chapter 9

The grand opening was in one week, the first week of January. We'd be back in school and revealing our sexual orientation to the student body.

Oliver and Mason were awesome. They were both so sweet and I loved getting advice from them. We got our uniforms, a royal blue polo and black slacks. Danny looked great, as always. His round stomach and large, strong arms were covered tightly in the blue fabric. The black slacks molded beautifully to his round, bubble butt and thick, strong thighs.

It was hard to believe he was once only 200 pounds, because now he's just below 265 pounds.

My mom agreed to Danny living with us until after graduation. I loved her so much. He was bunking with me. My mom quickly suggested it because Bill said he'd be staying with Robbie.

I felt bad for Dan. His parents were total jerks and he didn't even say a word about them. I knew it hurt him that they didn't accept him the way he was. "Hey Scott," Dan whispered.

"Yeah?" I whispered back.

"Your bed is so small." It was, with both of us in it.

"Yeah, scoot in closer." I could feel small mounds of fat press closer into my trim body. I got an erection.

He felt it press against his juicy ass and turned around to face me better. He put his hand into my underwear. I felt his large, strong hand gently grab my penis. He began to stroke it slowly. "Wh...what ar...are yo...you doing?" I moaned in between each word.

"Does this feel good?" he asked in his deep, husky voice.

"We have school tomorroooooow." I was so nervous. It was my first sexual experience.

"So..." He moaned too. "Your dick is pretty big." I realized he was touching himself too.

"I'll do you next..." He stopped on himself and focused with greater attention on me. I came moments later.

I felt my way into his tight underwear and felt my hand graze his muscular, but chubby thigh. I grabbed hold of his penis and felt it pulse within my hand.

I started as slowly as he had. I was still high from my release as I moved up and down his sizable member. "Faster." I moved my hand at a quicker pace. "Uh..." He came over my hand in thick spurts.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too." We got cleaned up and went back to bed.

School flew by the next day and I realized how much I hated it. Robbie had, of course, told everyone he could about me and Danny. I stopped at my locker and saw that it was covered in paper rainbows. That was not nearly as bad as what I thought they were.

I began to tear them off when Alaire Diodore came up to my locker. He was in my French class, and was actually from France. He was one of those foreign exchange students. He was all anyone had been talking about all year. He was pretty cute, short and muscular.

He told us of his parent's bakery and how he came to America because he was the best at English in his school. He had blue eyes and blond hair. "Do you not care for ze rainbows?" I laughed at his accent and immediately felt guilty.

"No, they're okay," I said.

"For I love ze rainbow," he said seriously.

"Oh yeah?" I asked.

"Yez, ze rainbow is ze symbol of ze, how do you say...homozexual, no?"

"Uh, yeah," I said as I peeled off another rainbow.

"So do you like ze rainbow still?"

"Yes, yes I do." Rainbows were awesome. I did like the rainbow. I WAS a rainbow!

"Well, I alzo like ze rainbow." He smiled at me.

"Alaire?" He looked at me, eyes determined and serious. "Are you saying you like boys, men?"

"Yez," he said. "I am."

"Hey Scott we have to get going." Danny walked towards us quickly, his body jiggling with each long stride. I think he may have actually gotten taller.

"Dan, this is Alaire."

"It is a pleazure meeting you Dan."

"You too Alare," he said. He butchered the pronunciation of his name.

"No, Alaire. It is Alaire." I laughed.

"Alare. A-laire," Dan said, getting annoyed. His face reddened.

"Very good Dan," he said. Dan's face was getting even redder. I chuckled again.

"Bye." We were running behind. I didn't want to be late. Oliver and Mason were so nice to us, we at least had to be on time for work!

"Au revoir!"

We were in Danny's truck. The heat was blasting and I took off my scarf. "Stay away from him," Danny demanded. "Alare," he clarified.

"Alaire," I corrected.

"Whatever, just stay away from him." He clenched his fist around the steering wheel. "Got it?"

"Oh...okay."