Varying Paramour

Chapter 1

D avid Smith awoke to the sound of his alarm. He slowly rolled over to look at the soft blue numbers on its face. It read seven thirty and he yawned.

Wow, that sucks. David said aloud as he reached for his package of cigarettes. He popped it open in a wrist flicking action he had learned from his father. He took one light brown filter into his teeth and pulled the package away. He let his hand fall back on to the table and let the package flip out of his hand. He looked at the clock again. 7:31 the numbers read. God, one more year He said as he grabbed his lighter and rolled over on to his back. He yawned again then lit the smoke. He took a long pull off of it and blew out the blue toxin in a giant heave. He stared at the ceiling and listened to his mother turn on the shower. He took another puff of his cigarette and closed his eyes.

Another year at that school with those insufferable idiots. How can I be expected to survive? David thought to himself and smiled. God, please give me a new history teacher. I promise to pay close attention if they don’t suck this year. David mock prayed. He took another drag from his cigarette. He remembered the idiot that called himself a history teacher from last year. He seemed to have had it out for David right from day one. He had to admit that he certainly didn’t help matters much, but, never the less, a more learned professor was definitely in order. God, make it a young, female professor straight out of collage that has a soft spot for young, hopeless, good looking students. David added to his prayer and smiled again. He squinted his eyes open and looked at his cigarette. The blue smoke danced around the end of it and then disappeared into the sun struck space in his room. He took another puff and slid himself up to lean against the head board of his large twin bed. He tapped the ashes of his cigarette off into the ashtray then leaned his head back against the cool wood of the head board. He stared at the desk in the corner of the room. On it was the new journal he had purchased for the year. In front of the desk was the folding chair he stole from the kitchen. On its seat was the backpack he had picked out when he and his mother went shopping for endless school supplies. Hanging on the back was his favorite leather jacket. It had been a gift from his father. Just before he died, he gave it to David and told him that it had been worn by some of the greatest guitar players of their generation. It hadn’t meant that much to David until 3 months after, when his father’s life ended suddenly with a bathroom, pill assisted suicide. Then all of a sudden, that stupid leather jacket became his most prized possession. That and the journals he had started keeping 2 years prior. His father had told him that keeping a record of life events can sometimes change the course of one’s existence. Fuck, whatever dad. David thought and put his cigarette out. He stood up and stretched. He walked over to the closet and found a clean white tee-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He walked over to the small dresser next to the desk and dug out a pair of black socks and a new pair of boxers. He opened his bedroom door and listened down the hallway.

Bathroom free mom?! He called in the direction of the bathroom.

Go ahead dear, good morning His mother called back from behind him in her room. He smiled and headed to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and stood in front of the toilet. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he emptied his bladder.

Dear God, give me the strength to last the day. It would make mom happy. He prayed. He finished and let his boxers hit the tile floor. He turned the water on to his favorite temperature and stepped into the shower. The warm water felt good against his chest and face. He stood there for a while thinking about the wish he had made for a new history teacher. He snickered at the thought of co-ed shower rooms and young, history professors. He washed his hair, and then his body. He stepped out of the shower and dried off. He looked at himself in the full length mirror on the door. His almost shoulder length hair sent tiny drips of water down his chest and stomach. He looked at the goose bumps forming on his arms and legs. The muscles in his abdomen flexed as he shivered slightly.

Damn, your good lookin’ David said to his reflection. He reached down for the towel he had dropped and dried his hair. He watched the muscles flex in his arms as he dried his hair and drops it had left in his chest and shoulders. He quickly dressed, added deodorant and cologne, and then headed back to his room. He stood in front of the mirror that rested on his desk. He combed his hair, straight back like always. He grabbed the leather jacket off the back of the folding chair and slid it on. He then grabbed his backpack and slung it over one arm. He took one last look at himself in the mirror, grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the night stand, and headed out of him room.

His mother had a cup of coffee on the table for him. He sat down at the table and set his bag on the floor next to him. He lit a cigarette and took a sip of his coffee. His mother came into the room then. She was dressed in her nurse’s uniform. Her hair was tied back in a tight pony tail and she had a light covering of makeup.

Good morning Dave, ready for your first day back to school? She asked as she refilled her coffee cup and joined him at the table. She sat at the opposite side of the table from him, closer to the coffee pot than him.

Oh, you bet, mom. Practically jumped out of bed. David said sarcastically. His mother smiled and shook her head.

Oh, it’s not that bad dear. Two more years and you’re done… unless collage…

Not this morning mom. Bug me about collage next year, kay? David said. He took a sip of his coffee and a drag off his smoke. Besides, who would remind you of the time if I ran away to some collage? David added gesturing his eyebrows to the clock above the stove. It read 7:45.

Oh shit, She breathed and hurried with her coffee cup to the sink. Don’t be late for school dear and don’t wait up. I am going out with girls tonight. She said. She kissed his forehead and hurried to the door.

Wouldn’t dream of it mom, have a good day David answered then took another sip of his coffee.

Bye dear! His mother’s voice called as she slammed the door behind her. He smiled and shook his head.

My mother, the wing nut. He thought to himself. Just then the phone rang. David leaned back in his chair and grabbed the phone off the wall.

Yellow He answered.

"Good morning gorgeous" The voice on the other end said. David smiled and shook his head.

Good morning, Amanda. He answered. Amanda was David’s dearest friend. She lived 2 doors down from him and they had known each other since they were very young. They had experienced all of life’s little journeys together. They even had each other’s virginities. She had been there for him through his dads drinking and then through his death. She was very dear to him.

"Ready for another riveting year at North Hill High?" She asked.

Oh, you bet. Can’t hardly contain myself

"You’re such a bull-shitter David."

Isn’t that why you stick around? David asked smiling and downing the last of his coffee.

"Nope, I plan on being in the will when your rich and famous and need someone to leave all your money to." Amanda said playfully.

Classy. Walking with me this morning? David asked getting up from the table and taking his cup to the coffee pot.

"I was planning on it, I called to make sure you were up." Amanda teased.

Nice of you to think of me.

"I’ll head right over than. Got coffee on?"

"Breakfast is served my dear" He could hear Amanda giggle.

"Kay, I’ll be right over. Bye"

Chow David said and hung up the phone. He grabbed a cup out of the cupboard for his friend and poured them both a cup. He added the appropriate measurements of cream and sugar and headed back to the table. He set Amanda’s cup where his mother had sat and returned to his place at the table. He lit another cigarette and waited for Amanda to arrive. It wasn’t long before he heard the door open.

Are you decent? Amanda called from the door. David smiled and shook his head.

Nope, Monday is naked coffee day. Didn’t you know? He called back. He could hear her giggle as she walked into the room. She was wearing an unbuttoned jean jacket over a black tee-shirt and blue jeans. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail but she wore no makeup. She wasn’t the makeup type. David liked that about her. He hated the girls at school that layered it on like hookers.

Well, you look normal She said as she sat down at her coffee cup. David smiled and looked down at his cloths.

And here I thought I dressed up.

Me too. First day back and all that. She said smiling back at him. David shook his head and took a drag off his cigarette. Amanda sipped her coffee and winced at the heat. Who are you hoping to get this year? She asked sipping at the hot coffee again. David sighed.

Don’t care as long as Felch the history prick is gone. He answered sipping at his coffee too.

Well I hear he was replaced. Amanda answered. David raised his eyebrows.

Really? He asked in a bad English accent.

Yea, some young guy from the city or something.

No hot and bothered female professor in your future David. He thought to himself. Of course the selfish praying of a dead rocker’s son would only be half answered.

Crap, I was hoping for someone worth staring at for 80 minutes at a time. David sighed out and Amanda laughed.

I suppose some young, French, just out of school sex kitten huh?

ooooo, never added the French part in the equation. What would I do without you Amanda? David joked. They added more and more tantalizing features to David’s dream teacher as they drank their morning coffee. Amanda’s imagination, being much more interesting than David’s, soon changed the teacher into a sex goddess David hid in the basement. Used only for his sexual pleasure.

Well, that’s a lot more fun than a teacher anyway Amanda said finishing her coffee and grabbing both cups. David was often finished his coffee before Amanda.

No shit. Never a dry spell with something like that in your possession. David said smiling and getting up from the table. He glanced at the clock and read 8:20. Better go He added handing Amanda her backpack and throwing his over his shoulder again. They left the house together and headed toward the high school. It was nice outside and everything was still as green as summer.

Why can’t school wait for crappy weather? Amanda asked taking a deep breath through her nose.

Maybe we should start a petition? David kidded.

I’ll get started on it right away. Amanda kidded back. They turned on to 7th ave where they could see the school at the end of the block. Busses lined the front and students laughed and talked as they went inside. David and Amanda stepped through the doors side by side. They could see where the home room lists where posted. They scrolled for their names.

Room 9, Mrs. Coldiron. David read aloud.

Hey me too! Things are looking up. Amanda said. They walked together to room 9 and sat at desks that where beside each other. The bell rang and the room filled with the rest of their home room class. Mrs.Coldiron handed out the first semester class lists to every one while taking attendance. David read over his carefully.

Period 1, Math with Mr. Jackson in room 10, 40 minutes. Period 2, Science with Miss Walker in room 1, 40 minutes. Periods 3 and 4, Phys-ed with Mr.Ernswild, 80 minutes.(fuck, woo hoo) Lunch. 11:30 to 12:30, (I’ll be looking forward to that) Period 5 and 6 History with Mr. Black in room 19, 80 minutes. (Black, how original) Period 7, English with Mrs.Coldiron in room 9, 40 minutes. Period 8 SPARE (Fuck, I love this school! Always a short day!)

Hey, check this out! A spare for last period! David said pointing it out to Amanda.

"Lucky duck! My spare is after lunch." Amanda said pouting.

"No 80 minutes of hell in history? Gimme that." David said switching schedules with Amanda.

Period 1 and 2, History with Mr. Black in room 19, 80 minutes.

"Oh that sucks! First thing in the morning." David teased switching schedules back. Amanda wrinkled up her nose.

"No classes together this whole semester." She said.

"Hey, we’ll always have home room." David teased again. Amanda giggled. Just then the bell rang and the class set out for their first morning back.

To David’s enjoyment, the morning went by quickly and before he knew it he was at his assigned locker, which was right next to Amanda’s, getting his books away and getting ready for lunch.

How was your morning? Amanda asked doing the same with her books at her locker.

Fast Thankfully. How was yours? David asked closing his locker and locking it up. Amanda did the same and then answered,

Well, for what it’s worth, History class is a lot better for the girls. She said smiling. David rolled his eyes as they made their way to the side doors of the school.

How wonderful for you. Is he interesting? David ventured conversation. Amanda smiled and sat down at the picnic table designated for the smokers.

Don’t know. Too busy looking. Amanda giggled at her own answer.

Oh, shit Amanda. I’ll have to tutor you history so you pass. How wonderful. David smiled at his smitten friend.

Oh please. Just wait till you see him. He’s so pretty. Amanda said giggling again. David lifted one eyebrow.

I doubt I’ll see what you see Mandy.

Oh come on, remember when we used to pick out the best looking actors in movies? It’s the same as that.

If you say so. David answered. They spent the rest of the lunch break discussing Mr. Black and how lucky Amanda was for having something to look forward to. They slowly walked towards the doors when the bell rang.

Just keep an open mind David, tell me what you think after school. I’ll come by your place after and you can tell me all about the great taste I have. Amanda planned as they headed to their lockers. David finally agreed after great begging and pleading on Amanda’s part. He collected the appropriate books and headed to room 19. Mr. Blacks name was on the door. David rolled his eyes and stepped in. He chose a desk at the front of the room.

Man this sucks, first thing I gotta do is get glasses so I don’t gotta sit up at the front any more. I mean come on, I gotta be the only dude that actually picks a spot at the front of the . . . . David’s thought was cut short. Mr. Black walked through the door and set a stack of paper on his desk. He turned and wrote his name on the board then faced David. David’s eyes grew wide and his breath caught in his throat. Mr. Black smiled and began to speak.

Hello, I’m Mr. Black. I’ll be your history teacher. And you are? His voice cut right into David’s soul.

What the fuck is going on with you David? Wake up! Don’t just sit here! SAY SOMETHING!!!!!

UH, David, David Smith. He answered clearing his throat between David and David Smith.

Well, Nice to meet you David. Mr. Black said offering his hand to the young man. David looked at his hand and then up at his face.

David!!! Shake the man’s hand for fuck sake!! David reached up and shook Mr. Black’s hand.

It’s a pleasure David. Mr. Black said smiling then went up to the papers at his desk. The bell had rung and class had started. David listened as Mr. Black started the lesson. He wanted to start the year off with a little show and tell so to speak. He asked everyone to stand, introduce themselves and say a little bit about themselves. David hardly listened to the other students and their ridiculous ‘look at me’ speeches. He watched Mr. Black as HE listened to the stories and smiled at what must have been humorous anecdotes.

What the hell is with this guy? How am I supposed to get through a year sitting up at the front of the class where I can practically smell this guy’s cologne? Wait. Why am I smelling his cologne? And why do I even care how close I am to him? Why am I even thinking about this? It’s irrational and weird. What’s with the hard on? FUCK!!! I have a hard on??!! Oh God! Great. He’s a dude! Nice timing. Just frigging perfect. How much time is left?

David looked up at the clock. There was still 35 minutes left of class.

Oh God!! 35 minutes! What the fuck is going on? How can this be happening? I’m not gay. Oh god . . . . Gay? Why? Wait wait wait. I can’t be . . . . It would have turned up before this. Yea, just a weird day. Just a weird guy. Maybe I can switch classes. That’s what I will do.

David soothed himself with thoughts of a new class schedule. He had even found himself listening to the other students talking about their summers and their plans for the future. He made a constant effort not to look at Mr. Black. Derik Hanson was next. He talked about football and camp. David listened to his exceedingly poor grammar boring story. He realized the erection he had been sporting for the last 30 minutes had finally subsided. He sighed a breath of relief and continued listening to each student’s story. He chanced a glance to the clock. 5 minutes left.

Thank Christ!

Mr. Black got up from his desk and stood at the front of the class again. David watched him move. His broad shoulders heaved with a yawn. He thanked the last speaker and looked at the clock. David stared into his eyes careful not to look anywhere else.

"Well class, good first day. I will be looking forward to hearing the other half of your stories tomorrow. I would like everyone to keep in mind that this is history class and it won’t always be so fun." He smiled at his own dry humor. David still stared hardly blinking. Mr. Black made eye contact with him finally just as the bell rang. David didn’t move,

Get up you jack ass! The bell rang!

Everything ok, David? Mr. Black asked as the room emptied. David took a deep breath and stood up grabbing his books all in one movement.

Uh, yea. My leg was asleep. David lied. He flashed a quick smile at Mr. Black and headed for the door.

I hope my class is more interesting for you tomorrow. Wouldn’t want anything else falling asleep on you would we? Mr. Black said to the back of David’s head. David stopped walking. He raised an eyebrow and turned to face his teacher. He was still standing in the same spot.

Sorry, I didn’t mean you. I get bored easy David answered holding Mr. Blacks gaze.

Well, I have an interesting semester in store for you, don’t you worry about that. He said and winked.

Oh fuck!! Don’t wink at me you weirdo!

Great, can’t wait. David said then left. He made his way to room 9 for English class. He stared at the floor thinking about what just happened. He sat down in the same desk he had sat in when he and Amanda had started this strange day.

Oh shit, Amanda! She’s gonna know what I think of Him.

David thought as Mrs.Coldiron got right down to business and handed out novels to read. It was some world war two story. She directed the class to start by reading the first 2 chapters. David opened to the first page but didn’t read.

What do I think of Him anyway? What do I say? She’s gonna know something’s up as soon as I see her. Its Amanda though, David thought, She’ll have an explanation for this. She always knows what to say in a weird situation. I’ll have to say something to her. But what? God, dad, if you could only see me now.

David’s father was the kind of man that would rather beat a gay man to death than look at him. He had told David from a young age that being gay was genetic. That it came from retarded cells. Of course David knew that wasn’t true but he wondered,

How could I get turned on like that by some dude when a man like MY father had anything to do with my upbringing? God, he would disown me. He would beat me half to death and THEN disown me, just so I could live with it.

David shook his head and tried to concentrate on the book in front of him. It started out in a small village outside of Berlin. A family had been running from the Nazi’s for months but they knew that this General Balkoneve was gaining on them. They had to protect themselves but mostly their eldest son Hans, who was different than the other boys his age. He was intelligent and had angelic like beauty. (oh please. That’s one chapter done at least). They had taken refuge in a Jewish farmer’s barn. The Jews that lived there had helped some Nazi soldiers a while back so they were exempt from any capture for the time being. During the night, Hans left the barn to go urinate on a nearby tree. He was not alone. One of the Jewish farmer’s sons, Anthony, snuck up behind him and startled him. They got into a childish wrestling match that ended up with a roll down a hill and Anthony lading on top of Hans. Hans’s lip was bleeding from the tumble and Anthony leaned down and kissed him. (OF COURSE HE DID!!) Hans pushed Anthony away and got up off the ground. (Good Boy!) Anthony slowly rose off the ground and they got into a real fight this time.(Kick his ass Hans!) Anthony quickly got the upper hand and was on top of Hans again. They stared at each other. They were now both bleeding from the lip. They breathed heavy into each other’s faces, tired from their battle. Anthony held Hans down by the wrists. Hans tried to move but he was no match for the farmer’s son. Soon he quit struggling and lay still under Anthony’s body. Anthony loosened his grip but did not let go. They stared at each other for quite some time. Then Hans tilted his head forward and kissed Anthony deeply. (Great) Anthony released Hans’s wrists and ran his fingers through his hair. They kissed until the sun touched the horizon. Then they made their way back up the hill to the farm yard and snuck back into their beds. (Really? This is what is going to follow history class EVERYDAY?)

David closed the book and raised his hand. Mrs. Coldiron came to his desk with a question sheet for chapter one and two. She walked back to the front of the class.

Please finish these pages at home. We will be discussing chapters one and two tomorrow. David looked at the clock to see that the bell was about to ring. He packed up his things and got ready to leave. The bell rang and he hurried to his locker. As he loaded his back pack, he caught something in the corner of his eye. It was Mr. Black. David watched him walk closer to him. David closed his eyes and tucked his chin into his chest.

Please don’t be coming to me.

"David, I’m glad I caught you. Mr. Black’s mystical voice said. David sighed and looked at Mr. Black. A loose strand of hair had fallen into his eyes. In his hand he held David’s leather jacket. His heart jumped. He looked back and forth between the jacket and Mr. Black’s gorgeous face. You left this hanging on the back of your chair after class today." He said handing the jacket to David.

A guy that gives me a . . . Some dude that I . . . HE touched my coat. Dads coat.

"Uh, thanks." David said slowly taking the jacket from Mr. Black.

Looks expensive, better keep a closer eye on it hey? Mr. Black said winking again. David sighed.

Yea, uh, thanks. David said quietly.

You don’t really say much do you?

Not really. David said sliding the jacket on over his shoulders. He could smell Mr. Black all over it and gritted his teeth.

I suppose the talking in front of the class thing won’t be easy for you? Mr. Black asked putting a hand against the lockers. David could see the muscles on his chest ripple through his tight tee-shirt. He cleared his throat.

Yea, uh, I’m really no public speaker. David answered looking around for the closest exit.

Well, you don’t have to say much. Just let us know you exist okay. He answered smiling. He moved his hand off the lockers and put his hand out for David again. David shook it this time without hesitating. Guess we’ll see you tomorrow then.

Yup, tomorrow. David answered and headed toward the door.

Don’t look back, just walk.

But he looked back anyway. There was Mr. Black talking to another student. He looked up from their conversation and looked at David. David nodded and tugged the lapel of his beloved jacket. Mr. Black smiled and did a half salute then looked back at the student he was speaking with. David turned and went through the doors. He lit a cigarette and quickly walked home staring at the ground the whole way.

Ok. One day down. But It ISN’T! I gotta talk to Amanda still!

Shit, David said out loud as he turned the corner for home. He could smell Mr. Black’s cologne again.

Fuck, he does smell good, I’ll give him that.

David shook off the thought and walked up to the door of his house. He unlocked it and walked in. He headed right up the stairs and into his room. He through his bag onto the folding chair and fell back onto his bed. Mr. Blacks scent shrouded him like a silk sheet of sex. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.

What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s a dude’s cologne. Come on David, Snap out of it!

David got up off the bed and took the jacket off. He through it onto the chair and stared at it. He stood there for quite some time.

Amanda, Think about Amanda. You fucked her twice. That’s gotta count for something! Just remember what that was like. Think of her hard little nipples and her shaky breathing. Come on David. Remember her voice moaning your name.

David smiled and looked down at the growing bulge in his jeans.

There! That’s when you do it! David scolded his penis and walked downstairs to the kitchen. He got a pop out of the fridge and stood at the window, staring out side.

Ok, now that we have YOU trained, gotta start on my brain. Wonder what Amanda is gonna want to know. Is he attractive? Yea, for a dude, of course. Does is voice sound sexy? Well, yes. EVERYTHING about him is sexy Amanda!!!

"Fuck, I’m doomed." David said aloud opening his pop. He took a big sip and walked over to the kitchen table. He opened his bag and dug out the question pages for English class.

Number one, Why would the runaway family feel their oldest son, Hans, would need more protection than the others?

(Are you kidding woman?)

David worked quietly at his homework answering the questions the best he could. He used as many politically correct words as he could muster without sounding smarter than the teacher. He read over his answers a few times before loading his bag back up. He tossed the bag close to the door so it would be ready for the next day. Then he went up to the bathroom to pee. He stared at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands. He shook his head and turned the water off.

You need to get laid David… . By a chick. He said to himself then walked out the door. He went back down to the kitchen to find Amanda sitting there with a pop of her own.

Bingo! There’s one now.

"Hi." David said sitting down at the table.

Well, how was history class? She asked staring right into his eyes. David swallowed hard and laughed.

No hi or anything first?

Yes yes, hi. Now, Mr. Black. Hot or Not? She asked sipping her soda but never breaking eye contact. David leaned back in his chair and sighed.

Well, he’s… . Interesting

INTERESTING? Are you kidding? He’s gorgeous!

If you say so Mandy David said looking down at his pop can. Amanda gasped. David’s eyes shot up to meet hers.

I know that look… . Where is your mind at David? He sighed and looked down.

Fuck, she knows.

What do you mean? David tried.

You get that look for only two reasons, hot car or hot chick. What’s going on? She leaned closer to try to look at him. He sighed and looked back up at her. He couldn’t fight the tears that filled his eyes and he looked back down. David, why… what’s wrong? She asked and moved to the chair next to him. She put her hand on his leg and stared at his face.

Bad day He answered and lit a cigarette.

And here I am going on about some guy. God David, Talk to me. Amanda said moving the hair out of his eyes. Did something happen with a girl or something today?

David frowned at her and took a drag off of his cigarette.

When have you known me to tear up over a girl in one day?

Well, what is it then? Amanda asked again. She sat quietly as David gathered his thoughts. He looked at her and searched his mind for an answer. Then it came to him.

I lost dads coat today. He said. It wasn’t entirely a lie.

Oh my god David. Why didn’t you say something? We can go to the school and look for it if you want. Amanda offered. David shook his head,

No no, I got it back.

Than what’s the matter?

It just freaked me out a little that’s all. He answered knocking the ashes from his cigarette. Amanda leaned back in her chair and frowned.

"What do you mean, got it back? Did someone steel it?"

No, I left in in history class and someone brought it to me. David answered suddenly aware how close he treaded to the Mr. Black subject again.

Well, that was nice. She said reaching for her pop. David felt relieved when she sipped at her pop and didn’t seem to have any more questions about it until, That’s a nice coat for someone to just, return it, like that. Who was it?

Damn it Amanda!

"Mr. Black David choked not looking up at her. Amanda sat quietly for a minute and then started to laugh. David looked up at her puzzled. What? What’s so funny? Amanda laughed harder and held her ribs. What?"

You like him don’t you? She asked trying to keep a straight face. David gasped and stumbled over his thoughts.

Well, sure, he’s more interesting than that other jack off history teacher from last year. David said calmly. Amanda squinted at him.

That’s NOT what I mean David. They sat silently for a long time. Neither one of them looking away from their gaze. David could feel a bead of sweat trickle down from his brow but he held his gaze. It was Amanda who spoke first, Are you gay, David? David’s body shot arrow straight and he started breathing rapidly. Amanda’s eyes grew wide and she sank down in her chair. He looked at her and shook his head slowly. He bit his bottom lip and ran his sweaty hand through his hair. It pulled and it hurt.

Ouch! Fuck! David cursed and through his pop across the kitchen into the sink. Brown foam splashed the window. Amanda jumped in her chair but didn’t get up. She looked over at her friend. He held his cigarette in one hand and rested his head in the other. She quietly cleared her throat and inched closer to him. She gently touched his shoulder. David’s body tensed and he spun his head to face her. She gasped but never moved away. He stared at her for a while before he grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her in and their lips met. He hungrily kissed her, pushing his tongue farther into her mouth deepening their kiss. She moaned and moved onto his lap. She straddled him and kissed just as deeply as he was. They lightly tugged at each other’s hair as they kissed. Amanda could feel David hardening underneath of her. She moaned and pushed against him. David moaned with her and grabbed her hips. He moved her with his powerful hands to counter the grinding movements of his hips. She moaned and through her head back. She raked her long nails down his arm. He countered by lightly biting her hard right nipple through her shirt. She squealed and pulled his hair till his head snapped back. She met him with another powerful kiss. He pushed his swollen penis hard against her.

God David, we cant. Amanda said putting her hands on his chest.

Why not? David asked looking into her very sexually frustrated eyes.

My period. I’m sorry. I should go. She said now looking a little embarrassed.

Hey wait. You don’t have to go. So you got your period, so what? David asked trying to kiss her again. Amanda sat herself up and moved off of David’s lap and more than ready erection.

I can’t David, I’m sorry. She said and moved toward the door. David looked up at the ceiling,

What? Really?

"Wait Amanda don’t go. He said and caught her at the door. She spun around in the door way. Her face was fire engine red and she wouldn’t look him in the eye. David tilted her head up with a finger under her chin. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. She smiled and looked away. He tilted his head and smiled at her embarrassment. She finally looked at him and sighed. He had his arms reached out for a hug. She answered with one and he pulled her close to him. She could feel his still, very hard penis push against her. He smelled her hair and whispered in her ear. At least you know what’s waiting for you when you CAN." His voice was like satin to her. She shivered and hugged tighter.

Thank you for understanding David. She whispered back. He smiled and kissed her hair.

I have a question. David said still whispering.

What? She asked with her eyes closed leaning her ear into his lips.

How many gay guys do that for you? He asked thrusting himself against her. She moaned and kissed him sweetly on the lips. She pulled her head away and looked into his eyes. She thought for a minute than hugged him.

Well, you’re the first. She said and cringed but didn’t let go. David sighed and rubbed her back. He was quiet. Sorry, that was rude. She said pulling away to stand in front of him. He looked into her eyes and seen her apology was sincere. He sighed again and shook his head.

Let’s not be calling me gay just yet beautiful. You still get me up in a big hurry. He said smiling. Amanda blushed and smiled back.

bi then? She ventured. David stuck his hands in his pockets.

Look, I don’t know what it is okay? I just got a lot to think about. Let’s call it, left horny for too long for now okay? David said smiling at her. Amanda giggled and nodded.

Okay, Horny for too long it is. Am I picking you up tomorrow? She asked in her sweet ‘never been kissed’ type voice.

How would I get there without you? David asked shrugging.

Great, 7:45 then, see ya. She said and half skipped away. David shook his head. To think just minutes ago she was straddling him and shoving her tongue down his throat and now she’s skipping away like a 7 year old who has no idea what a kiss like that even feels like. He walked back into the house and shut the door. He leaned his back against the door and looked down.

Well, you’re having fun today aren’t you? He said to the bulge in his jeans. He shook his head and headed up to his room. He shut the door and got undressed. He sat down at his desk and lit a smoke. He opened up his journal and stared at the blank page. Well, Mr. Black. Welcome to my journal. David said and he began to write.

Sept. 5 Monday,

Well, skip the boring shit shall we? Mr. Black. History teacher/ sexiest creature on earth. I can’t believe I think this way about this guy. Amanda thinks I’m bi. We have decided what I have is to be called ‘Horny for way to long’ Witch, let’s face it, Amanda was the last time and that was over two years ago. What kind of guy am I? I am 17 years old and I’ve had sex twice… with the same girl. GOD I’m a loser. I bet Mr. Black fucks all the time. I bet he’s got a woman in his bed right now. But then again… What if he is gay? What if I picked up on it and that’s why I feel this way? Anyway, either way, he certainly gets more tail than I do I bet. Could have done it tonight but Amanda is a girl. What I mean is, girls come with periods and this one happens to have hers. I told her it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t be the first time she bled on me. She was so embarrassed that time. That’s probably why the brakes were on tonight. Well, she knows where I am if she changes her mind I guess.

Anyway, This Mr. Black had me hard during class today. Wonder how come feelings like this never surfaced before? Was it because of dad and how he felt about it? Then again, it could be nothing. Guess we’ll see how it turns out tomorrow.

Thanks for listening.

Chapter 2

D avid was awake the next morning before the alarm. He sighed as he could feel the very familiar tight tug of a morning erection. He looked down at his very swollen penis and shook his head.

Nope, not gonna happen this morning. You want satisfaction, you can wait for Amanda. He scolded.

That’s all I need to start doing. Jacking off about HIM.

Nope, no way will that ever happen. David said and looked over at the clock. 7:15. He grabbed his smokes and had his ritualistic morning cigarette and stared at his erection. He lay there and flexed it a few times. God, this sucks. He said and sat up. He ran his free hand through his hair while the other one tapped the ash into the ash tray. He stared at the floor thinking about the day before.

Its only Tuesday. After yesterday, you would think it could be a weekend or something? 4 more days of this.

God this sucks. He said again and stood up. He stretched and realized he was still hard. Why are you such a morning person, huh? He asked his dick and shook his head. He opened the bedroom door. Bathroom free mom? He called.

In a minute, dear. He heard his mother’s voice say from the bathroom. He went back into his room and picked out his clothes. An Iron Maiden tee-shirt today and a pair of black jeans. He grabbed some under wear and socks and sat on the bed. He took the last couple puffs off of his cigarette and crushed it out in the ash tray. There was a quick knock at the door,

Bathroom is free dear. Good morning. His mother said from the other side of the door.

Thanks mom. He said and got up. He looked down at his relentless erection. He shook his head and decided to give his mother a few seconds to get out of the hallway and down the stairs. He cracked open the door and looked both ways. She was gone so he hurried to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and looked down again. I’m gonna have to pee sooner or later you know. Before or after the shower? He shook his head and took his boxers off. He started the water and stood in front of the toilet. He waited for a few minutes. Standing there waiting for the need to pee to be stronger than his erection. Finally after a while, standing in the cold bathroom, he was limp enough to urinate. When he was finished he jumped into the shower and quickly cleaned his body. When he shut the water off, he could hear the music from his alarm clock. He wrapped the towel around himself and grabbed his clothes. He walked down to his room and through the cloths on the bed. He shut the alarm off and sat down on the side of the large double bed. He yawned and looked at the time. 7:40. Holy shit! I must be gay! I take as long in the bathroom as a woman. David jumped up and dropped the towel. He quickly got his clothes on and grabbed his jacket. He slid it over his shoulders and got a strong whiff of Mr. Black. Oh yea. HE is on you isn’t HE? He asked his prized possession. Well, we can fix that. He said and went out of his room and back to the bathroom. He sprayed his own cologne on his jacket and then chased it with deodorant. That’s better. he said and turned to see his mother standing in the door way. She smiled at her grown son.

You look just like your father when you wear that jacket. She said and approached him to fix the collar.

Nah, I look better. David teased and hugged his mom. She was dressed for work the same as always. She smelled like some kind of flowers, like always.

Well, I guess you do. Certainly younger. She teased back and stepped out of the room. David followed. I gotta run. Have a good day. She said as she walked down the stairs.

No coffee this morning mom? David asked as they reached the bottom of the stairs.

Your coffee companion this morning is a little younger and less related than I am today. She answered grabbing her coat from the stair rail and headed for the door. She winked at him and opened the door. Have fun. She said and did a funny little finger wave at him.

Bye mom. David said rolling his eyes. He walked into the kitchen and saw Amanda at the table. She had a coffee in front of her and one at his seat at the table. He sat down and looked at her. She was wearing a low cut tank top and low rider jeans.

Good morning. She said in her signature 7 year old voice. David raised his eyebrow and sipped his coffee.

I thought we agreed I was already horny enough? David said lighting a cigarette. Amanda’s face spread with sarcastic shock.

Whatever do you mean? She asked sticking out her chest, This old thing? Hardly. She said and giggled.

Yea, yea. Always the innocent one, aren’t you? He asked smiling at his friend.

Of course. Anyway, now that all that stuff is out of the way. Let’s talk.

About what? David asked taking a sip of coffee.

You and Mr. Black’s lusty romance. David choked on his coffee and Amanda laughed.

Our what? David coughed. Amanda laughed and repeated herself.

Your lusty romance. Don’t you wanna talk about it?

Not really. David said taking another drag off his cigarette.

Why not? You must have come up with something to say since I was here yesterday. She prodded and David smirked.

Sure, thanks for the huge hard on that seemed to last all night.

Oh come on, David, Amanda laughed, You have hands. She teased and raised her eyebrows.

Yea well, that’s not gonna happen for a while. David said sipping his coffee again and swallowing it before she could open her mouth again.

Why? Isn’t that like a guy’s favorite pass time? David laughed at her question.

It used to be. He said tapping his ash into the tray.

Ok, that’s ominous. What did you do? Miss a stroke and hurt yourself so now you’re scared to do it?

NO! David laughed.

Then why not? Amanda asked frowning. David sighed and looked at his cigarette.

You wouldn’t understand Mandy. He said quietly.

Try me. She said and leaned forward in her chair. David smiled and shook his head. OH come on. I’m your bestest friend. She said sticking out her bottom lip and batting her eye lashes. David leaned back in his chair and looked into her sad pathetic face. She continued looking at him like that until he broke.

Uh, fine. He sighed.

Yes! She breathed and fixed her face. She sat practically at the edge of her seat and waited for him to speak. David shook his head and had another sip of his coffee. He stared at the swirling black liquid. Amanda sat quietly waiting to hear him speak. He looked up into her eyes and was instantly nervous.

What am I doing? I can’t explain this to her. What will she think of me? Am I crazy or something? This is all happening so fast. But what is even happening? One weird day and I’m ready to think I’ve got a mad crush on some guy? And this guy is my teacher. I have half a school year with him. She wants to know why I refused to jack off last night. How can I answer that? Scared to cum to the thought of Mr. Black? Afraid of what she’ll think of me? Afraid of what I’ll think of myself? How can I word this so I don’t sound crazy? David held his gaze on Amanda’s eyes as he thought. She shifted slightly in her chair as he stared at her. She could tell that whatever it was that was keeping David from satisfying himself must be important. She suddenly felt terrible for pressing the issue.

It’s hard to explain. he began saying but she stopped him.

Then don’t David. I don’t need to know. Give yourself some time to figure this Mr. Black thing out.

Okay, that’s weird. It was so funny to you yesterday. David said gulping the last of the coffee out of his cup. Amanda sighed and drank hers too.

"It was a surprise. And it was still a little funny this morning to me too till you got that look