Unspoken Words – Chapter 1: An Intimate Gay Sex Story
A gay sex story: Unspoken Words Ch. 01 Chapter 1: Meeting
~*~Side A~*~
Alright. Morning. The sun is nice outside and I’m already dressed up 20 minutes before I need to leave my house to go to school. I picked a clean blue v-neck shirt with my varsity jacket over it, pairing it with dark blue straight cut jeans and my favorite sneakers. Simple, but not bad. So I slung my bag over my shoulder and make my way downstairs for breakfast. Dad’s probably already at work so I went up and kissed my mom on her cheek.
“Morning, mom”, I signed then went to the fridge to get some orange juice.
“Good morning, Christian dear. You’re up early. Something happening at school today?” replied my mom with her soft morning smile as she hands me a plate with bacon and eggs.
I held up my right hand and start signing to her, “Nothing really. Just woke up earlier than normal.”
“I see. Well don’t rush and take your time eating, alright? By the way, Coach called and said that there’s a quick meeting after class.” Mom said as I take two slices of toast, putting in the bacon and eggs then munching it down as a sandwich.
The thing about being mute is, speaking with your mouth full doesn’t really apply to you. So while downing my food, I signaled to my mom, “Thanks, mom. I’m going with Ray and Nick to the mall. We’ll go after the meeting. I’ll be back before dinner.”
“Sure, dear. Don’t wander off too far. I heard that there has been some hold-up on the downtown gas station so you’re only allowed to go the mall near your school, alright? If you’re going to go anywhere else, text me first. Don’t forget your phone, OK?” my mom says with her hands on her hips, waving the spatula around as the pan sizzles with more bacon and eggs for my younger brother who’s still sleeping and probably going to be late again.
“OK, mom. Thanks for the food. Also, I think Jeff is still asleep.” I signed as I pick up my plate with my left hand then leave it on the sink. “I’ll go now. See you later! Love you, mom.”
“Really that kid. I’ll go upstairs to wake him up so lock the door behind you. Be careful on your way. Love you too, dear.”
With that, I lock the front door then walk around the back through the kitchen, leaving from our backyard then out to the garage. Getting in my truck, I drove to school with my windows down, liking the gentle cold breeze of the morning.
~*~Side B~*~
To say that I’m nervous is an understatement. I’m shaking like a leaf during a storm and I couldn’t eat my breakfast at all. My dad keeps reassuring me that I’ll be alright but my anxiety keeps getting in the way of positive thinking. I woke up during dawn and couldn’t fall asleep again so I’ve been awake more than 2 hours before school starts. It’s too early but I’m glad I did because it took me at least half an hour before I could calm down enough to pick myself and take a warm shower. After almost an hour of pep talk with my parents and my sis driving me to the school, I was feeling a bit better. I was still scared out of my wits but at least I’ve stopped shaking and could breathe normally. I’ve still arrived at school 30 minutes earlier so I stayed in the car with my sis for a bit more.
Giving a deep sigh, I looked at Sandra. “Can I really do this? What if it’s a repeat of what primary and middle school was like? What should I do if some big guy shoves me and I get beat up?”
“Sweetie, you can’t say that it’s going to happen when you haven’t even gone inside. It can’t be that bad alright? If anything happens, you can go to your teachers or call me. I’ll keep my phone with me the whole day at work. Besides, no one should make fun with such a cute thing like you.” Sandra said as she gave me a reassuring smile and caress on my cheek. She’s 5 years older than me and currently under on-the-job-training in a pharmaceutical company. She’s petite and about 4 inches smaller than me, but she’s really confident, outgoing and head strong so no one ever belittled her. She always knows what to say to make me feel better and I’ve looked up to her for as long as I could remember.
I take a deep breath, looking at the school building in front of me.
“Alright, here goes.” I muttered as I step out of the car and gave my sis a small smile.
When I got to the first step just right outside the building’s entrance, I looked back at my sis and she gave me a thumbs-up and a big smile, a wave of her hand then maneuvers her way out of the parking lot.
“Better get this over with.” I thought as I walk inside, following the directions to the faculty office. When I got there, I looked around and it seems like the school is still a bit empty, only seeing one or two people around. I knock on the door then let myself in and made my way to the nearest lady sitting on her desk.
“Uh… Good morning, Ma’am. I’m Angelo Sy. I’m starting today as a senior.” I tried to say as clearly as I could. I didn’t stutter, but I think I talked a bit too fast.
“Good morning, Angelo. I’m Mrs. Reese and I’ll be your homeroom adviser. It’s good that you’re here early. I can give you a tour around then I’ll lead you to your locker.” she replied as she walks up to me then hands me a piece of paper that has my class schedules and locations.
“Um… Yes… Thank you… It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Reese.” She nods as she leads the way to my first classroom. She seems like a nice person, almost the same as my height. She doesn’t seem that young or that old. Maybe she’s in her early thirties and she has a kind smile.
“This is my classroom. It’s for homeroom and English. Down the hall you’ll have three more classes but the rest of the laboratory and practical classes you have are at the next building.” She motions over the exit and I could see another entrance pass it.
“I understand. Thank you. Are there any requirements or rules I should keep myself in check about?”
“Well, they’re mostly all covered in the student handbook given to you. But if you have questions any time, just find me in my classroom or the faculty office. By the way, we have school clubs and if you’re interested, I’m the advisor for the school’s writing and composition club as well as the campus pride.” She winks at me and I stared at her for a while then gulped.
“Uhhh… Yeah… Thanks… I’m not really… Well…” I trailed off. I could barely think of a response. Wow. This teacher’s sharp. I’ve known for a while now that I’ve been attracted to mostly guys, I haven’t told anyone but it’s still just the first day and a teacher already knows.
“Don’t worry too much, Angelo. You’re a pretty kid so I bet everyone will welcome you with open arms. Anyway, let’s head over your locker, shall we?”
I nodded and followed her, still dumbfounded about our last conversation.
As we reach my locker, it’s two turns away from my homeroom classroom, near the exit that leads outside a garden with a greenhouse. It looks so quiet and peaceful and I’m starting to like the place. At least now if I have any trouble finding a place to eat in the cafeteria, I could use this place as my base.