Unexpected Love : Part 1

***This is my first story, guys, so positive feedback and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! Also, this is 100% fiction.***

It was Wednesday evening, and Tech Week was taking its toll on me. I was in the school play, Phantom of the Opera, and it was the last dress rehearsal before the show. It was getting late -- about 10:00 or so -- and they wouldn't let us leave until we had finished the show. I was extremely tired, and I was literally falling asleep backstage.

I was dimly aware of the piano playing and everyone around me singing. I mumbled a few words of the song. I knew it well; I was just too tired to focus. Eventually, Brian (he played the Phantom) slipped down into his disappearing chair and shimmied through the hole beneath the cushion. Then Reagan (she was Meg, a main character in the show, for those of you who have never seen it) walked over to the chair, threw back the curtain covering it, and picked up the Phantom's mask, which was left behind. She turned to face the audience, held up the mask, and stayed there until the lights dimmed. BAM! End of the show.

Everyone started clapping and cheering, and that jolted me awake. I began to clap and cheer as well, mainly because I could go home now.

Oh, sorry. Did I forget to describe myself? I'll do that now. I'm a junior in high school. I'm 5'7" with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm relatively fit; I have a developing six-pack (still working on it) and a 4" cock flaccid, 7" when erect. I go to a Catholic school, but I am openly gay and well accepted.

I left the gym (which is basically our auditorium) and rushed into the locker room and began changing out of costume. Once I was in my casual clothes, I put my costume on the costume rack and promptly left. I cut through the gym to get to my car and said goodbye to all my friends. As I was leaving, I accidentally bumped into Kevin.

Kevin is only a little taller than me, about 5'9", and he has brown hair like mine. His deep blue eyes are so sexy, and he is very fit (he actually has a six-pack).

Now, I know hotness isn't everything. Kevin is a senior, and he has an amazing personality. He's funny, smart, accepting, and his get all squinty when he laughs. God, he's cute.

Needless to say, I have a crush on him. I've had a crush on him since the 8th grade when I first realized I was gay. Unfortunately, he's straight as an arrow. Plus, I know his entire family. It'd be wierd if we started dating. It's best I just keep my fantasies to what they are -- just fantasies.

"Hey," he said to me. "Nice job tonight."

"Thanks. You weren't so bad yourself."

He laughed. I could listen to him laugh forever. "You know I'm just stage crew."

"Yeah, but without stage crew, where we would be? In the dark. Literally. Without any props."

He smiled and shook his head. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow," he said as he patted my shoulder and walked away.

"See you."

As I drove home, all I could think about was Kevin. He's a really nice guy; most people would've just brushed right past me instead of stopping to actually talk to me. Sure, they might have said congrats, but, honestly, it means more coming from Kevin, because he actually takes the time to congratulate me instead of just doing it hurriedly as he walks away.

The next day, all anyone could talk about was the play. I was squirming with excitement. I had a main role (I was Andre, one of the managers of the operahouse) and I wanted to impress the audience by doing the best I could. And, according the director and pretty much everyone else, my "best" was perfect.

Finally the play started. We had a full house, so I had to give it my all. As I waited eagerly offstage for my scene to start, I met Kevin's eyes. He was on the other side of the stage, and yet somehow, we locked eyes. Just as I was about to look away so I could go on, he gave me a thumbs up, smiled, and mouthed, "Good luck, hottie."

Wait. What? Hottie? Where had that come from? Kevin was straight, and yet he was calling me hottie. Wait... I must have misread his lips. I thought about it. Then it came to me. Andre. Good luck, Andre. That's what he said. After all, he'd been calling me Andre since dress rehearsals started. I shoved the thoughts to back of my mind and went onstage.

The first Act went really, really well. As we all retreated to the locker room for Intermission, I changed into my Act II, Scene I oufit and went over to the bench where telegrams were delivered. Telegrams were just letters of praise from friends and family that could be sent with candy, a rose, both, or nothing. I got a candygram from some of my friends, a telegram from my parents, and -- a rosegram!

I checked the note. It read: "You were awesome out there. I couldn't take my eyes off you. Keep up the excellent work. I'll miss you when I graduate, cause I'll never really get to see you again. Signed, Anonymous."

My eyes widened. From the looks of this, it seemed I had a secret admirer, and he/she was a senior. I wanted it to be Kevin so bad, but I knew it wasn't. It couldn't be. He had a girlfriend.

As I was leaving for the night, I was receiving so much praise from so many random people. Left and right, I was ambushed by someone congratulating me on my performance. I was so happy. Partly because of the praise, partly because of the rosegram. I was approaching my car when I heard someone call my name. I turned around. It was Kevin. I waited as he jogged up to me and held out his hand. "Nice job tonight, Andre."

I shook his hand. "Thanks, Kevin."

He nodded and smiled. We stood there for a few seconds, still holding hands. Then he gave my hand a little squeeze, turned, and jogged back up to the gym.

All the way home, I wondered. I wondered about Kevin, I wondered about the play, I wondered about Kevin, I wondered about my schoolwork, I wondered about Kevin, I wondered about where the cast party would be, and I wondered about Kevin. No matter what I thought about, my thoughts kept going back to Kevin. That's when I first realized it -- I was in love with Kevin.

Before, I had been longing to see him, just so I could catch a glimpse of those sexy blue eyes. Now, I didn't want to see him at all because I wasn't sure if I could control myself. I vowed that over the next few days, I would make sure to stay out of his way.

The next morning, I woke up to a cupcake on my nightstand. There was a lit candle inside of it. I smiled. Mom. It was my birthday, and I was 18. I figured everyone would say Happy Birthday and everything at school, but nobody would do anything as thoughtful as this.

We were doing a matinee for the rest of the school. I was on my off-night, so I wasn't in the show, save for a few chorus appearances. I was in the locker room for most of the show, which was good, because Kevin was backstage all show.

When Intermission rolled around, I went into the audience to greet a few friends. They told me that they loved the show so far. Then I headed up to the school's main lobby to send a few candygrams. I wrote one to Reagan, Nate (my double; in other words, the off-night Andre when I was on-night), and Brian. I handed in the candygrams and was heading downstairs when I started thinking: should I send one to Kevin? Maybe as an anonymous sender? It would be a good way to tell him how I feel without actually telling him. So I went back up to lobby and sent him a rosegram. I practically poured my heart and soul into the message. Fortunately for me, the telegram senders don't read the notes. I would've died of embarrasment if they had.

The show ended, and I went home and took a well-deserved nap. When I woke up, it felt like Saturday. I never get up early on Saturdays, so my mom literally dragged me out of bed. Once I fully woke up, I got in my car and sped off to school.

I was late, so I was immediately moved to makeup the moment I finished getting dressed. Reagan did some of the cast members' makeup on her off-nights. Fortunately for me, tonight was one of her off-nights, and she was my make-up applier. I needed someone to talk to, and she was one of my best friends.

As I told her everything, beginning from the end of Wednesday's rehearsal and ending at me sending the anonymous rosegram. She listened and stayed silent throughout the entire story. When I was finished, she thought about it for a little bit, then said, "Well, I think it was a good idea to send the anonymous rosegram."

"Me too."

"And you really think that the rosegram you got was sent by Kevin?"

"It could've been. Who knows? It certainly wasn't you, was it?" I added with a sly smile.

"No!" she laughed. "Though it could've been a girl."

"But everyone knows I'm gay."

"Which makes sense for it to be anonymous if it WAS a girl. She wanted to tell you how she felt without giving herself away."

"Which is exactly what I did with Kevin."

"Mmm-hmm." She nodded and added one final stroke of eyeliner. "Okay. You're good to go."

"Thanks, Reagan." I got up and started to leave when she called my name. "Alex?"

I turned. "Yeah?"

"I said sending the rosegram was a good idea. I never said it was the best one." She turned and rushed away to give another person their makeup, leaving me to ponder what she had said. Of course, I understood it. She meant that she wanted me to Kevin how I felt.

Was she right? Was that really the best idea? Oh, well.

The play went amazingly well. After the play, everyone was talking about the cast dinner at Chili's. Who was going? Who wasn't going? I knew I was going. But so was Kevin. As I drove into the parking lot a little late and parked, I figured I'd just sit at a different table than Kevin.

As I walked into Chili's, I found out that getting there late can mean sitting next to people you don't want to. The only seat open in that section of the restaurant was next to Kevin. I took a deep breath, told myself to control myself, walked up to the table, and sat down.

"Hey," Kevin said.

I just nodded my greeting and turned to the menu. I was worried that if I spoke, I'd let something slip. As I was looking at the menu, I glanced over at him. He didn't seem happy. In fact, he seemed a little hurt. Was it because I didn't actually talk to him? Maybe it was because I've been avoiding him and he knows it. Whatever the case, it looked like I couldn't do anything about it.

Dinner went well. I started to talk to Kevin, and I managed not to let anything slip. He told me that he knew I'd been avoiding him, and he was kind of sad that I'd stopped talking to him. He asked why, and I told him that it was nothing. He bought that and dropped the subject.

Halfway through dinner, everyone surprised me with a massive birthday surprise. The four guitar players in the cast came in and sang me a song, and then some waiters came out with a cake, and everyone was handing me cards. It was clearly planned, and I was actually crying tears of joy.

I was SO tired when I was finally ready to go. Kevin noticed this and told me I couldn't possibly drive myself home and said that he would. As much as I protested, he wouldn't take no for an answer. So we found the manager and asked him to keep my car in the parking lot for the night and that I would come back and pick it up the next day.

I mumbled directions to Kevin as he drove me home. Finally, we arrived at my house, and he walked me up to the door.

"Happy birthday, Alex," he said. It was the first time he had actually called me by my real name since dress rehearsals started. It made me feel good.

"Thanks, Kevin."

He took a card out of his coat pocket and said, "I never gave this to you. Here."

"Oh, Kevin, it's okay, you don't have to..."

"No, take it." He handed the card to me and I took it. I started to head inside when he said, "Go on, read it." So I opened it up and read what he wrote inside. When I did, my heart started pounding. Here's what it said:

"Hey, Alex. Happy Birthday! Listen: I know it was you who sent me that rosegram. At first it was a little surprising, but it's okay. After all, it was me who sent you that rosegram. I literally can't take my eyes off of you, whether you're on-stage or off. I love you, Alex. I have ever since I realized I was gay last year. And, judging by the rosegram you sent me, I'm pretty sure you do too. Love, Kevin."

I looked up at him. He was smiling. "Every word I wrote there is true." And with that, he leaned forward and kissed me.

Fireworks went off in my head. When he leaned back, I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled him back. When we finally broke away, he said, "You don't know how long I've wanted this."

I smiled. "I think I wanted it longer."

"Wanna bet?"

"Yes."

I opened up the door and led him inside. When we reached my bedroom, he kissed me with such passion and force that I actually fell onto my bed, bringing him down with me.

He quietly slipped off my shirt and began running his hands up and down my chest. He grabbed my jeans and unbuttoned them. As he began to slide them down, I grabbed his crotch. He groaned into my mouth and slid his tongue in. Our tongues began to valiantly explore each others' mouths. He slipped my pants off and sat up, straddling my chest. He took off his shirt while I worked on his pants. Once we were both in nothing but our underwear, I flipped him onto his back and worked my way down his body. I saw the bulge in his underwear and knew that his cock was huge.

As I pulled down his underwear, his cock sprang out, and I knew I was right. It was 10" long, a full 3" longer than mine. But that didn't matter. As much as I wanted to stuff that 10" monster down my throat, I decided to tease him a little. I licked the edge of his rock hard dick and slowly swirled my tongue down the shaft. I licked both of his balls in their entirety and then began to kiss the inside of his thighs. He whined, begging me to suck his dick.

All in due time. I grabbed his thick cock and began to jack him off and he moaned in ecstasy. Unable to wait any longer, he thrust his dick upwards. Knowing he would do this, my mouth was open and ready to suck.

I sucked his dick while simultaneously jacking it off. I continued this for about 10 minutes. When I felt him about to cum, I pulled away and pulled down my underwear. At first I was worried he might think it was too small. But all of my worries were erased when he grabbed my cock and simply shoved it into his mouth.

He sucked and sucked for about 15 minutes. Finally, I felt myself about to shoot, and cried, "Oh, Kevin... I'm cumming!" He started to suck even harder. I shot my load into his mouth, and he swallowed every last bit of it. He then flipped me over and, without warning, shoved his cock into my ass. He fucked me without mercy, going in and out as fast as he could. It hurt a little at first, but the feeling quickly turned into pure pleasure.

He began to moan and groan louder and louder; a signal that he was about to cum. His sweaty balls were clapping against my ass, and the sound filled the room. He gave one final yell and shot his load deep into my ass. He slowly withdrew his cock out of my ass and collapsed on top of me. I flipped him over onto his back and postioned myself so I was lying on his stomach. I kissed him deeply, passionately, and he returned the kiss with just as much passion, if not more. When we finally broke apart, I lay my head down his slightly hairy, extremely sweaty chest and let the rise and fall of his chest slowly lull me to sleep.

***Again, this is my first story, so positive feedback and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. PART 2 COMING SOON!***