Barriers Ch. 01 by ThingsYouWouldBelieve
Dive into “Barriers Ch. 01” by ThingsYouWouldBelieve, a tantalizing gay sex story that explores desire, connection, and the boundaries that love can break. Experience a captivating narrative filled with passion and intimacy that challenges societal norms. Don’t miss this unique journey into the heart of desire!
Authors note: If you’re looking for a story to get off to you’re probably in the wrong place. I’m starting by building up the characters and seeing where I want it to go. Hope you enjoy it!
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“Good morning and welcome back everyone.” My Homeroom teacher Mr. Kelber put down a stack of papers on his desk, I assumed it was our schedules.
“You’ve been here for 3 years, you know the deal by now. When your name is called come grab your schedule and locker number. I don’t care what you do after that just don’t get me into trouble. Jason Andrews.”
I got up from the back of the class and walked up.
“You’re out of here by noon every day. You must really hate this place Jason.” He chuckled.
I shrugged, he wasn’t wrong but I didn’t really feel like talking with a strong hangover from last night.
“Locker 294-A, that’s the top one.” Kelber handed me my schedule and a lock.
I nodded.
“The school year just started and you’re already a mess Andrews. Some things never change huh?”
I shrugged again. I didn’t really care what anyone thought of me even if they were right. I walked to the back, picked up my backpack and jacket and went to my locker.
I should probably introduce myself. My names Jason Andrews, I’m 18, a senior at Woodrow Wilson High in the middle of Pennsylvania. I’m 5’5”. White and 120 pounds, no real muscle anywhere, Black short hair, green eyes, overall I’m a pretty average looking kid. Today I’m wearing a generic red hoodie, tight black shirt and some black jeans.
That’s where the average ends however because I’m actually a gigantic mess personality wise, as if the hangover didn’t already hint to it. I was bullied a lot when I was younger to the point where I would break down alot. Nobody was looking to be friends with me either with the bullying and psychotic episodes so I found myself alone a lot when I was younger. It didn’t help that my parents were never home thanks to their business and I would find myself crying myself to sleep alone more often than not.
With such a shitty childhood I had to find a way to cope obviously. Thankfully (or unfortunately as it may be), my father despite his lack of presence in the house liked to keep his liquor cabinet stocked and there was always a carton of menthol cigarettes somewhere from whatever country my parents had just flow out of. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out how to smoke and drink, especially in the days of the internet; so between the availability and the need to cope I began a rather unhealthy lifestyle at the beginning of 8th grade.
High school is where it got better I suppose. By the end of middle school I had picked up the reputation of being a smoker and drinker. This led my former bullies and tormentors to try and befriend me with my access to beer and such. Now you would think I would accept all these new people are friends with open arms and my life would be better for it. I told everyone to fuck off. If they didn’t want to be my friend at my worst I sure as hell didn’t want their company now. I suppose it was a result of being forced to cope with my problems when I was younger by shutting myself off from the world and thinking I needed to keep the same mentality. This trend continued into my freshman year of high school. I even evolved into a bully of sorts myself, making innocent white girls cry for no reason other than I wanted to. Eventually my reputation turned into an unstable asshole that you didn’t mess with because it never ended well for you. The high school had me in the counselor’s office at least once a day to “talk out my problems”. It was cute how they decided to care now that I was one causing trouble instead of being the victim of it.
I threw my bag and coat into my locket slammed it shut and pulled out my pack of cigarettes as I headed for the door. I knew exactly where I could get away with smoking in this school, today was going to be an old dirt path kids used to use to get home in like the 90’s. It’s no longer used because there’s an easier path after they knocked down a bunch of trees to make room for condos a couple years ago. I pushed the door open making sure nobody was trying to follow me and walked towards the path.
“JASON ANDREWS STOP RIGHT THERE!”
I froze, thinking I was already in trouble on day 1. I rolled my eyes and turned around only to find my friend laughing her ass off as she came running towards me.
“Jenna you’re such a bitch I hate you so much.”
“Same hun.” She kissed me on the cheek and squeezed me. “Give me a cigarette I ran out this morning.”
I met Jenna Peterson in sophomore year, I was smoking on my way to school and she came up on my side and asked to bum one. I handed her the rest of my pack and told her to leave me alone. This was her cue to tell me her life story apparently, how she had just moved to town from Cali, everyone was boring and she heard about my reputation and wanted to get to know me. Naturally I told her to fuck off again. Jenna wouldn’t give up so easily however and bothered me about anything and everything to and from school. Eventually I gave in and started explaining my entire childhood to her, expecting her to run like everyone else did when they find out about me. She didn’t budge however and quickly became the person I talked to about everything. I’m glad she didn’t run away like everyone else; that someone in the world cared about my stupid ass. She didn’t want anything out of my except being me…ok that’s not completely true sometimes she would have me bully some bitch who called her out on being weird on occasion, but I gladly obliged as she was really the only person who ever worried about me on a personal level.
“I gave you a pack on Sunday, how did you smoke an entire pack in 3 days?”
“Yeah I need to talk to you about something, now give me a cig and let’s go we have like 20 minutes before class.”
I immediately stopped. “Tell me right now.”
She pouted and did her best impression of being innocent. Jenna honestly was really hot.18, 5′ 1″, short natural platinum blonde hair, clear brown eyes, double D’s, tight body from going to the gym. She chose to wear tight blue jeans and the school hoodie, zipped up to her chest so her low cut shirt could hang out. If I was into girls I’d be all over that. That wasn’t our relationship however and we both knew it so it wasn’t that big of a deal.
“Come on Jenna you know how much I hate not being told things up front.”
“Well…”
“Just spit it out I’ve only ever been mad at you when you kept secrets from me.”
“Fine I’m dating someone on the soccer team.”
“Why in the fucking world would I care about that?” I threw my arms up utterly confused why she wasn’t just telling me everything at once.