Prom

It was that time of year that all high school students highly anticipate, prom. The girls are freaking out about where to get their dresses, hair, and make up from, While the guys are freaking out how to pay for everything. And friendships are being lost over who is going in who's limo or party bus. With prom comes a lot of planning, something that Mr. Myspace was never good at. It was already bad enough that I was in charge of collecting everyone's money for the party bus, and we were all leaving from my house, but I also had to stay on top of things with him. All I needed was for us to get into a big fight or for something to go wrong for him not to show. So I walked on egg shells hoping not to mess things up between us. Not like he couldn't mess things up on his own, because he did. The day before prom I had been texting him throughout the day and not getting any responses. I new he had gotten into an argument with his parents the night before, but I didn't know about what. When he hadn't answered me at all throughout the school day I started to panic. When I got to work I kept calling him over and over, but it kept going straight to voice mail. I began to text his friends (even the ones who I couldn't stand) and no one had heard anything from him. That night I finally got a hold of one of his friends who he happened to be hanging out with. He had been kicked out of his house that night. His parents had, had enough of his pot smoking, not having a job, not going to school, and being deep in credit card debt. Granted, the emotional roller coaster that his parents were putting him through was no help either, but he resented his dad now more than ever, which caused a blown out battle between the two with his Dad's return. Mr. Myspace had spent the entire night just wondering around, with no place to stay. His tux was back at the house, which he couldn't get into, along with everything he needed to go down the shore with for the week after. My heart began to sink into my stomach and I began to panic. I began to freak out a bit, and start to raise my voice. He wasn't about to be lectured by his boyfriend, after going through it all night with his parents. He abruptly ended the call by saying, "don't worry, I'll figure it out". Well not worrying, is not in my nature, just like figuring anything out was in his. That entire night all I did was toss and turn in bed, freaking out about what was going to happen the next day. That morning when I hadn't heard from him I wanted to throw up. While I was in my 3rd period class, I felt my phone vibrate, and immediately checked it. He had managed to somehow get into his house while his parents were at work, charged his phone, and got everything he needed. It was a huge sigh of relief for me, and we planned what time I would be there to pick him up, and I was hoping he would be ready. When I got out of school, I rushed over to his place, and of course he was just getting in to the shower. It was now 3:30 and the bus was scheduled to leave my house for. Mr. Myspace never took a quick 10min shower either. It took him at least an hour, not including getting dressed. It was hard to resist not pulling his white towel off him and trowing him on the bed, but we didn't have the time. So I just grabbed his crotch when he stepped out of the bathroom, in hopes it would get him to move faster. I felt him begin to get hard when I did it, and I knew it was over. We had the house to ourselves, and he was already naked and wet. We had a quick-y as he stumbled to get his shorts on as we ran out the door. We packed the car up with everything he needed, and as we were about to hit the road he made me take him to the mall. :Are you serious right now?" was my response, but he insisted it would be quick. I should have known better, nothing with him is ever quick (including the sex). I waited and waited in the parking lot. it was now 5:30 and I still had to drive a half hour home and get into my suit. He finally got back to the car, threw some white bad in the trunk and I took off. Half way home, my family and friends began to call my cell. Everyone was at the house taking pictures except me! When I got home, I flew to the bathroom and threw on my suit. I rushed outside to take pictures with everyone and we all had a big laugh about how me and Mr. Myspace are always late. I looked around for him, but he hadn't come outside yet. When I turned around he handed me a great big gift bag. The card he put inside of it was huge! At the bottom he wrote that this was a belated birthday/ graduation/ prom gift, and signed it with love. This was the first time he had ever wrote the word love, but had still never said it. When I opened the bad it was filled with all of my favorite candies, plus a digital camera to use at prom and while we were down the show. I was completley surprised! I gave him a big hug and kiss as we all gathered on to the prom bus. It was my first time on a party bus, and it was such a blast! I think I had more fun on the bus then I did at prom. The entire night of prom Mr. Myspace sat at the table. He played with the camera he got me and hung out with some of my friends. I was up on the dance floor dancing with my girl friends, but wished he was there. His excuse was that he was exhausted because he hadn't slept at all the night before. Looking back, it was really just because he didn't like to dance, but it upset me at the time that he just sat at the table. I did get him to get up and at least dance to half of a slow song, but before I knew it the prom was over and we were back on the bus. It's insane how crazy prom preparation will make people go, when the actual event is only for a couple of hours. Before I knew it we were back at home. It was always a rule that when ever Mr. Myspace slept over he had to stay in the living room. But once everyone went to sleep, I texted him to sneak into my room. He crept in and hoped into bed with me, and I laid in his arms with a smile on my lips until we woke up the next morning.

Spring Is Near

Some time had past since the winter formal incident, and the weather was starting to warm up. Mr. Myspace's Dad had moved back into the house which was causing a lot of friction in the family, so I tried my best to keep his mind off of it. We started spending a lot of time going to parks and hanging out outside, because of how nice the weather was getting. My mom had a strict, no going out during the week, policy, so I only got to spend time with him on the weekends. Since we can only see each other on a limited basis I made sure we got as much time in as possible. I was always getting in trouble with my mom for coming home late past curfew, but this time I had taken it too far. After going to the mall and seeing a movie, like we did a lot on the weekends, I drove Mr. Myspace back to his place. I put the car in park so we could sit and talk and say our good bye, but tonight, he got out of the car and said common. I got out and followed him to the back yard. It was dark and I couldn't really see where I was going. He began to walk up the deck to where his pool used to be before it collapsed from him kicking off the wall a couple years back. He laid down a towel and just stared into the stars. I laid next to him and put my hand on his chest. I felt him take a deep breath in and exhale. He explained to me how on nights when he was stressed out or had a lot on his mind he would come lay out on the deck and just look up at the stars. They were beautiful. There were no lights on in his back yard, and we were being lit up by nothing besides the moon and the stars. I leaned over and gave him a kiss. He pulled me in closer, as we laid there for about a half hour just looking into the sky. Before I knew it the one kiss lead to our clothes coming off and the two of us naked on his deck. His parents were inside, which made it more exciting knowing we could get caught. I would have to say, that was probably one of the most romantic nights we had. After we were done, we both just laid there in each others arms. I reached over to look at my phone and it was 1:30am. "Oh shit!", I yelled as I got up quickly "My Mom is going to kill me". I ran to the car, giving Mr. Myspace a hug and kiss goodnight. I asked him if he could call my mom to tell her that I had fallen asleep and my phone was dead but I'm on my way home now. I figured that would soften the blow seeing as how if I had called her it would have went to hell in a hand basket. When I got home, I sneaked into my room quietly. I thought that I had made it in safe until my bedroom door busted open with my mom screaming at me. I could tell she was upset. She grabbed my phone out of my hand, and my laptop was gone from my room. She had taken everything from me, but I didn't understand why she was so upset, I mean sure I was REALLY late, but why is she reacting like this? Little did I know that when Mr. Myspace called my mom he thought it would be funny to pretend as if he was a police officer. Well this woke my mom up at 2am freaking out. When she heard him laughing and he said who it was she was so pissed she hung up on him, and of course I got an ear full when I got home. The funny thing is, is that if he had never called I would have been able to sneak in with out her knowing what time I got back. I just figured she would have still been sitting up waiting to bitch me out like she is every time I get home late. She was so pissed, she punished me from everything for a month. It was weird because I hadn't been punished since I was a kid, but I knew I had fucked up royally. And to make things worse, I had mosquito bites all over my body from our romantic night outside. I managed to get in touch with Mr. Myspace through school computers and friends from school's phones, but it was a pain in the ass. He knew he had fucked up as well, and he felt bad because  him and my mom were really close. He asked what he should do to make it up to her, so I told him to do what I always do when I fuck up with her...write her a note. So he did, apologizing for what he did, and how much their friendship means to him. She still had the letter, and it's now been about four years later. She finally forgave him, but I was still on the shit list for never being able to make it home on time.

The School's Apology

The day after the winter formal everyone in the school had been aware of what had happened. I was venting to my teacher who I was very close to, who happened to be our class advisor, about what had happened that night. I really thought that our school would have been able to be mature about it, and I guess I was living in this little fantasy world in my head that people of our generation didn't really care, and that it was only the older people who saw something wrong with homosexuality. But the event of the night that shocked me the most was when another senior, who is rumored to be gay, yelled the word fagot. I mean it's not like I, or anyone else could hear him over the music, but I could read the word on his lips. I just couldn't understand why someone who is in the same situation I'm in would do that. You know what it's like to be made fun of, or talked about behind your back, so why would you do that to someone else? I guess because he was considered "popular" people didn't give him as much problems as they did me. So after venting to my teacher in second period, one by one the class president and all other students council members came up to me to apologize. When the class president walked up to me I was shocked. I totally wasn't expecting it. He told me that he was sorry for what had happened that night, and that he feels like he should have done more to help break it up, and that I shouldn't of had to go through that. But what was I suppose to say in response? I've never spoken to him a day in my life. So all I did was nod my head and say thank you. Then when the rest of the student council came up to me I just did the same thing. But when one member of the student council came up to me, I didn't let him off the hook so easily. It was the allegedly "gay" guy who called me  fagot. His apology seemed more like he wanted to get the attention off of him. Between me and my friends talking about it, the spotlight was now on him making him look like a hypocrite. He claimed he never called me that, and that he apologized if I had thought thats what had happened. It was funny seeing how awkward he was about coming up to me. I let him know how shocked and hurt I was that day by everyone's reactions and how I thought our generation was above that. He nodded his head and kept agreeing with me, but I could tell he just wanted to get the hell out of there. It was bad enough that it was the end of the school day and everyone leaving the building probably saw us talking. But I do have to give him credit, it took balls to come up to me and apologize, even though it was a half ass apology. Plus he got what was coming to him with all the rumors afterwards. With all this drama I can't even imagine what prom is going to be like...

The Winter Formal

It was coming to that time of the year for the winter formal. Everyone in school was saving money to buy their tickets, get a dress or suite, and of course searching for a date. Luckily for me and my friends were already all had boy friends. I was never a fan of getting dressed up and going to these things, but my friends were all going with their dates so I figured I would drag Mr. Myspace along. When I told my mom that I planned on bringing him to the dance she reacted just like I had expected...hesitant. She didn't want me to be made fun of or teased, but I reassured her that it was nothing I couldn't handle. I've gotten use to being called a fag every day as I would walk to my car after school, so being at a dance with teachers around was not going to scare me. I also have this thing about public affection...I love it! I feel like I have the right to be publicly affectionate after sitting around 17 years of my life watching guys and girls mack up right in front of me. So why shouldn't I have the same right? Oh it makes you uncomfortable? Then turn the fuck around! I've had family members, who I love very much, tell me that when I'm kissing Mr. Myspace by the pool, or if we're laying together in the hammock together, or sitting on each others laps, that it freaks them out....and I told them that I didn't care. This may just be the gay activist part of me, but I cannot stand when someone tries to tell me what I can and cannot do just because it may not be what society sees as "normal". No one would say two words if my brother kissed his girl friend, or laid with her in a hammock, or if she sat on his lap. My mom tries to say that if my brother had, had a girl friend she would yell at them as well. I'll give her credit though, my mom is not a publicly affectionate person herself. I'm lucky if I've seen my parents hug, let alone make out. But I'm just curious to see how she will handle it when my brothers begin to date. So me and Mr. Myspace went to the dance. We sat at a table with all my friends and their dates. We have all gotten together before so all of our dates knew each other already. We sat around and talked and laughed. Then it happened. The only song that would be able to get me and Mr. Space to the dance floor came on. Gimmie More by Britney Spears. We got up with all my friends and their dates. Me and Mr. Myspace were grinding up on each other. I could tell he was getting excited because I could feel his dress pants get tight around the crotch area. We began to kiss. I wasn't even paying attention to what was going on around me, in my mind it was just me and him....but my friends were. Little did I know there was a circle of people around us staring. One girl thought it was funny to laugh and point. I could hear my friends begin to scream and yell. I again did nothing to react. When ever someone thought it was funny to laugh at me or make fun of me I would never react. I have trained myself to pretend that they are not talking about me. I've seen what happens when people get made fun of and they try to fight back. It just makes the bullies laugh more. So I just stayed quiet and kept minding my business. When ever my friends would encounter me getting bullied they would always flip out on them. It would always make me feel better when they would step in. So I just let them go at it. Little did I know that they would follow the girl into the bathroom and threaten to beat her up. And my friends were not tinny girls. They were loud and pretty intimidating. The guys just sat at the table while the girls claimed they had to go to the bathroom to freshen up their make up. Then the next thing we know, they are being chased out of the bathroom by the Vice Principal. Luckily he didn't kick us out, or make us leave the dance, but he did keep a close eye on us for the rest of the night. All in all I had a good time. The real fun began that night after the dance on the way back home of Mr. Myspace taking me back home. The back seat of his car wasn't a very comfortable or romantic place to have sex, but when you're a 17 year old guy, as long as your getting it in, thats all that really matters. With all of that built up anger and frustration that we got from the closed minded kids at the dance we turned it into positive energy and Mr. Myspace's car was defiantly rockin' that night....

My Fascinating Life

Things between me and Mr. Myspace were better than ever. I could say that I honestly felt like a couple. We were both happier than we had ever been. I wanted to let everyone know how happy I was, and I wasn't afraid to show it. We had both posted pictures of us rock climbing together, laying in bed together, kissing each other, etc...these were things that if a straight couple were to do no one would question, but because we're two guys some people don't know how to handle it. I went to class after an amazing weekend with Mr. Myspace. I heard the other kids laughing and whispering, but that was nothing new. I always pretended as if I didn't notice or care. I was sitting in my morning math class. The teacher had asked me to come up to the board to work out a problem. I grabbed the dry erase marker and began to write on the board. I heard giggling, but I just rolled my eyes and kept going. I then felt a poking on my backside. I turned my head slightly, so that I could pull it off as that I didn't notice, because at this point the giggling turned into laughter. One of the other kids thought it would be hilarious to keep poking me in the ass with a pencil as I was trying to work on a problem at the board. I took a deep breath, finished the problem and walked back to my seat. I tried to focus on what the teacher was saying, but I could feel everyone's eyes on me, even if no one was looking at me, thats what I felt like. I was so embarrassed. Since I was in special ed classes I had most of the same students in my classes because we all needed inclusion teachers in our general classes. There were always some other kids in the mix, but most of us all had the same classes together. Later that afternoon I was in my environmental science class and all the kids who thought I was a joke in my math class were now all standing in a little circle laughing. The class hadn't started yet. They had papers in their hands and they were all laughing. One girl thought it was so funny that she suggested that they stick them up around the school. When the teacher walked in they all separated and took their seats. When one of them had turned around I could see through the paper that it was a picture I had posted on my myspace of me and Mr. Myspace kissing. Part of me wanted to stand up and cause a scene, but the other part of me didn't want to fuel their fire. I sat in my seat, praying that they would stop there. I tried to rationalize it in my head by telling myself that my life is that fascinating that they had to print pictures out of me. No one gave a fuck who they were dating that week, but they cared so much about who I was dating that they had to print my pictures out. I put up a front as though I was flattered, but deep down I was embarrassed. Since I didn't really know who to turn to, to talk about this I texted Mr. Myspace. I was hoping for a heroic response from him when I told him the situation. I wanted him to threaten to come down and kick their assess or something. Even though I knew he wouldn't, it just would have made me feel better. Instead he just gave me the advice to say something to them or tell a teacher. I wasn't trying to give them the attention they were looking for, so I just kept brushing it off my shoulders. It would have been a total turn on for Mr. Myspace to get all pissed or worried, but he knew that I'd be able to hold my own. I couldn't wait for the day to be over. When the bell rang I booked it out of the school building, I just wanted to forget about the entire day...

Living A Fairytale

After a week of not seeing Mr. Myspace I was excited to see him. The day after we got back home from Virgina I woke up early, showered and got ready. I texted him that I was going to be leaving and he said that he was going to hop in the shower quick and get ready. I drove as fast as I could to his house. I couldn't wait to see him. When I pulled up to the house I parked the car and ran to the door. When I rang the bell I expected him to still be in the shower, being that I sped to his house and he always took two years in the shower. I was surprised when he answered the door with his jacket and shoes on. He grabbed his key's and said, "lets go". I asked, "where are we going" but he wouldn't tell me. We went on this long windy road up some mountain. My ears began to pop, and when I looked at my phone I had no service. Where the fuck was he taking me? On either side of us there was nothing but woods. No street light, no people, no other cars, nothing. We then began to drive past these beautiful mansions. No one would know they were here because it was such a remote area. He parked the car on the side of the road in front of a construction site. There was nothing but dirt and mud, and what looked like the foundation of what was going to be a house. There was a little ledge that when you looked down you could see the step drop of the mountain. We plopped a seat as he showed me the view. You could see all of NYC and the Tappanzee Bridge. The shy looked amazing. I could have sat there all day. I grabbed his hand and rested my head on his shoulder. It was nice to see that he still had a romantic bone left in his body. We sat there and talked about my trip, and how his week was at work. I felt like we were an actual couple again. After us sitting there catching up, the sun began to set, and we walked back to his car. As we were driving he pulled over to what looked like a park. There wasn't any swings or picnic tables or anything, but there was a sign stating that it was a park There was a path you could walk on, and a lake, but the place was empty. He put the car in park, and put his hand on my lap, and began to rub my inner thigh. He kissed his lips, as we both closed our eyes. When we opened them, all I could do was stare into his dark brown eyes. I felt so happy. Why couldn't every day be like this? I felt as though I was high on love. I thew his shirt off and kissed his neck. Before I new it we were like a pair of rabbits in his back seat. After our sexcapades my whole body was sore. I hadn't had a work out like that all week. I was all out of breath. I never wanted a nap so bad in my life. We drove back to his house and stuck in his seasons of Will and Grace. Normally this would mean we would be getting it on, but we were both tired. I fell asleep on in his arms, and it felt amazing. I woke up and noticed he was still sleeping. I began to rub his thigh and moved up to his crotch. He was sleeping, but I could tell his jeans were getting tighter. I kissed his neck as he slowly woke up with a full hard on. He suddenly got a giant burst of energy was was all over me. The rougher he got, the louder I got. He tried to quiet me down, because his parents were up stairs, but I knew it was turning him on. After we were done I could have used a cigarette. I was so tired and my body was still sore. I managed to get up and get dressed. I had to get going to make it home on time for my curfew. I said good night to his parents and he walked me out to my car. He held me in his arms as we looked at the stars. We leaned up against my car as we made out. He he managed to pull his lips away from mine, I whispered the words" I love you" It was the first time I had said that to another guy. He whispered back "I love you too". I felt as though I was living a fairytale. I couldn't stop smiling to even kiss him again. I got in the car and he bent down for a kiss. He said good night, and to text him when I got home so that he knew I made it home okay. My heart felt like it could fly out of my chest. I was happier than I had ever been before.

Our Trip to Virginia

The car was packed and we were on our way down to Virginia. I was in Melissa's car with her daughter Ally, my best friend Paula, and her sister Kimmy. In my mom's car was my Dad, my two little brothers, and Melissa's son Mark. We all referred to the three of the boys as "the bigga's". It has always been a thing in my family. My Grandfather who we all called "Pop", would always call my little brother Billy, Big boy. Between that and him being over weight we came up with the term "bigga" so when someone was over weight, or had a fat moment, we would all say "bigga!" Me being the only thin one in my family, I didn't get called it very often. Ella had to stay back home because she had to work, but Paula's mom Faye and her boy friend drove down in their own car. The drive down wasn't bad. We had a blast in our car. Since I have always been the one with the huge music collection, I got to DJ. We all talked and laughed and had a blast. During the trip things were going fine. The next morning we went to a water park called Waterloo Village. I have never been a huge fan of water parks, but his place was the shit. Thanks to my mom's awesome planning skills we had this sweet cabana by the wave pool with food, drinks, towels, sun screen, the works. I had a blast on all the rides, and Paula, Kimmy, Greg, and I had a blast. I had barley seen the rest of my family the entire day. When we got back from the water park we had all met up for a BBQ back at the hotel. There was so much food. Melissa has always been an awesome cook, so the dinner was more like a feast. Being that we were down south and Paula and Kimmy are from Africa they kept joking the whole trip that they were waiting for someone to call them the "N" word. Every time we had to speak to an employee or just a local to Virgina we would crack up laughing as if the person was going to call them the "N" word right to their face. The next morning we went to the theme park that my mom was most excited for...Williamsburg. My mom was definitely born in the wrong time era. She has always been obsessed with the Victorian style clothes and decoration. So this place was right up her ally. I might have also enjoyed the park, if it wasn't so hot and if it didn't smell like horse shit every where we went. I had never been happier to live in the moder world with cars instead of horse and buggies. My feet were killing me by the end of the day, but my mom was happier then a pig in mud. She had found a place in Williamsburg where they bake broomsticks out of actual sticks and hay. She then told us her story of how she went on a field trip when she was a kid and all she wanted was this home made broom stick, but since her mother (my grandma) was a single mother with four kids living on welfare, she didn't have the money to buy it. When my brother Billy went on a class trip to the same place, she was so excited because she was class mother and she got to go. But it would be her luck, that the day they went the guy who made the brooms wasn't there. So when she got to Williamsburg she was so excited to get her homemade broom stick....ugh the things that get my mom excited. After our exciting trip to Williamsburg (insert sarcasm here) the next day we went to Busch Gardens. I had always liked rides, especially spinning rides, but I always had a fear of flipping. Although, with Mr. Myspace's help, my fear of heights and roller coasters was starting to diminish. So my brother Greg convinced me to go on this crazy looking ride. It was bright red and swung back and forth. While swinging it also spun around in a circle. It would swing up in the air high enough that at one point you are spinning in a circle while flipped upside down. Luckily there wasn't much of a line, so I didn't have much time to hesitate. We got on, and in the end it was a blast! My adrenalin was pumping and I wanted more! This had started my new fascination with "big" rides. It had now been winding down towards the end of the trip. Melissa had been short on cash, and we were now going to walk around Virgina beach. We walked on the board walk, and my mom and the bigga's ran to stick their feet in the water, but Paula, Kimmy, Ally, and I decided to stay back. There is nothing worse that sandy, wet feet, and then having to put your shoes back on. We went on a couple dinky rides on the board walk and went into some of the stores. One of the stores being a piercing shop. I was so tempted to get my cartilage pierced like Ally. I looked at my mom and asked, "should I?" She knew me too well and said, "your too chicken". We went in and looked around, Paula and Kimmy tried to talk me into it, but Ally told me it kinda hurt when she had her's done, so like my mom predicted, I chickened out. Melissa had been in a cranky mood the whole night because Mark had kept asking for money to go on the rides with the rest of the bigga's. The entire trip my Dad had kept saying how on the way back home he wanted to drive through Washington D.C. which would be stupid because it's not like we would see anything. He just wanted to drive past to say he saw the Washington Monument. On the way home it had started to torrential down pour. My mom was driving and had been using the GPS that was built into the car. As we were driving there was a fork in the road. As soon as the GPS was about to tell my mom which way to turn, Melissa called my mom on her cell to ask her about pulling over for dinner, forcing the GPS to switch over to blue tooth mode to answer her call, so my mom just guessed on which road to go on. My mom ignored the call to get back on to the GPS mode, but by then it was too late. My mom had accidentally taken the exit to go to Washington D.C. Melissa was furious. The traffic going through Washington was way worse than if we had stayed on the path were were suppose to. As we passed through she yelled "ARE YOU HAPPY?!? LOOK EVERYONE THERE'S THE FUCKING WASHINGTON MONUMENT!!!" Paula, Kimmy, and I sat in the back seat quiet as a mouse. When Melissa finally got my mom on the phone, my mom tried to explain to her what had happened, but Melissa wasn't buying it. We finally decided to stop and eat at Burger King. When Melissa hung up the phone, Ally asked, "what's Onion King?" Melissa then yelled, "WHY THE FUCK WOULD I SAY ONION KING ALLY?!?" The whole car was quiet. We then looked at Kimmy as she was holding it in so hard. She wanted to burst out laughing, but was deathly afraid. Seeing her struggle to hold it in, made it even harder for me and Paula. We couldn't take it anymore, we bursted out into laughter, what felt like an hour after the incident happened. Melissa thought it was funny that we were afraid to laugh and the whole car started laughing. When we got to Burger King we were no longer laughing. Melissa was still in a bad mood, and the workers taking three years to make our food wasn't helping. After flipping out at the Burger King employees, we were back on the road. I was never so happy to be back home. I had missed Mr. Myspace, and aside from the occasional sexting and midnight phone sex during the trip, I hadn't talked to him too much, so I was excited to see just how much he missed me...