a/n: Hi! This is my first fic so criticism is very welcome ^.^ Um, I decided to write this because I see way too much of this type of stuff at school. This even happened somewhere but I don't really know the details. This is just my take on it.

Oh and any ideas for a better description? I didn't know what to say about it. Thank you!

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Chapter One: How it Started: The Prologue

Okay, so maybe I'm a little more than kinda flamboyant. I mean, yeah I say 'like' a bit too much, and I did go through that period of time where eyeliner was just, to die for. To myself, I’m obviously gay but apparently nobody at school knew about it.

So with this stated, don't be surprised as I tell this story, okay? If you call me a total queen, great, go ahead. I fully admit it. I'm not a complete drag queen but I do find women's winter coats to be not only extremely adorable with the fuzzy hood but also quite warm. I'm sure queen enough.

This story isn’t all warm and fuzzy. Its real and honest. I want to say that this isn’t about falling in love or finding a soul mate. If that’s the story you’re looking for, leave now. My story is about how being gay affects my life. Its about living in a world that doesn’t accept or understand you.

It starts like this: completely unexpectedly.

And it all started when my mom hired this new kid as our lawnmower last summer. He's a total babe, I can tell you that much. Tan, dark, very muscular. So needless to say, I spent my time out in the pool with my girlfriends while he mowed the back lawn.

I never said two words to the guy that whole summer. And yet when I look back on it, I realize I revolved my whole summer months around every Tuesday when he came over. I made sure my slightly out of control fro didn't get too out of control, and I ran every morning for an hour. I even changed my diet. I wanted to get lean muscles, maybe even a six pack. I attempted to tan but somehow it just didn't work no matter how long I spent in the sun. I needed to look good for him.

Why?

I'm not sure. But the point is that my story started on one particularly hot Tuesday at the end of July. I was sitting in the house watching Project Runway reruns (because Daniel Vosovic is just that fuckable) with one my best girlfriends, Tanya, when there was a knock at my front door. I remained seated on the couch because this episode was particularly intense. I really hated watching Kayne being eliminated! It makes me want to cry!

I heaved a heavy sigh and answered the door when the person knocked again only to find that gorgeous lawnmower standing shirtless on my porch, sweat running down his particularly toned chest.

"Hey," he said, flashing straight pearly white teeth at me, sounding breathless. "Your mom still here?"

"Um, no," I said, flashing a quick glance back at Tanya, whose eyes were watering as she chewed on her thumbnail. "But c'mon in. I have your money." I stepped back, letting the sweating hunk inside and shutting the door behind him. I was mentally kicking myself. I mean, this was the opportunity I had been waiting for all summer! And all I said was 'I have your money'? Stupid fag.

I led him into the kitchen and grabbed the wad of cash off the counter and handed it to him. "That should be it," I said, looking at him as he put the money in his wallet. He looked up at me with his dark chocolate eyes. God, he was so sexy.

"Um, is it okay if I have some water?" he asked, slightly coy, which I found even more irresistible.

"Yeah of course," I said, grabbing a glass out of the cupboard and made up a glass of ice water for him.

"Thank you," he said, taking it and drinking a respectable amount from the glass. I caught myself staring at his Adam's apple working beneath his skin with every swallow. He set down the glass and said, "I don't think we've met each other before but I'm Rob." He held out his hand, which I took in mine.

"I'm-"

"Brad!" Tanya exclaimed, coming into the kitchen, wiping her eyes as she came to hug me, breaking mine and Rob's hands apart. "I swear to God I hate that episode! Makes me cry every time!"

"Me too baby," I said, cursing at her horrible timing. Rob looked confused, which made him look even sexier in a more modest way.

"Do I want to know?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Tanya turned, and I watched her sullen expression turn to that of lustful interest in a manner of nanoseconds. Can we say easy much? "And who are you?" she asked, trying to sound seductive and her tears magically stopped. Tanya was very gorgeous, for a girl, but Rob gave no sign of interest.

"I'm Rob," he said, sort of lamely and disinterested. "I mow his lawn," he nodded at me.

Tanya giggled and mumbled, "That's not all he wants you to do."

"What?"

"Nothing," she said quickly, smiling at me then at Rob. "I guess I'm going to go now baby. I'll call you so we can hook up with Anna and Sam later, kay?"

"Alright," I said giving her a hug. She kissed me on the cheek and with a wink, fled the house as if I had physically kicked her out myself. There was an awkward silence as Rob took another drink from his water, and I fiddled around with some mail on the counter in front of me. I cleared my throat awkwardly as Rob rotated his glass on the counter top. "So..."

"Listen," Rob interrupted, swallowing slightly and licking his plush lips. I looked up, my heart jumping into my throat and pounding almost painfully. "I might be reading the signs all wrong but... I can't help it. Can I..." he swallowed again and looked up at me, his dark eyes twinkling mischievously. "Can I kiss you?"

Now normally, I don't just go around kissing strangers. And I kinda knew the guy right? I mean, he's mowed my lawn for the past month and a half. I just didn't know his name until today, and it seemed like my fantasies were coming to life before my eyes. I kind of wanted to pinch myself. Was I dreaming?

I realized I was taking too long to make my decision. I nodded, and Rob confidently, but slowly leaned forward, eyes closed and pressed his lips to mine. His lips were soft and smooth as they moved against mine. He pulled away just enough to make me open my eyes.

I brought my hands to his face and pulled him back, kissing him with more force. The way his lips applied pressure then moved away then applied pressure again was maddeningly inconsistent. I parted my lips and let my tongue trace his plushy bottom lip. He opened his mouth and let his tongue meet mine.

Rob was an excellent kisser. He kissed with just enough force, just enough tongue. He was playful, flirty even, as he licked the roof of my mouth, a place that always made me shutter. His hands were deep into my hair and pulling me into him. The counter was digging into my stomach and hips but I didn't want him to stop kissing me.

Eventually though, with one last playful battle of tongues, he pulled away, taking deep breaths. I hoped to God I kissed up to his standards because he was definitely the best kisser I've ever had. He straightened upright, looking a little awkward and very fuckable with his big, swollen lips.

"Rob," I said slowly, causing the boy to look at me. "Is it okay?"

"Definitely," he said softly. I nodded and looked down at my feet. "Brad?" I looked back up to find Rob moving closer to me. His body was almost flush against mine. I could smell the lingering scent of cologne, sweat, and musk from him. "Can I fuck you?"

Now, you see. I don't usually sleep with strangers. But this guy was seriously sexy. He had the hottest mouth I've ever had the pleasure of kissing. And part of my fantasy was him and I having hot, kinky sex in the pool. But the kitchen was close enough

"Yes," I whispered, my throat barely working. I felt like I was going to choke from excitement. I've had sex before yeah, but with people like Mike Shinoda and David Farrell. They're nice and well developed and all, but neither of them compare to this guy, like hello!

If this guy was on your doorstep asking for sex, wouldn't you say yes? Yes, I think so.

Rob smiled and kissed me quickly. "Where's your bedroom?"

Although sex in the kitchen would be completely sexy, my bed will do just fine. I grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to my room. I opened the door and he wrapped his arms around my waist, sucking on my neck and sliding his hands up my shirt to caress my chest and play with my nipples. I let a small groan past my lips and grabbed his wrists, walking us into my dark room.

He kicked the door shut carelessly and spun me around, taking my shirt over my head in one swift movement. I pulled him against me roughly, sloppily kissing him, sucking on his tongue and lips. His hands held my thin shoulders tightly and walked us backward onto the bed. He was on all fours above me, head ducked down as he sucked hard on my neck. I scratched as his back and moaned as he bit down painfully. He kicked off his shoes and socks and started to undo his pants one handed as he continued to kiss and suck his way down to my chest.

He mouthed one of my nipples, rolling it with his tongue into a tight nub. I groaned as his bit it and assisted him in pushing his shorts and boxers off his hips. I ran my hands along his back to his chest then down as far as I could. I grasped his erection firmly, causing him to gasp sharply and bite down on the flesh of my bellybutton. I stroked him slowly with one hand and started unbuttoning my pants with the other. Rob's eyes were shut tightly, lips parted as he breathed heavily over me.

I felt even more aroused as he slid my pants and boxers off my body. He grabbed my hand and moved it away. He straddled my thighs, just so our dicks could touch and rub together with every movement, causing us both to gasp and groan. I grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to my mouth, drawing in his first three fingers. I sucked on the digits, as he leaned over me, steadying himself with one hand and thrust against me.

His breath was hot and heavy above me, and our precome mixed together between our bellies. I removed his fingers from my mouth and thrust up against him, panting horribly fast. He groaned and brought his knees up, bringing my legs to wrap around his waist. He went back to kissing me as I positioned his hand against my opening, urging him to penetrate. He pushed his index finger eagerly inside me and I groaned slightly in pain. Its been a while.

He thrust his finger in and out rubbing it against my insides. He added another finger and started stretching me. Rob mouthed at my jaw as I felt for the bedside table drawer and produced a condom and a bottle of lube. He added his ring finger and thrust them in hard, pushing my spot and causing me to choke from pleasure and produce a broken moan.

Rob grabbed the condom and opened the package and rolled it on. As he started lubing himself up, he said, "I've been wanting to fuck you since the first time I saw you."

"Oh God," I swallowed, gritting my teeth as he pushed his thick head inside of me. Rob wasn't only the best kisser I've ever had, but also had the biggest dick. It hurt. Badly. But nothing was less sexy than whining so I scratched at his shoulder blades. He soothed me by jerking me off easily, applying pressure at the head just right.

He pushed all the way in and before my body could protest, pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in. Hard. He hit my spot perfectly, and I screamed, my head falling backward onto the pillows. And he did over and over and over. I was breathless from screaming and cursing and calling his name again and again.

I wanted so desperately to come and my muscles clenched hard around Rob's erection, trying to take him to the edge. His thrusts became less systematic and more frantic, his breath fast and hard.

“I knew you were watching me,” he muttered huskily, nipping and licking at my ear. Him pounding me into the mattress was making the headboard bang against the wall loudly. I had never been so fucked so hard. I groaned at the mere thought. “I was watching you too.” He bit my neck again, licking the bruise. “You are so sexy.”

“OhmyGodRob,” I screamed out through gritted teeth, my eyes squeezing shut, nails digging into his shoulders as he kept clumsily hitting my prostate. He was getting very close, and I tightened around him. He stroked me faster, and I thrust up into his hand as he thrust into me. We both groaned as we kept up that rhythm.

“You’re fucking tight baby,” he gritted out, mouthing my jaw as my head fell hard back against the pillows again. With my last thrust upward, I came with a light white behind my eyelids and Rob’s name on my lips.

As I came back down from euphoria, I clenched so hard around his erection, he could barely thrust in, and with one last hard bite on my collarbone, Rob came hard. His body collapsed on top of me and our mouths met again.

We engaged in a lazy open-mouthed kiss where our tongues languidly battled inside our mouths. My hands roamed his back until finally coming to a rest deep in his mussed black hair. He pulled away and pulled out of me. He discarded the condom beside the bed and smiled at me before lying down again and burying his head into my tender neck.

“You look so sexy. Why did I wait so long?” Rob wondered aloud. I chuckled and ran my hands over his back, memorizing every line of hard muscle.

“I’m wondering the same thing,” I confessed. He blew a cold stream of air by my ear, causing me to shiver. “I didn’t think you were gay.”

“I’m convinced you could make any guy gay,” Rob said, pressing a light kiss to my shoulder. We fell asleep just like that: on top of my bed, thoroughly fucked out, and tangled together.

I hadn’t known what to expect then. Rob and I came out to everyone basically at school. We held hands in the hallway, kissed. We were like any other couple, just gayer. They hadn't cared until it got out about us having sex.

When everyone found out I had fucked Rob, they treated us differently. They found reasons to hate us just because we were gay. We were looked at differently. We were bashed, harassed, and even sexually assaulted. We were even at one point suspended because of our sexuality. So how did one afternoon of (very good, very enjoyable, very hot) sex completely change my life?

Simple.

I became one of the most hated people in Agoura.

And this is the beginning to the story of how it all happened.