you back, if you ever wanted to see me again. My heart broke at the thought of that answer being no. It was then that I knew that I loved you. By Wednesday night I had made up my mind. I was going to come back and beg you to take me back."

"Wednesday? Then why weren't you here yesterday."

"Well that was the plan. So that night I finally turned my phone back on and you don't know how happy I was to hear your voice on all those voicemails, but not more happy than knowing that you were not pushing me away as I feared. But then there was this one voicemail. At first I didn't know who it was but as I listened to it I realized it was Angela.

"Angela? How did she get your number?" I thought maybe she had gotten it from Scott or someone in class.

"How about you listen to this instead of me explaining." He said, handing me his phone. He took one of my sandwiches and began eating it. I ignored him and opened the voice message and true enough Angela's voice was on the other end. 

"Hey Corey, um Kyle doesn't know I'm calling you. I kinda took your number from his phone. Anyway, I uh wanted to tell you that he's really a mess. I know what I told you that day and please just pretend I didn't say anything. You have to come back. He got tested too and he...well let's just say he cares for you a lot. Bye." I put down the phone and stared at Corey.

"What did she mean 'too'?" I asked.

"Well when she came to talk to me...she kinda saw my test results." He smiled sheepishly, chewing the food in his mouth before swallowing.

"So when were you going to tell me?" 

"Supposedly that Friday I left. So anyway, yeah I got tested. But you didn't tell me you did too. If I had known I probably wouldn't have left." He said, finishing up the sandwich.

"Why would you not have left just because of some test result?" He paused and gripped my hand.

"Because if I had known I was as important to you as you were to me...I wouldn't have put you through that." I was dumbstruck. That was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me. Couple that with the sincerity of his features made me want to melt into a puddle right there. I blushed and looked away from him.

"You still haven't explained why you didn't come back yesterday then. I mean if you heard Angela's message Wednesday night, you could be back here yesterday." I said.

"Well after hearing Angela's message, I knew I had to do something before I came back to see you."

"And what might that have been?" I asked. He smiled and reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small box. My eyes widened at the realization of what it was. My eyes darted between him and the blue velvet box he held in his hand. He opened it and inside was a pair of simple titanium bands. 

"Kyle, I am so sorry about what I did to you and this is my promise to you that I will be there for you from now on. My time away has really made me realize that I want you in my life for as long as possible. Forever." He said, looking at me in the eyes. My eyes started to water right then. We couldn't be married officially but this was a promise to one another, much like any normal marriage. I opened my mouth wanting to say something but nothing came out. I stupidly nodded my head to show my acceptance and he smiled, slipping one of the bands around my ring finger. I looked at it, in all it's simplicity and yet meaning so much to me. I took the other ring in the box and did the same for him, slipping it onto his finger. 

He lightly brushed the back of his hand across my cheek, wiping away the single tear that managed to escape. I looked up at him, grabbing his hand and placing a light kiss on it. "Does this mean I can pack my stuff and bring them to your place?" Corey asked.

I looked at him and smiled, amused that he actually needed to ask. "You had to ask?" I said, pulling his face to mine, and sealing everything with a kiss. Just then my stomach grumbled and I broke away with a chuckle. I was still genuinely hungry.

"C'mon let's head back to the dorms first. Scott should be in and we have to tell him the big news." He said. I nodded as we walked hand in hand over to the dorms. A few people stared at us but he never let go, instead, tightening his grip on my hand. I smiled to myself, but eventually pulled my hand free. He tried protesting at first but I simply took out my sandwich and started eating it. 

"I need my hands to eat. I'm starving." I said, unwrapping the bread. He smiled, giving up on my hand but slid his arm around my neck, pulling me close to him as we walked side by side. It was a little difficult to walk and eat with him holding me in such a position but I didn't care.

He opened the door to his room and stepped inside, me following behind him. Scott was at his desk, probably doing some schoolwork. He turned at the sound of the opening door and stared at Corey. "Hey man." Corey said, acting nonchalant.

"Hey? I could hit you so bad right now." Scott said.

"Don't worry I took care of that." I said, stepping out from behind Corey and dropping myself down on his bed. "Beside, I can't have you beating the man who just gave me this." I said. Scott stared at me and I lifted my left hand, showing the ring on it.

"No way." The scowl on Scott face disappeared instantly; replaced by a grin the Cheshire cat would have been jealous of. "Man I'm so happy for you guys. That was surprising to say the least." He said, walking over and patting Corey on the back, not before punching him hard in the arm.

"Tell me about it." I said, twisting the ring around my finger.

"So, do I have the room to myself from now or what?" Scott said, smiling at Corey.

"I guess you could say that. I will need a few days to get all of my stuff out though." Corey said. 

"Wow okay, um I'm still processing all this. Care to fill in the gaps?" Scott asked. 

"I'll let you two talk, I need to go make a call." I got up and walked out of the room, heading for the common area. It was relatively quiet since everyone was probably in class right about now. I took out my phone and scrolled through my contacts. I found the number I wanted and clicked the dial button. It rang a couple of time before it answered.

"Hello?" 

"Hey Angela." I said.

"Oh hey Kyle. Um...how are you holding up?" She asked. We haven't really talked since Monday and she probably still feeling a little guilty over everything that transpired. 

"I'm good. I'm really good." I said.

"That's good to hear. Any news from Corey?" She asked cautiously. I chuckled.

"You can say that. He's back." I said.

"Really? Do I need to go talk to him or something, I can be really persuasive." She said.

"Yeah you sure can but you don't need to talk to him. It's all fine now. I guess I should thank you though." 

"For?" She asked. At that moment, Corey came out to me. He mouth Angela and I nodded. He motioned for me to hand over the phone. 

"Hey Angela, someone wants to talk to you." I said, handing the phone over to Corey. 

"Hey Angela, Corey here." He said, pausing listening to Angela speak. "Well all I can say is that you may have broke us up, but you also brought us back together." He paused. "Yeah he knows about the message." I smiled. "By the way, I would appreciate if you didn't try to break us up again." I shook my head, smiling. "Well I guess that's something only he can decide." He said, handing the phone back to me. 

"Hi." I said.

"Am I forgiven?"

"Hmm let's see...yeah I guess. You did get me a husband after all." I said. The scream that emanated from my phone was so loud I had to pull away from my phone. "Hey Angie, call you later?"

"Oh yeah okay. Oh my god..." She hung up, still breathing hard. I put the phone back into my pocket and looked up at Corey. 

"Was thinking of skipping the rest of the day and head home. You wanna come?" He said. 

"You are such a bad influence." I said, but followed him to the carpark anyway. We both took our own vehicles and drove to my place. Our place. I parked my truck in the driveway and he parked behind me. I went over to my door and slot the key into the lock. I opened the door and stepped in, dropping my bag onto the couch. I was surprised when I was pulled backward into the waiting arms of Corey. 

He nuzzled the crook of my neck, lightly nipping the skin with his teeth. I moaned at the sensation. "I've missed you so much." He said, running his hands up and down my back, pulling me as close as possible. I rested my hands on his hips, taking in his scent. I pushed him back up to the door and ground my hip into his. I was getting really hard and his roaming hands and mouth were doing nothing to calm me down. 

I moved my mouth over to his ear and nibble on it softly, eliciting a hiss from him. Trailing kisses down his jawline, I found his lips and claimed them with mine. His lips parted allowing me entry, which I gladly slid my tongue into. Our tongues intertwined, a battle of give and take. My hands slowly slid underneath his shirt and up his abs, feeling the hard muscle underneath my fingertips. He broke the kiss, trailing kisses down my jawline and to my neck. He kissed my skin with all the gentleness of a feather, inhaling every few seconds. "I forgot how good you smell." He whispered, his warm breath sending chills through my body.

My fingers found his nipples and I messaged them, squeezing slightly, making Corey moan in response. He slowly pushed us back, moving away from the front door. I wasn't paying any attention to the direction he was taking us and I didn't care. I felt my heel contact the wood of the stairs. I instinctively jumped and wrapped my legs around him, allowing him to carry me up to our room, all the while sucking on my skin. Kicking the door open, he carried me over to the bed and dropped me onto it. I looked up at him as he took off his shirt, revealing the sculpture of a body. I smiled at him as he crawled over me, resuming his assault on my mouth. 

I felt his fingers pulling at the hem of my shirt, trying to get them off. I raised my arms, allowing the thin fabric separating us to come off. He threw them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. He ran his hands up my body, each touch like a jolt of electricity. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down, craving as much contact with him as possible. His kisses across my chest made me sigh with content. That sigh changed to a moan of pleasure when he licked at my nipple, biting it lightly. He smiled against my skin before slowly traveling south, kissing my skin along the way.

His right hand cupped the growing bulge in my jeans, messaging me through the fabric. He lips stopped just below my belly button and he nuzzled his nose in my treasure trail. I couldn't take it much longer, if he was going this slowly, I was going to cum before he got my pants off. "Please Corey." I pleaded. He chuckled and slowly moved his hands to unbuckle my belt and jeans, pulling them off painfully slow, before throwing them on the floor.

He put his face inches from my hardon and breathed onto it, making it jump, restrained by my boxers. I felt his fingers slip under the waistband, inching my boxers slowly down. My cock caught on the elastic, before slapping back against my stomach. He licked the head ever so slightly, making my cock jump with need. "Evil." I muttered. This was seriously torture.

"Patience. I promise you, you'll receive your reward later." He smiled, taking me into his mouth. The warmth enveloped me. I gripped the sheets, trying to control my oncoming orgasm, wanting this to last as long as possible. He went slow, sensing I was on the edge. His tongue circled my head, stimulating just enough for it to be pleasurable but not enough to bring me over the edge. He kept it up, slowly taking more of me in until his nose hit my pelvis. I was surprised. He had never been able to deepthroat before.

"You've improved." I joked. He slid off my cock with a pop, and shot me his megawatt smile.

"I have a great teacher." He laughed before taking me back into his mouth. I threw my head back, revelling in the moment. After another five minutes, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Corey, please. I need you." I begged, my voice ragged. He pulled himself off of me and stood, taking off his jeans. I reached for the drawer and found the tube of lube and condoms, and through force of habit, took both out. He looked at the latex in my hand and raised an eyebrow.

"I think we can forgo that from now on can't we?" He said, grabbing the condom and tossing it in the general direction of the nightstand. I smiled and nodded. I made to pass him the lube but he refused. I was confused, wasn't he going to fuck me? If so he needed to prepare me. He picked up on my confusion and kissed me on the lips. "I want to do something different today." He said. I looked at him and he had a blush. My eyes widened in surprise.

"You want me to fuck you?" I asked. 

"I want you to make love to me." He corrected. I placed a hand on his cheek, running it back and forth.

"You sure?" 

"Very." He replied and kissed me once more. I flipped him over so he was on his back. I took the lube and squirted a generous amount on my fingers, coating them thoroughly. He raised him legs, exposing his rosebud to me. I slowly ran my fingers around it, willing him to relax. Slowly I inserted a finger. I looked at him, wanting to know if I should continue. He expression showed no discomfort so I continued, twisting my finger around. When he was sufficiently relaxed I inserted another, scissoring my finger to open him up.

"You okay?" I asked, to which he nodded his reply. I continued by adding a third finger. I twisted my fingers around, trying to open him up as well as to find his prostate.

"Kyle. I need you in me." He said. I slid my fingers out and proceeded to coat my dick with sufficient lube. I lay on my back beside him.

"You should be on top so you have more control." I said. He nodded and straddled my hips. I kissed him once more. "Just stop if you don't like it." I said. He nodded. I could tell he was nervous but I knew he wanted to do this. I helped position my cock to his hole and he tentatively lowered himself. The head pushed against the flesh, trying to gain entry. "Relax and take it slow." I said. He took a deep breath and lowered himself more. The head slid past his ring and he let out a gasp. I held him in place as he adjusted. I rubbed my hands along his arm. I slowly felt him relax and he started moving, ever so slowly down my shaft. Inch by inch he slid down until I was completely in him. 




The New Kid Ch. 09



He let out the breath he was holding and opened his eyes, looking into mine. I pulled him down to me and kissed him. He started moving and I had to keep myself from cumming. After a few strokes he stopped and rolled over, pulling me till I was above him. I slowly pumped into him, angling myself so I could strike his prostate. I pumped a couple of time before he moaned loudly. I held that position, pushing in and out, repetitively stimulating his button. He groans grew louder with each thrust.

"Kyle...I'm not going to last long." He said. I placed a hand onto his dick and pumped in time to my thrusts. Three thrusts in and I felt his ass muscles clenching, trying to hold back the oncoming orgasm. I increased my speed, approaching my climax as well. One last thrust sent him flying, shooting spunk across his body. The force of his orgasm sent a wad of cum flying over him, striking the head post of the bed. Cum coated his abdomen and pool at his bellybutton. His ass muscles clenched me like a vice and I let go as well, releasing my load into him. We both rode out orgasm until we were both exhausted. I collapsed on top of him, my arms unable to hold myself up anymore. 

"That was incredible." He said, looking at me.

"You liked it?" 

"Loved it." I smiled and kissed him. "I love you."

"I love you too." I replied and laid my head on his chest. His heartbeat was strong and steady. After a couple minutes we both got up and took a shower together. It was the beginning to the rest of our lives. 

We eventually told the news to his family as well as my mom. In the end both families came over to our house to congratulate us as well as meet each other. I was happy that both Corey and his family hit it off with my mom. 

In the years to come, we graduated college. We had fights, like any couple would but we always forgave each other. The funny thing was Scott and Angela hit it off and actually started dating, which led to a proposal from Scott and now they're happily married with a kid on the way. Corey and I still joke about how his best friend and mine ended up together too, he says it's fate but I just think it's luck. Even now I feel so lucky that I became the new kid at Albuquerque Tech, because if not for it, I would not have met the love of my life.