A Class By Himself (boyxboy)

A Class By Himself 2

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"A Class By Himself 2"

It had only been two weeks since Tanner and I had fallen in love. Since we allowed each other to fall in love. And I'm being totally honest when I say that...every day of the week, I fall deeper and deeper in love with him. There's always some new corner to turn or some lovable piece of his personality that I hadn't seen before. And that only urged me to dig even deeper into who he was, and snuggle myself into that part of him as best as I could. My heart never seemed to get enough. Tanner couldn't enter my thoughts, even for a split second, without simply blocking out everything else. Tanner's gorgeous smile invaded my imagination every second of the day and it brought a smile to face, every time. It was almost scary, the way he became this all important part of me. His golden brown hair, his soft pink lips, his silky skin, his cute little smile...how could I have been so involved with one boy? Or an even better question...how can I see past all of that physical beauty, and still see an even greater treasure below the surface. Some people are cute, some people are cool, some people are gay....but to find all three in one person is a winning lottery ticket if ever I saw one.

Tanner and I, we did everything together. He'd take me to the movies on the weekends most of the time, even if we had seen it already, even if the movie sucked. We had a blast when we went to go see some children's movie about some dumb fluffy teddy bear having an adventure in the woods and tried to get back to the big city! Hahaha, we just basically talked through the whole ridiculous movie and made every low brow sexual we could about the storyline. I'm sure we made some parents mad that night, but the kids seemed more interested in OUR conversation than the movie. I'm really surprised that we didn't get kicked out of there.

He also came over and helped me set up the basketball backboard up against the side of my house in front of the driveway. My mom came out to help, but she's...well...a girl in the purest form of the word. Besides, if I got one more warning about 'not breaking a window once this thing is up', I was liable to break one with a rock just for spite. So, after some giggles at our meek attempts to get it set up right, I think we finally got it to stay. Hehehe, I think it was stable for a day and a half, until late one night my mom and I woke up to the inevitable crash of it falling down to the concrete below. After that, Tanner got some friends of his to do it the CORRECT way! Voila, perfection at last.

As for the other kids at school, they seemed to treat me a little better when Tanner was around. When he wasn't....well let's just say the turned the snobbery button down a bit more than usual. Nothing had changed, I knew that, but at least they put forth some effort to keep it to themselves ever since they saw me hanging out with one "one of their own". Basically...they just kept their whispers down to a minimum until our backs were turned. It didn't bother me in the least anymore though. All the money in the world couldn't buy the feelings I had surging through my body all day long. It couldn't buy the hidden kisses that Tanner would give me when we could find time alone. It certainly couldn't buy the laughs we shared together, or the good memories we were building everytime we went out somewhere. The way I see it, it was the rich kids who should have envied ME. It's just too bad that they would never understand that.

The only cramp in the plan was that I didn't get to see my lover boy as much as I wanted to. Alone, I mean. We were in two different parts of town, and he lived a half an hour away by bus. Considering that school took up most of the day, and homework took up most of what was left, that didn't leave much time for us to visit during the week. My mom was pretty clear on me studying and keeping my grades up, so school days were pretty much off limits, but boy did I run over there on the weekends! Those were our 'naughty' times together. And we were usually so built up over the week, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other for more than the time it took to get to a quiet secluded part of his house. The touch of him, the smell,the taste...I would be drunk with it for hours afterwards, and my whole body would float in a zen like state for the rest of the weekend. He was so amazing.