I guess I hadn't really been ready for the trials that school was going to present to an openly gay seventeen year-old male student. I hadn't seen Karyn since we'd parted ways this morning, and I wasn't sure what she was going through but today had been one of the most difficult and grueling days of my life. Of course gym class had been the worst. I'd never received so many dirty looks in my life, and a couple of my classmates had actually had the gall to ask me to close my eyes or turn the other way while they changed, as though being gay made me horny for every single guy I laid eyes on. It was insulting to say the least, and I'd actually had to wait to shower until everybody else had finished. I'd sat on one of the benches in the locker room, facing away from the shower stall and all of the naked guys of course, listening while they made jokes about dropping the soap. Honestly it made me wanna punch them.
That hadn't been the end of it either, not by a long shot. At one point, when I'd stopped by my locker between classes I'd found a hastily written note taped to the it. The message had read, Go Home Faggot. I crumpled it up right away and tossed it in a nearby garbage can. At that point I'd desperately wanted a cigarette, so I'd snuck outside. I'd be a few minutes late to history class, but I didn't really care. Finding a quiet spot behind the gym, I'd lit one up and sat down on the ground.
Last night, after Karyn had left and I'd sat down to dinner with my family I really hadn't thought that things could get worse than the conversation with my dad. Oh how wrong I'd been. Part of me wondered what the hell Karyn had been thinking with her stupid wish, wondered why, after her first bumbled wish, I'd given her another chance. Still, like it or not this was who I was now. At least for the next six days and she'd been right in one respect. After the wish ended things would go back to normal, so why not take in the experience. I just wished that it didn't have to be so difficult. So I was gay. Why did that have to make me such a pariah?
Feeling a little better after a quick smoke, I'd proceeded to sit through history. As usual it was relatively boring, but it had the distinction of being immediately followed by lunch.
Now I was sitting, alone of course, at one of the tables in the high school commons area picking at my pizza.
"This seat taken?"
I looked up toward the sudden intrusion. The question had been asked by a student I'd rarely even acknowledged before, although now I couldn't imagine why. His name was Richard Hansen and he was a total cutie. He had short dark hair that matched his eyes and a thin body hidden beneath a red and black stripped polo shirt and a pair of somewhat baggy blue jeans. Before today I'd never really noticed Richard, now I couldn't stop noticing him. I could feel a stirring in my pants as my eyes slipped up and down his body, imagining in exquisite detail what he might look like underneath his clothes.
"No," I said with a gentle smile. Maybe things were looking up. "Richard, right?" I asked, pushing the chair out.
He nodded. "You can call me Dick," he said.
You read my mind, I thought even as I tried to quell my slowly building erection. "I'm Jon by the way," I offered as he sat down.
"I know," he said. I tilted my head, and enjoyed the awkward silence for a moment. There were probably people watching us, but I didn't care. They knew all too well what I was, and probably were already labeling us as butt buddies or some juvenile shit like that, but I really could have cared less. Fuck them, I thought.
"I've been trying to work up the courage to come and talk to you for a while now," he said slowly. "Pretty lame, huh?" Suddenly the pizza on his plate seemed extremely interesting to him.
"No," I shook my head, "It's not lame at all." A thought occurred to me. I wanted a few minutes alone with him "You smoke?" I asked.
He shook his head, and I deflated a little. Still, I wasn't going to be defeated so easily. "You wanna come with me while I smoke?"
Dick nodded, "Sure."
As we stood up and left the commons area together, I could feel the disgusted glances of my fellow classmates on our backs. No doubt they assumed they knew what we were going to do. It didn't help much that I hoped they were right. My confidence started to build a little when he didn't shy away from my hand as I lead him down a hall and outside. We walked back to my spot behind the gym and I lit a cigarette. The wish Karyn had made occurred to me then. She's wished that somebody of our gender would hit on each of us, but that we wouldn't be magically compelled to accept. So I was doing this on my own.
Can't say I was sure how I felt about that.
I lit my cigarette my cigarette and turned to face Richard. I took a drag and, as he was about to say something, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his
