From the Mind of Me

In Circles

Warnings and stuff only noobs care about- This story has gay people that fall in love with each other. Yay. It also has gay fucking, and other gay-related things. In short, this story is pretty damn gay. So if that sounds at all unappealing, go away.

Now that all of the noobs have left, we shall carry on.

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Part One- Chapter Two

My next class is kind of fun. It’s Web Design, and there’s these two hilarious nerds I sit next to that are always bugging each other about this that and the other thing. I talk to them a lot too, but more often than not they’re arguing to much to carry on a conversation.

The one on my right is named Connor. I have good reason to believe that he is insane. He has the appearance of your stereotypical nerd. Glasses, hair that his mother obviously cut for him, and he’s skinnier than half the girls in modeling. He talks in an extremely high and nasal voice, and breaths louder than I normally talk. He also never shuts up about the idea that he’s in love with me. Which doesn’t make sense because when I first met him he was troubling over what girl he wanted to take to the dance and was very afraid of my gayness. Now he’s decided he’s going to marry me. He literally tells people that we’re engaged. I really just find it funny.

On the right is Ned. Ned is… normal. I don’t think he’s insane like Connor but he’s a little strange. He’s extremely smart too, and polite. He blushes every time anyone talks to him and sort of shies away. At first he annoyed me, but he grew on me, and now I might call him somewhat of a friend. But he’s so unlike all my other friends that I can hardly imagine that.

“Hey Ned?” I poke him. He looks at me with big curious blue eyes, he’s actually kind of cute sometimes. “Can you look at this coding, something’s not right but I can’t see what it is.” I point to my screen.

He looks at it for a while and then says “Show me the image codes” So I do. A minute later I feel Connor leaning over to see my screen, his head keeps getting closer and closer to me, for some reason I’m a little scared it might touch me. I have this urge to poke it away.

“Let me see, Ned!” He suddenly shouts, slapping Ned’s arm.

“No,” Ned replied, more harshly than he would to anyone else. “I can do it,” He said.

Connor glares at him for a long time, so long that it even starts to creep me out and I scoot away.

“Shane wants me to do it!” He suddenly yells. We most likely have the teachers attention by now. “Don’t you Shane?” He’s looking at me now, pouting. God, don’t put me on the fucking spot for this.

“Connor!” Mr. Tucker saves me by bellowing across the room. “Settle down!” He is the scariest, loudest teacher in existence, by the way.

Connor goes silent, turns back to his own computer and puts his chin down on the table. He reminds me of a dog that just got smacked for chewing shoes.

“There!” I hear Ned chirp from beside me and look at my screen. The web page looks exactly like I want it to. Yay, he’s so smart, I could hug him.

“Thanks, Ned,” I say, smiling. He blushes a little and turned back to his own work. He’s already almost finished, while I’m barely halfway through. I look at Connor and he’s glowering at Ned with what I could only describe as jealousy.

I thought it would be mean to chuckle, so I just smirked and continued on the assignment.

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I’m feeling really giddy all of the sudden for some reason. I just left computer class and I feel like skipping down the hallway singing ‘skip skip skipedy skip.’ I’m imagining it in my head as I walk to my locker like any good, normal little boy would.

I spot Tony on the way there and smile insanely hugely, as this is the first time I’ve seen him all day.

Tony is what one might refer to as my best friend. Scratch that, he is my best friend. I’ve known him since fifth grade and from then on we were like the same being. He knows I used to spend long hours trying on my sister’s make up, and I know that he used to enjoy jerking off his mom’s dog to see how good he was at hand jobs. That dog died when it was like seven years old.

Anyway, Tony is also the most adorable looking human being on the face of the earth. Most girls tend to say he’s hot but I think it’s more accurate to go with really, really damn cute. He’s on the football team, but he looks more like someone that would be obsessed with books and computers, as well as really, really smart. He always ties his sexy brown fuckable hair back into really messy ponytails and I think it makes him look like a librarian or something. So fucking hot. I mean cute.

I swear, I’m in love with Tony. Well okay, I’m not IN love with him, I do love him as a friend… and I would love to share with him a long night of naked sweaty passion, but I really don’t have a desire to be tied down to him. Like, you know, date him.

Sad thing is, he’s straight. I know! What kind of straight guy jacks off his dog to see if he’s good at hand jobs? A closet gay, of course. If it weren’t for his girlfriend whom he’s been with since seventh grade, and was also the first person he’s ever dated, I would prod him out of that closet with my sexiness. He also hates cheaters and cheating with every fiber of his being, so if I tried to get him while he’s with her he’d probably damn me to hell.

By the way, he knows I want to fuck him, has since like eighth grade.

So anyway, now that you know everything there is to know about Tony Reynolds, let’s go say hi to him! Shall we?

“Rar!” Instead of saying hi I decide to jump on his back and wrap my legs around him. ‘Cause he was facing the other way and it was just the most perfect opportunity for a tackle-hug.

I think he may have pissed his pants at one point but he managed to put his hands under my thighs and hold me up.

“You scared the shit out of me,” He growled. Oh, so he is still in shock. Oh well, I ignore him and press my cheek against his back.

“Mmm! You’re so strong!” He really is, because I’m not light. I’m like at least 130 pounds or something. He’s my fucking hero.

“I know,” He laughs. I want to comment on how lame that reply was but then I spot a flash of purple hair. It’s my turn to be the bottom!

I mean like… of the piggyback-ride thing.

I jump off Tony’s back and he makes this sort of relieved sigh, and then he like looks down all nervously. It’s weird, but I shrug it off to try and seek out the purple hair.

I never really do. But a moment later the purple hair is like hanging in my face because Carly has jumped on my back and her head is like hovering above mine so here hair is molesting my head. And her legs are molesting my waist and eww… she’s wearing a skirt. Which means her girly underwear and vaginal discharge are pressed against my back.

“Looking for meeee?” She hums in my ear. I think she’s trying to sound sexy or something. I’ve never actually been able to convince her that I’m completely and utterly GAY.

“No, get off,” I snap at her. She pouts like I’ve stepped on her hamster. See, most of the time when her and I are in the same place at the same time, she spends every second of that time hanging on my back. So she isn’t accustomed to me telling her to get off. “Your yuckiness is rubbing all over my back!” I sort of squeal. I don’t want to drop her but just thinking of it makes me want to throw up.

There’s a pause and then I feel her lower body moving in little circles and then up and down and she’s fucking humping me! I drop her. She falls on her ass and her skirt goes up and displays everything she owns.

A group of Juniors in the corner shield their eyes from it and I have an urge to shout “Fags!” at them. It’s a perfect opportunity after all.

Carly looks pissed. She’s still on the ground, busy trying to pull her skirt down to cover herself. It’s one of those straight clingy jean skirts so she has a hard time pulling it down. By the time she gets settled, half the population of the hallway is giggling.

I should probably offer to help her up, but for whatever reason I don’t.

“That was evil,” She hissed once on her feet. “My ass is going to be so sore.”

“Bet I could make it even more so,” Marsh has suddenly appeared, and he’s whispering this into her ear like the sex fiend he is.

She barks at him. No, like literally BARKS. Like a short, sharp, RARF! It was weird, but I guess it was loud enough so he backs off. Mark is there too, and Marsh is standing behind him, staring at his ass I think.

Mark has a rather attractive butt I must say.

“Fuck Shane,” Carly groans, “You are so going to pay for that,” I’m shaking in my undies. After that she walks away.

Carly is just like this… person. Sometimes I hate her more than anyone on the face of the earth and sometimes she’s my best friend. Depends on my mood, and hers I guess.

Marsh is busy molesting Mark as usual (I have the sneaking suspicion that Marsh has a crush on him.) They’re both giggling madly.

Trisha has arrived at Tony’s locker and they’ve got the whole ‘lost in each other’s eyes’ thing going on. Trisha must’ve just said something really complimenting or romantic because Tony is blushing and it’s the cutest fucking thing on the face of the earth.

If it isn’t obvious, Trisha is Tony’s beloved, irreplaceable girlfriend. I don’t like her. Maybe I’m just jealous, but sometimes I have the urge to push her off a cliff just for existing.

The fucked up thing about them is that they’ve been together for a little less than six years and they’ve only had sex like 8 times. That’s barely once a year! I mean, don’t normal people do it at least once a week? Or month maybe? I don’t know, it just bugs me because Tony is horny as fuck and thanks to Trisha he doesn’t get much.

I don’t really know how horny he is actually. But if he’s anything like me, and I like I said we’re like the same being, he’s pretty damn fucking horny.

You know… the more I think about it the more I realize that we really aren’t anywhere close to being the same being anymore… at all. Oh well, Tony still loves me more than anyone else. That’s what matters.

They kiss. I start having one of my push-Trisha-off-cliff moments.

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It’s right before the last period of the day. Insignificant Clark is standing by Jason’s locker. He’s waiting… guarding. He’s got a look on his face that makes me afraid he’s going to stab Jason seven times when he shows up. I don’t know why seven, it’s just his lucky number or something.

So, in attempt to rescue Jason from this fate, I decide I am going to go interrupt Insignificant Clark and his evil plans.

I sneak over behind him and let be known my presence. “Hey, Clark,” I was THIS close to calling him Insignificant.

He whips around to look at me, at first like he’s going to stab ME seven times. But then I think he recognizes and the look on his face makes me feel like I’m as famous and loved and sexy as Brad Pitt. I love this guy.

“Um, Hi. Shane,” He says all shyly. Not Jason’s irritated shyly, more like ‘I want you to fuck me SO bad but I’m afraid to say it’ shyly. I’m good at reading people.

Suddenly I feel little reason why I shouldn’t grant this wish of his. I mean sure, he’s insignificant, but how bad a lay can he be? I bet he’s a virgin, which is always a plus.

“So,” I put on an act of the nervous but excited little boy with my hands inside the rims of my pockets, leaning against the locker with a tiny smirk. “I was wondering…” I look down at his shoes and bite my lip a little. Because biting your lip is both sexy and adorable at the same time. “…If you wanted to… go out with me… sometime?” Insert my best nervously hopeful expression, pauses between words, and a little tiny hint of plea in my voice and I got him right where I want him.

He says nothing for a long, long time, just stares at me. It’s getting really fucking creepy coming from this guy but I manage to keep the hopefulness in my expression.

I don’t even get to find out how long he would’ve stared like that because Jason steps in between us to get to his locker and Clark snaps out of it.

“Um, yeah, yeah sure!” He says with lots of enthusiasm, standing on his toes to look over Jason’s head at me. What a moron, wouldn’t it be easier to just step a little too the side?

“Great,” I grin a not to excessively victorious, but thankful smile. “See you on Saturday,” I give him a little wave and then leave the scene. Talking to Jason at the time I felt would have ruined the whole thing, so I decided it could wait until later. When Insignificant Clark isn’t around.

Man, I’ve got to stop calling him that if I’m going to pretend to date him. After all, he’s Jason’s friend, and if I get close to him, I can get close to Jason too.

At least I hope so.

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Ninth period (which is the last period of the school day) is the highlight of all my days as a senior. Why? Because that is the period I have Study Hall in the cafeteria with Mrs. Zep who doesn’t pay attention to shit. And there’s so many people in that room at the time that I can just walk out the door into the halls without being spotted. Sure, I’ve gotten caught like twice. But if they catch you once, they think they’ve caught you every time. They don’t even suspect that I’ve been doing this every day.

Well, Dan does, who is our assistant principal. But he avoids the issue because he’s like the coolest full-grown man authority figure on the face of the earth. And because he’s afraid of what I might say I do during the time that I’m gone from study hall.

All he knows is that I don’t vandalize anything, and that’s good enough for him.

Anyway, so what do I do when I sneak out of there? Funny you should ask.

See, there’s this whore of a Freshman named Chase. And please don’t take that as me insulting him because I’m fucking in love with this kid. Anyway, after eighth period, the daytime Janitor person goes home, and the after hours one doesn’t show up until all or most of the students have left. So for like one whole period the utility closet isn’t being used.

I don’t know how the hell he got it, but Chase has a key to that room. He actually has numerous keys to different rooms in the school but I haven’t asked about them much because that one is all I really care about.

I don’t know how the hell he’s able to sneak out of his class that period, because he has Science or something. I think he may have once said something about telling the teacher he has bladder problems and needs to take really long bathroom brakes. Sounds idiotic, but I really don’t give a shit.

We have plans to meet by the door to the utility closet by default every day at ninth period. Sometimes he misses, sometimes I miss, but most of the time we both show up. We’re very inconspicuous about it. We don’t speak or even acknowledge each other until no students or teachers are in sight. These are Chase’s rules, but I’m fine following them because he gives the best blowjobs on the planet.

So we met by the door as usual that day, I stayed on the other side of the hallways and he sort of acted like he was trying to open one of the lockers as one of the teachers walked by. I rolled my eyes, he was definitely over doing the secretiveness. As soon as the teacher was gone, he raced back over to the door, took out his key, and unlocked it. After that he beckoned me inside and I sped over, pushing him further in and shutting the door behind me.

“Don’t slam it like that!” He growled. “You’ll make too much noise!”

“I don’t really give a shit Chase,” I stood right in front of him, looking down at him with him looking down at me. My expression was predatory, and his was like… prey. “I’m really fucking horny right now,” with that I dipped my head down and our lips met. His arms were wrapped around me and he was clinging to me in a second.

This is mostly what we do, some rough making out, lots of touching, sometimes rubbing, grinding, unbuttoning of pants. Now and then, maybe about once every two weeks I’ll be able to get him to go down on me, but mostly he just likes the kissing.

We’ve never actually had sex. Something about him not wanting to go too far into cheating on his girlfriend. I don’t get what the difference is whether he’s blowing, kissing, of fucking me, but whatever.

I think fucking in a Janitor closet would be going a little too far anyway, even for me. At least with Chase. I might fuck Jason in the closet if I can’t get him anywhere else.

I really shouldn’t think about Jason while my hands are down the pants of a lovely redheaded freshman.

It’s a little weird too. Because most freshman come out of anti-sex middle school and are like “Oh my god! There’s gay people! RUN! HIDE!” But Chase was more like “Oh my god, a gay person! Molest!” It’s true. He said he never even thought about touching a dude until he found out about my gayness. Which is known to everyone who is aware of my existence. I find that a little strange, but I’m not complaining. One day he just decided to put his little freshman hands up my shirt and I couldn’t resist.

Does that make me a whore? Or a pedophile? Or a sex fiend?

Oh well. It’s not like he was showing off, he only does shit like that when no one’s around. It’s actually quite amusing.

About five minutes later I have him up against one of the walls, which I clear by knocking a few brooms and mops over, and our mouths finally detach. We’re both breathing as loud as Connor.

That was a bad, very bad comparison.

“Shit,” He pressed the back of his head against the wall. He looked thoroughly kissed, his lips were all puffy and his hair was sticking out every which way. I imagine I didn’t look much better. “I should probably… go to the bathroom and get cleaned up so I can…” He breathed in and out. “…go back to class.”

I nod and release him. We come out of the closet (fag jokes) and he locks the door, giving me a little wave before he leaves. It’s always like this. We never talk much at all, just molest each other and then go back to our business. I like it that way, it makes it so he’s only on my mind at one time of day. Not that he’s a bad person to have on your mind, but I don’t want my life revolving around ninth period make-out sessions.

“Shane Fulmer!”

Oh shit.

Mrs. Zep is stomping down the hallway at what I think is her fastest stomping-old-lady speed, and I’m fearing for my life, I really am. I think she’s going to maul me.

“This is the third time you’ve left study hall without permission!”

Uh… actually it’s like the hundredth time.

“I don’t know what you do, but I am going to find out! Every wall you’ve spray-painted, every desk you’ve scratched your name into. I am going to find it!” She’s still walking toward me, she’s about half-way here, now shaking her fist in the air.

Please, please, just tell me to go to the principal’s office now.

“Go to the principals office right now!”

Yay! So I go.

Dan is there, which makes me do another mental “yay” and I just… sit down like a good boy. He looks up to see who it is and I can just see the utter horror in his eyes. He glances at the clock, and then back at me.

Oh yes, Mr. Dan, it is ninth period. Which means he knows exactly why I am here.

“Shane…” He starts, in that principal-like manner. “How many times have you ditched your study hall now?”

“Uh… like…” I wanted to say hundreds, but he cut me off.

“Wait,” He put a hand up. “How many times have you gotten caught doing it? That’s all I care to hear about,”

“This would be my third,” I said. He sighed.

“You realize that soon I’m going to have to suspend you if you keep this up?” He says. I pout a little, Danny would never suspect me, he loves me way too much.

“I won’t get caught…”

“No, Shane,” He cuts me off again. Wow, Dan is being exceptionally mean today. “I want it to stop. Completely. In fact I’m asking Mrs. Zep to assign you a seat and make sure you sit in it all period,”

My jaw drops. “But… Dan!”

“It’s Mr. Rochelle to you. And you can tell whoever it is you’re meeting every day that he’d better stop conning his way out of class and to immediately turn in the keys he has stolen.”

Fuck. He knows a lot more than I thought he did.

“Well who the hell shoved a log up your ass?” I glowered at him. He looked at me and I caught a sort of moment of weakness and then he turned back to looking all firm.

“Go to class, Shane,” He says. I get up and start toward the door, stopping just as I step out, I look back.

“It’s Mr. Fulmer to you,” and then I leave, refraining myself from slamming the door to piss him off. I don’t know why I have the urge to do so, since he’s obviously having a shitty day. But his shitty mood is interfering with my fun.

I wonder if he really is going to assign me a seat. That would suck. No way I’d be able to sneak away under those circumstances.

Mrs. Zep is glaring daggers at me when I walk into the Study Hall, she doesn’t stop until the bell rings and we all leave.

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A/N- You’re amazed by the originality of my chapter titles. Amazed.

I put the authors note in chapter one. I have nothing to say.

Except that I’m a Super Cheesepuff.