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Zach Baton woke up to the sound of his alarm clock buzzing, and smacked it with great irritation. "Fucking stupid alarm!" he shouted to nobody in particular. He knew he had to get up, but lay for just a moment or two, enjoying the feeling of his morning erection. No time to do anything aboutit now, however. He'd have to wait.

He got out of bed, and dragged himself into his en-suite bathroom, then stood fully upright, staring in the mirror at his naked body. He analyzed what he saw and realized he was every bit the Adonis that people said he was. He had a perfect six-pack even though he was only fourteen. His dirty-blond hair was unmussed despite having just awakened. He admired his strikingly handsome face and dark brown eyes with a hint of mystery and unanswered questions in them. He admired his beautifully circumcised dick, briefly petting it, because it was nearly six inches even in its flaccid state. When engorged, it was a little over eight inches, with a flawless deep purple mushroom head, and the envy of the locker room in his former school. But now they were in a new part of the city and that meant new friends and a new school.

He smiled as he thought, again, of his dick, which had finally subsided enough allow his strong stream of yellow piss to churn the water in the bowl. As he pissed, he revelled in the feeling of relief it gave him. He finally finished, flushed the toilet, and turned to walk back into his room. He was pleased with what he'd seen.

When Zach was done in the bathroom, he got dressed in his trendiest clothes. After all, it was his first day at Cleeshay High School and he had to look just right. He went into the kitchen, where his maid was already preparing breakfast.

"How are you today, Master Zach?"

"Just fine Beulah! That breakfast sure does smell good," exclaimed Zach as she slid the plate in front of him. He tucked in, and devoured the first plateful of food quickly, barely stopping for air. After having a second helping, he noted the time, thanked Beulah without much sincerity, and left the house.

He got on his bike and rode to school, longing for the day he could drive a car. He only had to be fifteen to get his learner's permit and the wait was killing him. All the cool kids drove to school.

He parked in the bike lot, locking his bicycle quickly. He got in the long line of noisy Freshman to get his locker assignment, and the line moved slowly. He noticed the boy in front of him, and were he not quite so shy, might have struck up a conversation. Instead he just silently stared at the perfect orbs decorating the oh-so-tight jeans standing in front of him.

By the time he got his locker assignment, locker 269, it was near the time for the start of the first class of the day: homeroom. He didn't feel like carrying all his stuff with him, so he decided to go to his locker first. He was running through the hallways, trying to find his locker, when he suddenly went flying, landing on his back, and sliding a few feet down the hall. "What?" he muttered groggily. Slowly, a bit shakily, he got to his feet.

A huge behemoth of a jock stood in front of him. "Watch it punk! I'm going to kick your ass, now."

Zach didn't hear a thing, instead looking at the well-defined, muscular body. His gaze lingered perhaps a few moments too long on the full, well-defined crotch in front of him.

"Kid! Are you perving on me? Did you even hear me?"

Zach tried to still the reaction his body was having to the hunk in front of him, and hoped like crazy the kid wouldn't notice his tenting pants. "No, Dude, sorry. I'm Zach, by the way. Sorry I ran into to you. It's my first day and I was lost and trying to find my locker before I was late for class."

"We'll finish this later," said the jock walking off with a meaningful and menacing glare at Zach.

As soon as the jock had left, a girl rushed over and said, "Hi, I'm Tiffany Seins. Are you all right? Do you know who you just knocked ran into?"

"No, not really," said Zach. He realized that if he were straight, this would be one of the hottest girls ever seen.

"That was Brad Musculeux, the captain of the varsity football team."

"Thanks, Tiffany. I guess it's nice to know who I've pissed off."

"Well, I'm the leader of the cheerleading squad, and if you go out on a date with me, I'll call him off. Oh, and what's your name by the way?"

"I'm Zach. But a date? With you? I'm flattered, but you see I'm gay."

"Oh! My! How terrible. You're so gorgeous. What a waste. Are you sure? I might be able to fix that." Tiffany stepped closer, raised her head to his and kissed him on the lips, then used her tongue to tease his lips and mouth. Zach was shocked and stood still and totally unresponsive, even after Tiffany's kiss got more invasive.

Zach bit off an angry retort, turned his back on Tiffany and headed off to his homeroom class. He knew he was late, and knew he couldn't explain why if asked, not the truth at least. It had already started as he entered. He went in quietly but the teacher stopped him. "And you are?"

"Zachary Baton, sir."

"I am Mr. Trouducul and I do not tolerate tardiness, even from a new student."

"I'm sorry. I got lost."

Mr. Trouducul looked the boy over, then did so again, his eyes seeing everything there was to see. "That is no excuse," he said, his voice slightly huskier than before, his anger gone. "Sit down. I was just calling roll. I will not give you detention this once, but don't let it happen again. If it happens again, you'll have to do detention, here with me."

"Yes, sir."

He sat down, and everyone was staring at him. The one kid next to him didn't even bother to try to hide it. Zack finally whispered, "Why is everyone staring at me?"

"The text message. It said Brad Musculeux and you are having a fight after school."

"Only if he finds me."

"Gentlemen, be quiet!" said Mr. Trouducul.

The bell signalling the end of homeroom soon rang, and the class scattered. Zach walked to his next class, which was conveniently only a few doors down. He found himself sitting next to the same kid from homeroom.

The teacher for the class instructed everyone to introduce themselves. This was important because this was a creative writing class and many exercises would be done in groups or pairs. Zach, being shy, didn't make any move, but the other kid did. "Look, I'm Corey Fillechat, and I heard Trouducul call you Zachary. You know, we got off to a bad start. Why don't we be partners? You seem to be a cute enough, I mean nice enough guy."

If Zach had heard how Corey had misspoken, he didn't let on. "Sure. What the hell. I don't know anyone here anyway," said Zach matter-of-factly. "So I guess we should tell a little about each other."

Class was soon over. The day dragged on for Zach. He didn't really enjoy school, and especially not this school. His early excitement had died away to be replaced with misery. As the clock progressed towards dismissal time, he found himself thinking more and more about Brad. He hoped he could ditch him, and finally came up with a plan. He waited after the final bell until the school had nearly emptied, loitering in the library, killing time. He started reading Corey Doctorow's Little Brother and was enjoying it when the librarian finally told him it was time to leave, as it was closing time. He put the book back, and went to his locker, grabbed the few books he'd need for homework, then slipped out the side door, figuring if Brad was waiting for him, it would be in front of the school. This should be safer.

As he took a step outside, a fist hit him in the face, and as he was tumbling into darkness the last words he heard were, "You won't run into me again, fag-boy."

* * * * * *

Zach awakened into a world of pain. He heard beeping noises, and when he opened his eyes and was finally able to focus he saw he was in a hospital room. A man wearing a white coat was writing something on a chart, and when he saw Zach's eyes open, said, "Ah, I see you're awake. I am Doctor Sacecrous. You were brought here two days ago. You were badly beaten at school."

Zach tried to speak, and found his throat stiff and sore. The doctor saw his problem and handed him a glass from his bedside table. The ice-cold water soothed his throat, and he was finally able to speak. "Where are my parents?" he asked gruffly, realizing he was alone in the room save for the doctor.

The doctor looked sad, and gently laid a hand on Zach's shoulder and said, "Ah, well, you see, when we identified you, we called them and they rushed right over. Unfortunately, they were in a horrible accident as they were rushing over, and they were broadsided by an Aetna Insurance agent. They all died instantly, as did your two sisters and pet dog who were also in the car."

"NOOOOOO!" Zach wailed.

The doctor leaned over and adjusted the IV unit and Zach suddenly felt sleepy.

"Child services will be seeing you tomorrow. One of your friends from school has been here almost constantly since you were first brought here."

"Who?" asked Zach, but dozed off before hearing the answer.

When Zach awakened, Corey was there. "I'm so glad you're going to be okay. You have a concussion, a broken nose, and some bruised ribs. Do you remember who did this to you?"

"No, I don't," said Zach glad to see a friendly face.

"My parents have agreed to take you in. You can live with me if you want instead of being put in a foster home."

"Really? I guess that would be better. But why would they do that? Why would you want them to? We just met and don't know each other at all."

"You know how those old hippies are. They just want some new cause, and you're that cause."

"That makes me feel so good to be someone's latest and greatest project," said Zach sarcastically. "Besides, how could I pay them?"

"Dude, you don't know?"

"Know what?"

"Your parents had ten million dollars in life insurance. You'll get it when you're 18, but until then you'll get a nice, healthy allowance every month that will more than cover anything you could ever want."

Zach didn't know what to think of that. His family had always been comfortable but never wealthy. Now, suddenly, he was rich. He was thinking of this when it occurred to him that Corey hadn't answered his second question. He decided not to press him.

Later, Corey's mother came in and introduced herself. "Hello, Zach, we've heard so much about you. I'm Lucy LaGarce-Fillechat, Zach's mother but you can call me Lucy or Mom. I'll admit to being a bit surprised at Corey's request, but he's always been an honest, caring, and intelligent boy."

Soon, everything was arranged and Zach was discharged from the hospital. His ribs were sore but getting better and his nose was taped up. He went home with Corey, still feeling a bit sad.

"What about my stuff?" Zach sullenly asked.

"We'll worry about that in a few days."

"Come on, Zach, I'll show you my room," said Corey, bounding up the stairs while Zach hobbled along behind him. Once they were out of earshot, Corey quietly added, "And, if you want, you can sleep in my room, too. There's plenty of room in my bed."

"Won't your parents freak out?"

"They almost never even come to my room. What they don't know won't hurt them."

"I guess this means you're gay, and you're assuming I am too."

Corey stopped and blushed. "Well, I mean, I heard what you told Tiffany, and I was hoping, and I assumed... Oh, man, sorry."

"Actually, I am. But nobody knows," said Zach defiantly.

"Everyone knows by now. Tiffany probably told the whole school. It made the rounds via text message along with the fight news."

"Oh well," said Zach remembering that he had told Tiffany. "Besides, I noticed you said you were hoping I was."

Codey smiled.

* * * * * *

Just before dinner, Corey's father came home. Zach stared at the hunky specimen of manhood and realized where Corey's looks came from. The most remarkable thing was Mr. Fillechat was wearing a suit that highlighted his sculpted body, a long ponytail, trailing behind him.

"Hello, Zach, I am Taylor Fillechat. Welcome to our home. Your home."

"Thank you, sir. I appreciate it."

"Anytime, son. Call me Taylor, or even Dad if you're comfortable with it."

They ate their dinner, but Zach, despite his best efforts kept yawning. Corey noticed it, and said. "Come on, Zach, why don't you go to bed? It's been a long day. You can sleep in my bed, and I'll use the sleeping bag on the floor."

Corey's parents excused them both, and they went up to his room. Zach undressed, and got in to bed, naked as was his custom. He didn't even notice Corey staring at him hungrily the whole time. Zach fell fast asleep in moments. Corey quietly climbed into bed with Zach after getting undressed except for his boxers, which were tented out.

He put his arm around Zach, who didn't awaken and tried to fall asleep but his member continued to get harder until it was harder than the hardest steel, keeping him from sleep. Soon, he felt his hand wandering involuntarily, as if it had a mind of its own, down Zach's body, feeling the silky skin of his hairless chest and the hard muscles underneath. Soon, he made gentle contact with the object of his desires. He knew what made a boy happy, and proceeded to gently do so, hoping Zach wouldn't wake up. Zach didn't move through the entire ordeal and the end was a messy explosion representative of Mount Vesuvius.

As Corey was getting ready to take care of his own needs, Zach muttered "Thanks, Corey, I needed that. Can I return the favour?"

"God, yes, that would be awesome," exclaimed Corey, rolling on his back to make it easy for Zach to pull down his boxers. Corey closed his eyes, looking forward to some exquisite hand action. What he felt was a warmness and moistness unlike anything he had felt before. He screamed in joy at the resulting explosion that came in moments.

"SHHH! You'll wake your parents."

"Sorry. Man. That was fucking fantastic. Where did you get so good? That couldn't have possibly been your first time," asked Corey before locking lips with Zach and sharing the taste of the experience.

"It was, though. I learned so much from the Internet. It's an amazing thing, you know," said Zach after they broke their kiss and he relished the strange new flavour, knowing he wanted more of it, and soon. He noted that his flavour and Corey's weren't the same. This revelation definitely needed more research.

They took turns throughout the night, getting bolder and bolder, trying new things, and just exploring everything they could. They got very little rest before finally dozing off near sunrise. They were naked, intertwined, laying on top of the covers, the smell of sweat and semen rank in the enclosed room.

"Boys! WAKE UP!" shouted Corey's mother.

The boys awakened and realized she was in the room, staring at their tangled arms and legs, their erections trapped between them but still visible, and they hastened to cover themselves, both blushing profusely.

"Sorry. I knocked loudly several times. Then, I yelled, but you didn't answer. I had to come in. Come down to brunch when you're cleaned up," said Lucy, her face unreadable, before turning and then shutting the door behind her.

The boys showered together to speed it up, although things slowed down somewhat as they couldn't help but clean themselves, inside and out. Then, sheepishly on Corey's part, guiltily and with fear on Zach's, they went down to face their certain doom. They sat at the breakfast table, but things went normally, a fact that stunned them. They were very nervous, but it was just another meal despite the fact they felt awkward. Finally, Corey could take it no more and asked, "Aren't you going to say anything?"

"Yes, as soon as you brought it up. Son, we are very disappointed in you."

"I'm sorry Dad, but I can't help being gay."

"We know that son. But that's not why we're disappointed. We've suspected you've been gay for a while. We're just disappointed you didn't tell us and that we had to find out like we did. We're disappointed you didn't trust us."

"I'm sorry," added Zach. "I'll turn myself over to protective services first thing Monday morning. I'm sure you want me out of your house now."

"No, that's all right. Nothing could be further from the truth. We understand boys will be boys and do what they will. We're happy you found each other. Everything will be fine. Though we'll have to let you have separate rooms. With all the noise you made last night, the groaning and sighing and the bed squeaking and worse, we'll never get any sleep."

Zach blushed, and Corey moved closer to him and draped his arm around his shoulder. Zach and Corey remained together for many years and lived happy, productive lives.

Quick Note From The Author: If you think you've read this story before, you have: dozens of times in dozens of places. This story is not to be taken seriously. It's poorly written on purpose. While I've kept it grammatically accurate, I've done my best to emulate hack writing and amateur style. I have managed to use every horrible cliché from the genre I could think of. Sadly, I'm sure someone will really like this and think it's got promise. I assure you: it doesn't. This is intended as an amusing diversion at best and I hope you enjoyed it on that level.

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