# The gay one (ch 1

Author: SilentHusky
Tags: Cute, Dirtbikes, Gay, Husky, Love

#1 of The gay one

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The&nbsp;Gay&nbsp;One

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dec/18/2015

"How&nbsp;is&nbsp;it&nbsp;raining!"&nbsp;I&nbsp;exclaimed&nbsp;through&nbsp;the&nbsp;hood&nbsp;of&nbsp;my&nbsp;jacket&nbsp;as&nbsp;i&nbsp;waited&nbsp;for&nbsp;my&nbsp;bus&nbsp;to&nbsp;arrive&nbsp;late&nbsp;as&nbsp;usual.

It&nbsp;was&nbsp;the&nbsp;day&nbsp;before&nbsp;Christmas&nbsp;break&nbsp;started,&nbsp;it&nbsp;was&nbsp;supposed&nbsp;to&nbsp;snow.&nbsp;I&nbsp;know&nbsp;i&nbsp;live&nbsp;in&nbsp;the&nbsp;south&nbsp;but&nbsp;why&nbsp;is&nbsp;it&nbsp;raining?&nbsp;Among&nbsp;that&nbsp;it&nbsp;was&nbsp;just&nbsp;above&nbsp;freezing,&nbsp;and&nbsp;for&nbsp;me&nbsp;that&nbsp;sucked.&nbsp;I'm&nbsp;a&nbsp;5'7,&nbsp;106&nbsp;pound&nbsp;husky.&nbsp;And&nbsp;when&nbsp;you&nbsp;are&nbsp;as&nbsp;skinny&nbsp;as&nbsp;i&nbsp;am&nbsp;it&nbsp;gets&nbsp;really&nbsp;cold.&nbsp;Really&nbsp;quick.&nbsp;Even&nbsp;though&nbsp;my&nbsp;fur&nbsp;was&nbsp;dark&nbsp;grey&nbsp;with&nbsp;red&nbsp;outline&nbsp;it&nbsp;didn't&nbsp;help&nbsp;me.&nbsp;So&nbsp;i&nbsp;paced&nbsp;around&nbsp;the&nbsp;front&nbsp;of&nbsp;our&nbsp;driveway&nbsp;for&nbsp;a&nbsp;few&nbsp;minutes&nbsp;till&nbsp;i&nbsp;saw,&nbsp;more&nbsp;heard&nbsp;the&nbsp;bus&nbsp;rumble&nbsp;down&nbsp;the&nbsp;street&nbsp;and&nbsp;come&nbsp;to&nbsp;a&nbsp;screeching&nbsp;halt&nbsp;in&nbsp;front&nbsp;of&nbsp;the&nbsp;driveway.&nbsp;I&nbsp;shuffled&nbsp;myself&nbsp;onto&nbsp;the&nbsp;bus&nbsp;and&nbsp;avoided&nbsp;looking&nbsp;at&nbsp;all&nbsp;but&nbsp;the&nbsp;ground&nbsp;and&nbsp;my&nbsp;empty&nbsp;seat.&nbsp;I&nbsp;sat&nbsp;down&nbsp;and&nbsp;silently&nbsp;took&nbsp;out&nbsp;my&nbsp;phone,&nbsp;plugged&nbsp;in&nbsp;my&nbsp;earbuds,&nbsp;and&nbsp;cranked&nbsp;the&nbsp;volume&nbsp;till&nbsp;all&nbsp;i&nbsp;could&nbsp;hear&nbsp;was&nbsp;the&nbsp;sound&nbsp;of&nbsp;heavy&nbsp;metal&nbsp;in&nbsp;my&nbsp;ears&nbsp;as&nbsp;i&nbsp;curled&nbsp;up&nbsp;into&nbsp;a&nbsp;ball&nbsp;and&nbsp;looked&nbsp;out&nbsp;the&nbsp;window&nbsp;and&nbsp;fell&nbsp;asleep.

I&nbsp;woke&nbsp;with&nbsp;a&nbsp;start&nbsp;as&nbsp;the&nbsp;bus&nbsp;slammed&nbsp;to&nbsp;a&nbsp;halt.&nbsp;I&nbsp;yawned&nbsp;and&nbsp;looked&nbsp;out&nbsp;the&nbsp;window&nbsp;and&nbsp;frowned,&nbsp;i&nbsp;saw&nbsp;the&nbsp;bus&nbsp;lot&nbsp;of&nbsp;my&nbsp;school.&nbsp;I&nbsp;grudgingly&nbsp;got&nbsp;up&nbsp;and&nbsp;quickly&nbsp;got&nbsp;off&nbsp;the&nbsp;bus&nbsp;and&nbsp;headed&nbsp;to&nbsp;the&nbsp;front&nbsp;of&nbsp;the&nbsp;200&nbsp;building&nbsp;where&nbsp;i&nbsp;hang&nbsp;out&nbsp;in&nbsp;mostly&nbsp;silence&nbsp;with&nbsp;a&nbsp;few&nbsp;people.&nbsp;They&nbsp;aren't&nbsp;friends&nbsp;and&nbsp;are&nbsp;rather&nbsp;mean&nbsp;but&nbsp;it&nbsp;keeps&nbsp;me&nbsp;from&nbsp;crying&nbsp;in&nbsp;a&nbsp;corner&nbsp;so&nbsp;i&nbsp;deal&nbsp;with&nbsp;the&nbsp;nut&nbsp;punches&nbsp;and&nbsp;torment&nbsp;with&nbsp;a&nbsp;forced&nbsp;smile.&nbsp;When&nbsp;the&nbsp;1st&nbsp;period&nbsp;tone&nbsp;sounded&nbsp;i&nbsp;quickly&nbsp;ran&nbsp;to&nbsp;the&nbsp;one&nbsp;of&nbsp;the&nbsp;two&nbsp;classes&nbsp;i&nbsp;actually&nbsp;like,&nbsp;JROTC&nbsp;(Junior&nbsp;Reserve&nbsp;Officers&nbsp;Training&nbsp;Corps)&nbsp;and&nbsp;took&nbsp;my&nbsp;seat.&nbsp;For&nbsp;the&nbsp;next&nbsp;hour&nbsp;we&nbsp;did&nbsp;training&nbsp;and&nbsp;drill,&nbsp;and&nbsp;i&nbsp;loved&nbsp;it.&nbsp;All&nbsp;i&nbsp;could&nbsp;hear&nbsp;where&nbsp;the&nbsp;commands&nbsp;and&nbsp;the&nbsp;beat&nbsp;of&nbsp;the&nbsp;cadences.&nbsp;Then&nbsp;the&nbsp;2nd&nbsp;class&nbsp;tone&nbsp;hits&nbsp;and&nbsp;i&nbsp;groan.&nbsp;World&nbsp;Geography,&nbsp;the&nbsp;teacher&nbsp;hates&nbsp;me&nbsp;i&nbsp;swear.&nbsp;My&nbsp;grades&nbsp;are&nbsp;crap&nbsp;in&nbsp;there.&nbsp;So&nbsp;it&nbsp;sit&nbsp;and&nbsp;listen&nbsp;to&nbsp;the&nbsp;teacher&nbsp;go&nbsp;on&nbsp;and&nbsp;on&nbsp;about&nbsp;the&nbsp;origin&nbsp;of&nbsp;Christmas.&nbsp;My&nbsp;next&nbsp;class&nbsp;was&nbsp;Algebra&nbsp;one,&nbsp;and&nbsp;this&nbsp;one&nbsp;was&nbsp;the&nbsp;same&nbsp;as&nbsp;the&nbsp;last.&nbsp;Only&nbsp;that&nbsp;the&nbsp;teacher&nbsp;was&nbsp;out&nbsp;and&nbsp;there&nbsp;was&nbsp;a&nbsp;substitute,&nbsp;so&nbsp;naturally&nbsp;everyone&nbsp;was&nbsp;absolutely&nbsp;insane.&nbsp;I&nbsp;was&nbsp;alone&nbsp;in&nbsp;a&nbsp;corner,&nbsp;face&nbsp;deep&nbsp;in&nbsp;a&nbsp;book&nbsp;when&nbsp;my&nbsp;ears&nbsp;caught&nbsp;something.

"Dis&nbsp;you&nbsp;hear&nbsp;about&nbsp;that&nbsp;new&nbsp;kid?"&nbsp;a&nbsp;female&nbsp;cat&nbsp;said

"The&nbsp;gay&nbsp;one?&nbsp;Yeah&nbsp;i&nbsp;heard&nbsp;of&nbsp;'em.&nbsp;Saw&nbsp;him&nbsp;to.&nbsp;Plays&nbsp;on&nbsp;the&nbsp;soccer&nbsp;team,&nbsp;typical&nbsp;queer."&nbsp;said&nbsp;a&nbsp;tiger&nbsp;with&nbsp;a&nbsp;sneer

The&nbsp;cat&nbsp;looked&nbsp;up&nbsp;at&nbsp;him&nbsp;"what&nbsp;do&nbsp;you&nbsp;mean?"

The&nbsp;tiger&nbsp;grimaced&nbsp;"all&nbsp;of&nbsp;the&nbsp;gays&nbsp;are&nbsp;on&nbsp;that&nbsp;damn&nbsp;team,&nbsp;all&nbsp;of&nbsp;them&nbsp;pussies&nbsp;like&nbsp;him"&nbsp;he&nbsp;jabbed&nbsp;his&nbsp;thumb&nbsp;in&nbsp;my&nbsp;direction,&nbsp;i&nbsp;stopped&nbsp;listening&nbsp;at&nbsp;that&nbsp;point&nbsp;and&nbsp;kept&nbsp;reading&nbsp;till&nbsp;the&nbsp;bell&nbsp;rang.&nbsp;I&nbsp;then&nbsp;got&nbsp;up&nbsp;and&nbsp;rushed&nbsp;to&nbsp;my&nbsp;computer&nbsp;applications&nbsp;class,&nbsp;which&nbsp;is&nbsp;the&nbsp;only&nbsp;other&nbsp;class&nbsp;i&nbsp;like.&nbsp;I&nbsp;sat&nbsp;down&nbsp;and&nbsp;began&nbsp;typing&nbsp;the&nbsp;paper&nbsp;for&nbsp;the&nbsp;day.&nbsp;It&nbsp;is&nbsp;usually&nbsp;compiled&nbsp;of&nbsp;five&nbsp;questions&nbsp;that&nbsp;have&nbsp;to&nbsp;be&nbsp;answered&nbsp;in&nbsp;a&nbsp;paragraph.&nbsp;I&nbsp;finished&nbsp;it&nbsp;quickly&nbsp;and&nbsp;relaxed&nbsp;and&nbsp;leaned&nbsp;back&nbsp;in&nbsp;my&nbsp;chair,I&nbsp;usually&nbsp;finished&nbsp;first&nbsp;so&nbsp;it&nbsp;wasn't&nbsp;unusual.&nbsp;What&nbsp;WAS&nbsp;unusual&nbsp;was&nbsp;that&nbsp;someone&nbsp;plopped&nbsp;into&nbsp;the&nbsp;chair&nbsp;beside&nbsp;me&nbsp;and&nbsp;began&nbsp;typing&nbsp;with&nbsp;such&nbsp;speed&nbsp;it&nbsp;sounded&nbsp;like&nbsp;a&nbsp;machine&nbsp;gun&nbsp;on&nbsp;steroids.&nbsp;I&nbsp;looked&nbsp;up&nbsp;and&nbsp;found&nbsp;a&nbsp;Blue&nbsp;and&nbsp;grey&nbsp;husky&nbsp;sitting&nbsp;beside&nbsp;me,&nbsp;his&nbsp;plain&nbsp;white&nbsp;shirt&nbsp;showing&nbsp;his&nbsp;muscles&nbsp;in&nbsp;clarity,I&nbsp;quickly&nbsp;looked&nbsp;away&nbsp;but&nbsp;not&nbsp;before&nbsp;he&nbsp;saw&nbsp;me&nbsp;staring&nbsp;at&nbsp;him.&nbsp;He&nbsp;smiled&nbsp;and&nbsp;asked&nbsp;in&nbsp;a&nbsp;super&nbsp;soft&nbsp;but&nbsp;still&nbsp;very&nbsp;male&nbsp;voice&nbsp;

"&nbsp;do&nbsp;we&nbsp;send&nbsp;this&nbsp;to&nbsp;the&nbsp;teacher&nbsp;in&nbsp;google&nbsp;docs&nbsp;or&nbsp;Microsoft&nbsp;word"

I&nbsp;managed&nbsp;to&nbsp;say&nbsp;"&nbsp;G-Google&nbsp;docs"&nbsp;before&nbsp;my&nbsp;jaw&nbsp;clamped&nbsp;shut.

He&nbsp;was&nbsp;unbearably&nbsp;cute,...Wait,&nbsp;CUTE?&nbsp;What&nbsp;do&nbsp;i&nbsp;mean&nbsp;by&nbsp;that?!&nbsp;I&nbsp;haven't&nbsp;seen&nbsp;myself&nbsp;as&nbsp;gay&nbsp;but&nbsp;i&nbsp;do&nbsp;have&nbsp;tendencies&nbsp;as&nbsp;such&nbsp;would&nbsp;suggest&nbsp;to&nbsp;be&nbsp;gay.

&nbsp;He&nbsp;finished&nbsp;typing&nbsp;and&nbsp;sat&nbsp;back&nbsp;in&nbsp;his&nbsp;seat.&nbsp;He&nbsp;glanced&nbsp;at&nbsp;me.

I&nbsp;Stammered&nbsp;"A-are&nbsp;you&nbsp;the&nbsp;uh..new&nbsp;kid?"

He&nbsp;smiled&nbsp;bright&nbsp;"yup!"&nbsp;he&nbsp;continued&nbsp;"&nbsp;whats&nbsp;your&nbsp;name?"

"d-Dan"&nbsp;i&nbsp;managed,&nbsp;i&nbsp;was&nbsp;mildly&nbsp;blushing&nbsp;and&nbsp;i&nbsp;couldn't&nbsp;control&nbsp;it.

"my&nbsp;name&nbsp;is&nbsp;Andy,&nbsp;Short&nbsp;for Anderson.&nbsp;Nice&nbsp;to&nbsp;meet&nbsp;ya"&nbsp;he&nbsp;stuck&nbsp;out&nbsp;his&nbsp;hand&nbsp;for&nbsp;a&nbsp;handshake&nbsp;and&nbsp;i&nbsp;took&nbsp;it&nbsp;and&nbsp;shook&nbsp;his&nbsp;hand.

"nice&nbsp;to&nbsp;meet&nbsp;someone&nbsp;who&nbsp;doesn't&nbsp;hate&nbsp;me"&nbsp;he&nbsp;exclaimed&nbsp;aloud

"what&nbsp;do&nbsp;you&nbsp;mean?"&nbsp;i&nbsp;asked,&nbsp;playing&nbsp;dumb

"no&nbsp;one&nbsp;likes&nbsp;gays&nbsp;around&nbsp;here"&nbsp;he&nbsp;said&nbsp;aloud&nbsp;for&nbsp;everyone&nbsp;to&nbsp;hear,&nbsp;and&nbsp;it&nbsp;grabbed&nbsp;a&nbsp;few&nbsp;stifled&nbsp;laughs

"yeah.."&nbsp;i&nbsp;said&nbsp;my&nbsp;eyes&nbsp;averting&nbsp;to&nbsp;his Bicepts&nbsp;that&nbsp;showed&nbsp;easily&nbsp;through&nbsp;the&nbsp;shirt.&nbsp;I&nbsp;realized&nbsp;i&nbsp;was&nbsp;staring&nbsp;and&nbsp;averted&nbsp;my&nbsp;eyes&nbsp;to&nbsp;the&nbsp;screen&nbsp;and&nbsp;opened&nbsp;a&nbsp;dirt&nbsp;bike&nbsp;flash&nbsp;game.

&nbsp;He&nbsp;asked&nbsp;with&nbsp;a&nbsp;tinge&nbsp;of&nbsp;joy&nbsp;"do&nbsp;you&nbsp;own&nbsp;a Dirtbike?"

I&nbsp;was&nbsp;suprised&nbsp;and&nbsp;answered&nbsp;"yeah,&nbsp;it's&nbsp;only&nbsp;a&nbsp;125cc Yamaha&nbsp;though."

"Hey&nbsp;i&nbsp;own&nbsp;one&nbsp;too!"&nbsp;he&nbsp;said&nbsp;with&nbsp;glee.&nbsp;"we&nbsp;should&nbsp;ride&nbsp;sometime!"&nbsp;he&nbsp;said&nbsp;extremely&nbsp;loud&nbsp;and&nbsp;it&nbsp;caught&nbsp;laughter&nbsp;from&nbsp;everyone

I&nbsp;was&nbsp;blushing&nbsp;from&nbsp;the&nbsp;laughter&nbsp;and&nbsp;managed&nbsp;a&nbsp;"yeah"&nbsp;before&nbsp;returning&nbsp;to&nbsp;the&nbsp;game.

He&nbsp;stayed&nbsp;quiet&nbsp;for&nbsp;a&nbsp;few&nbsp;minutes&nbsp;but&nbsp;before&nbsp;the&nbsp;bell&nbsp;he&nbsp;asked&nbsp;to&nbsp;see&nbsp;my&nbsp;class&nbsp;schedual&nbsp;and&nbsp;noticed&nbsp;we&nbsp;had&nbsp;the&nbsp;same&nbsp;classes&nbsp;for&nbsp;the&nbsp;rest&nbsp;of&nbsp;the&nbsp;day,&nbsp;even&nbsp;the&nbsp;same&nbsp;lunch&nbsp;and&nbsp;bus&nbsp;home.&nbsp;A&nbsp;part&nbsp;of&nbsp;me&nbsp;was&nbsp;scared&nbsp;that&nbsp;he&nbsp;could&nbsp;be&nbsp;humiliating&nbsp;me&nbsp;on&nbsp;purpose&nbsp;but&nbsp;the&nbsp;other&nbsp;part&nbsp;of&nbsp;me&nbsp;couldn't&nbsp;stop&nbsp;from&nbsp;realizing&nbsp;how&nbsp;damn&nbsp;hot&nbsp;and&nbsp;cute&nbsp;and&nbsp;funny&nbsp;he&nbsp;was&nbsp;to&nbsp;me.&nbsp;

After&nbsp;that&nbsp;class&nbsp;we&nbsp;ate&nbsp;at&nbsp;the&nbsp;same&nbsp;table&nbsp;away&nbsp;from&nbsp;everyone&nbsp;else&nbsp;and&nbsp;he&nbsp;grinned&nbsp;at&nbsp;every&nbsp;snicker&nbsp;and&nbsp;laugh&nbsp;and&nbsp;joke&nbsp;about&nbsp;us&nbsp;being&nbsp;said&nbsp;from&nbsp;the&nbsp;other&nbsp;tables.&nbsp;We&nbsp;carried&nbsp;on&nbsp;a&nbsp;conversation&nbsp;on&nbsp;trails&nbsp;we&nbsp;saw&nbsp;for&nbsp;riding,&nbsp;from&nbsp;then&nbsp;on&nbsp;the&nbsp;day&nbsp;moved&nbsp;by&nbsp;lightning&nbsp;quick.

Right&nbsp;before&nbsp;i&nbsp;got&nbsp;off&nbsp;the&nbsp;bus&nbsp;he&nbsp;handed&nbsp;me&nbsp;a&nbsp;note&nbsp;with&nbsp;his&nbsp;cell&nbsp;phone&nbsp;number&nbsp;on&nbsp;it&nbsp;and&nbsp;explained&nbsp;he&nbsp;lived&nbsp;just&nbsp;down&nbsp;the&nbsp;street&nbsp;from&nbsp;me&nbsp;and&nbsp;asked&nbsp;if&nbsp;we&nbsp;could&nbsp;ride&nbsp;the&nbsp;dirtbikes&nbsp;sometime,&nbsp;

"yeah!"&nbsp;i&nbsp;said&nbsp;aloud&nbsp;as&nbsp;i&nbsp;walked&nbsp;off&nbsp;the&nbsp;bus,&nbsp;once&nbsp;i&nbsp;was&nbsp;sure&nbsp;it&nbsp;was&nbsp;out&nbsp;of&nbsp;site&nbsp;i&nbsp;jumped&nbsp;up&nbsp;and&nbsp;down.I&nbsp;was&nbsp;really&nbsp;happy,&nbsp;and&nbsp;really..really&nbsp;in&nbsp;love

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