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Subject: Everything In-Between - Chapter 1This Story is Copyright 2002 by The PenArtist (Please Use "The
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Everything In-Between - Chapter 1 I am gay.
I cannot tell you why I am gay. I certainly cannot tell you
when I realized this. Somehow, it has always been there, like a
stubborn burr stuck to your best school sweater. I remember
being as young as six years old and looking at other boys;
wanting to feel their bodies against mine; wanting to touch them.
I came out to my parents 3 years ago, when I was 14 years
old. The episode rendered itself a lot simpler than I expected.
My parents, who pride on being the very definition of liberal,
told me that nothing I could say, do, or be could ever change the
way they love me. Too bad my town doesn't reflect the attitude
of my parents.
I live in a small suburban town called Oil Valley. We have
about twenty thousand Preteen Cp Galleries
residents, with 90% of them being bible-
toting religious conservatives. You can imagine how it feels for
a closeted gay boy like me. I'm so anxious to get out of this
place that I started buying stuff for college, even though I
don't leave for another ten months.
In my circle of friends, no one dare mention the word
`homosexual' unless it is in an angry, demeaning tone of voice.
The captain of the football team being gay would be a bomb twenty
times that of Little Boy or Fat Man.
Yeah, you heard right. I'm a jock; a very proud jock.
Playing football has been a staple in my life since I was 8 years
old. The team picked me to be the captain for my final year on
the squad. No, I'm not a star quarterback or some gifted wide
receiver. I'm a strong safety; the cornerstone of any team's
defense. I became a starter on the varsity squad in my second
season. Since then, I've broken both the single-game and season
interception records. In the state finals last season, I caught
four interceptions in two quarters. Even with my performance, we
lost that game, 38-17.
Ok, so I brag a lot. But with my body, my talent, and my
intelligence, I think I earned the right to brag. Some Preteen Cp Galleries people
call me arrogant. Most call Preteen Cp Galleries me worst than that. Little do they
know, the pride of this town is 2 months away from revealing a
secret that holds the power to crumble the foundation of this
catholic suburb.
But, until that day when I accept the award for team MVP, my
day is full of routine. The same faces, the same voices, the
same schedule, and the same workouts. As I sit here in homeroom, I look around and see the faces
of people who don't know the real me. And suddenly, the boy I
long for strolls up to my desk.
"Hey Mark, can you read over this English paper for me?"
said the boy.
It didn't strike me as unusual that Corben Joseph Vawter,
Corey, for short, was asking for my help. But every time he
does, my stomach binds itself into knots, overtaken by a deep
yearning for love. Preteen Cp Galleries
Corey is a beautiful specimen, at least in my
opinion. He is five-foot-six and weighs about 110 pounds, with a
slim waist and broad shoulders like the body of Adonis. His
perfect blond hair is parted down the middle and shaped into a
bowl. His piercing blue eyes, once hidden by glasses, were now
accented by contact lenses. His skin looks baby smooth, as if it
had never seen the bite of a mosquito or the scratch of a thorn
bush. Oh how I long for the feel of his skin against mine.
"Sure thing, Corey. You have Mr. Coleman, don't you?" I
responded calmly, keeping my deepest fantasies hidden in the back
of my mind.
"Yep. I don't think he likes me too much. He always picks
on me for stupid mistakes and stuff."
"Yeah, that's Mr. Coleman. He does that to everyone, so
don't take it to heart."
As I read over his paper, Corey was leaning over my desk as
if to follow my pen. I could hardly concentrate on correcting
his mistakes, instead focusing on his breath lightly caressing my
neck. After the first paragraph, I picked up my head and re-
adjusted myself, trying hard not to plant a kiss on Corey's lips
at that moment. As my eyes glanced back down at the paper, I
heard a Preteen Cp Galleries familiar voice shouting from the door.
"Marcus Lee Vernon, why are you always helping the little
bitch boy with his work?" the voice shouted sarcastically.
The voice belonged to Gary Lebeau, the team quarterback and
my best friend of eight years. He is six-foot-one and weighs
around 190 pounds. He is as ugly as they come with curly brown
hair, brown eyes, and a face marred by acne. His athletic
ability is perhaps his only saving grace.
"I'll read this over and go over it with you during study
hall third period, ok Corey?" I asked, hoping Corey would say yes
to some time alone with me.
"Ok. Will you be in the library?"
"Everyday."
Corey nodded his head and walked away with his head down as
Gary approached my desk. Corey has been the subject of Preteen Cp Galleries ridicule
by Gary since the beginning of high school. Not wanting to spark
questions or curiosity, I did nothing about it.
"You all psyched up and ready for the game tonight?" Gary
asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"I was born ready," I retorted sarcastically.
"How many interceptions are you gonna have tonight?"
"Hopefully more than the other team gets off of you."
We continued like this until the 1st period bell rang. Gary
jumped up quickly and started to run, knowing he had a long trek
to the other side of the building. As I left the room, I gave
Corey a sly smile and acknowledged that I would see him 3rd
period.
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