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Date Posted: 18:20:53 11/05/14 Wed
Author: Comicality
Subject: (Part One)
In reply to: Comicality 's message, "(S) "GFD: Fanboys 3"" on 18:11:50 11/05/14 Wed



"GFD: Fanboys 3"




I can't describe the paranoia I felt walking down the street. I can't explain it. I felt as though every single person we passed on the street just knew that I was gay for some odd reason. Like...they'd look at me, and then they'd look at Parker...and they just figure, "Oh, he's GOT to be gay! LOOK at the kid he's with! Something's going on there." Isn't that the silliest thing you've ever heard? I just couldn't shake the feeling that every pair of eyes on that public street was focused on us. And it probably wasn't far from the truth. He was so indescribably gorgeous.



We weren't really walking at a fast pace. Not at a slow pace either. But I couldn't tell if I wanted to hurry up and get to the store so I could get enough distance from him to catch my breath and unscramble my thoughts again...or if I wanted to just remain lost in this lovestruck madness for just a little bit longer. Because as confusing and chaotic as it was...I think I liked it. It was fun, you know?



Parker kept sort of turning his head to look at me. It's not like he was staring at me in a creepy way or anything. Just...I don't know. He was looking for something. Searching. It kept looking like he was about to say something, but then he'd stop himself. He'd look away, or he'd just giggle a little to himself for a second. I'd ask him what was up, but he'd just shake his head in the most adorable way. He was attractive to a point where I was sure that I was just making this all up in my head. Or at least 90 percent of it. It was surreal. That's the word. Surreal.



"So...do you know where the cool places are to skate around here?" Parker asked me.



"Huh?" I think I heard him right. I don't know why I would make him think I didn't. Maybe just to hear him speak again. His voice was addictive.



"Skater parks or anything? I saw your board, I figured you could point me in the right direction."



Still nervous, I said, "Oh yeah. Umm...there's a pretty cool place that they have fenced off under the overpass heading towards downtown that's pretty cool. It can get pretty crowded sometimes, but most of the guys there are cool." I DID it! Full sentences and everything! "There's the parking lot at the Rec Center too. But you've gotta deal with a lot of noobs over there that don't really know what they're doing. It's practically like a cluster of human bumper cars in that place. Oh...and the steps in front of the library on Main Street are cool. You'll get harassed for skating there during the week, but they close super early on Saturdays. Closed on Sundays. So nobody cares much."



"Ah. Ok. Cool." He said. Then...after a few more steps, he asked, "So...like...where do you go? I mean, maybe I'll see you there some time or something..." His voice trailed off, and he made sure to look straightforward so as not to look me in the eye.



Ok, so this is definitely a hint that he doesn't want this to be the last time we see each other, right? I mean, I know that I didn't just imagine that.



I took a breath to calm myself down a bit more, and with a grin, I said, "I hang at the underpass a lot. Um...I have a lot of fun in that place. People sorta know me over there."



"Cool." He smiled. "So...you go like....on the weekends or...?"



"Whenever I can get out there. I'll definitely tell you how to get there."



"Ok. That'd be awesome." And then...another secretive glance at me. A few of them in a row, in fact. I hope that I was looking my best today. I totally should have done a 'zit' check in the mirror this morning before rushing out of the house. I didn't think that I'd be running into the 'Superman' of comic book store hotties today!



We were now across the street from the store I told him about, and I said, "This is the place..." Stepping off of the curve. Parker suddenly reached out and grabbed a hold of my arm! He stopped me from walking just as I was about to get creamed by a bus! Jesus!!! It scared the living shit out of me, but I was so busy staring at Parker's beautiful face that nothing else, my ability to continue living beyond this sunny afternoon included, really mattered.



"Dude, are you alright?"



I tried to catch my breath. "Yeah. Hehehe...perhaps I should wait for the light?"



"Ya think???" He giggled. "Does this mean you're going to buy me something in the store now? You owe me!"



Taking a bit of a chance, I said, "I will give you my eternal lover. Forever and ever." I said. "But no money, because I'm broke until Friday."



I was surprised to hear him say, "Well...that may just make up for it. I'll take it."



With a playful smirk, I whined, "I love you because you saved me." And it made his smile widen even more. I don't know if it was the pure, creamy, complexion of his cheeks or what, but Parker was really quick to blush. He had the kind of smooth Ivory cheeks that couldn't hide it. He changed colors like a chameleon. It was CUTE though! If I could press my eager lips against that sweet blush...I could gladly stand right here and wait to step out in front of the next scheduled bus...knowing that I died having experienced it all.



We both paused for a moment. Just to sort of look down at our shoes and smile. I wanted him to ask me. If he asks me whether or not I'm gay, I swear to God, I'll tell him the truth. I'll scream it out into the street if he wants me to. I'd ask him first, but I had this giant, imaginary, barricade in front of my face telling me not to ruin this fun little moment we were having. I wanted to think up a clever way of finding out without having to ask and without him having to answer. But you'd be surprised just how difficult it is for someone to pull off. There really isn't a sneaky enough way around it.



He peeked up at me for a quick moment, and ran his fingers through his soft blond hair. I thought he might actually ask. It looked like he was going to come right out and say it. But maybe he had a barricade in front of his face too. "So, what did you say the name of this stuff was again?" He said.



Disappointed? Yeah, a little bit. But more relieved to have the pressure on my heart let up for a moment so I could stop trembling like I was. "Oh, right. Yeah, come on in, I'll show you where it is."



We entered the store together and I took him to the spot where they kept the paper products and stuff. Envelopes, pens, markers, poster board, etc. I started looking around to see if I could remember where I got it from on the shelf.



"So, you say this stuff doesn't do any damage to the back at all, right? I don't need this to be mint, I just don't want it to tear." Parker said, looking with me.



"I swear by it. It's actually really strong, but when you're done with it, the stuff peels right off. No marks on the wall either." I said, preoccupied with my search. "All you have to do is whip it out, and put it on the wall. It's really sticky and gummy, but it works."



"Just whip it out...and put the sticky stuff on the wall..." Parker said.



"Yep. That's it."



"Just, splash sticky stuff all over my bedroom wall? What about the headboard on my bed? Will it reach there?"



"Huh?" I was still looking, not even paying attention to the wicked tilt of his smirk.



"Would it be alright if I accidentally got some on the ceiling?" Parker asked, and when I found the box I was looking for and stood up, he raised an eyebrow, and that entire exchange finally palmed me in the forehead! He started to giggle playfully as he saw the realization of how extremely dirty that sounded blossom in the surprised glimmer in my eyes. And then I blushed as the idea of Parker....laying in bed...shirt up to his neck, pants wrapped around his ankles...shooting warm splashes of sweet, delicious...



SHIT! Stop that, Kevin! You don't want to go down that road! Not with him looking at you We're only about fifteen minutes away from home. We can entertain those happy thoughts when we get there.



"Uhhh.....hehehe...." I covered my face for a second, but I forced my hand to come back down. Who cares if he saw me blush. It was his fault, anyway. "Well that certainly didn't come out right."



"Sounds like it came just fine to me." He said.



I can't say the moment was awkward. It wasn't. Not really. I just...I had never experienced anything like it before, so I was a bit slow in figuring out what to do with it. You always imagine that you would be a real smooth operator when it came to some level of shared flirtation, but the truth is, it catches you off guard. Almost every time. Not that I would know about any times other than this one.



I was trying to keep things moving between us. But I didn't want to say something stupid. And I didn't want to dismiss a possible 'approach' on his part. And I didn't want to say something that was going to come off as creepy either. The LAST thing I wanted was for him to think that I was campaigning for a top spot on the local sex offender registry.



But after fidgeting around for a second or two too long, Parker said, "Well, thanks, man. I'm going to grab a soda and some chips. Do you want me to get you something?"



"Oh, no thanks. It's cool. I'm....I'm fine."



"Ok. I'll be right back." He said, and I watched as he gracefully glided to the back of the store to get something cool and refreshing to wrap his sexy lips around. Letting the liquid wash over his tongue. Giving him a shiver as his skin glistened with the sheen of Summer Sun perspiration. Ready to ride his skateboard home...keeping those long legs firm...that scrumptious ass of his round, and shapely, and tight...dear GOD, what am I doing to myself???



I couldn't see Parker over the shelves in the store, but I felt my heart flutter with a gentle panic when I heard the cooler door close. It was like...he was coming back up to the register. He'd pay for his stuff, we'd leave the store...and then it would be over. This amazing little wet dream moment of mine would be gone forever.



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Replies:

  • (Part Two) -- Comicality, 18:26:25 11/05/14 Wed
  • This is shaping up to be another great story... -- Mike84, 20:04:04 11/05/14 Wed
  • cute! -- Jamal, 03:39:38 11/09/14 Sun

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