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Driver's Ed has to be one of the scariest things that can happen to a teenager. All those stories about people dying on impact from a guardrail, tree, another car, the list goes on. It makes you fear driving, makes you nervous and may even give you anxiety attacks. I know it did for me.

But it's always nice to have something to distract you from the important (terrifying) stuff. Like something nice to look at. Like a person. Everyone has someone they think about to take their minds off of things. Even someone to look at. There was someone for me. It was Brian. Two rows ahead of me in the auditorium where Driver's Ed was taking place. It was at a different school from mine. Brian didn't go to my school, and I never found out which one he went to.
While our teacher screamed about this one car crash he saw, making surprisingly realistic sound effects, I stared at Brian. My notebook had to press against my cock just to hide it. Everyday my eyes would start at his biceps, bulging, but not like a body builder's. More subtle. The veins did pop out when he flexed though. His arms stood out from his tight t-shirts that he wore, usually black. Next my eyes would stare at his nose. It was really cute, but masculine and defined. It led up to his big, sad brown eyes. They practically made me melt into a puddle right in my seat. And when he smiled, oh God. His dazzling teeth, regardless of who he was showing them to, almost made me cum in my pants. I really wanted to run my fingers all over his smooth, tanned skin. He always wore a backwards baseball cap, letting some of his black hair stick out perfectly in the front. He looked Italian, which was just my type. After the two weeks of class, I never forgot about him. He was one of the reasons I became gay. I masturbated to the thought of him sometimes, even years after Driver's Ed. I knew that he had no idea who I was, much less my name. After all, there were 122 kids in our class.

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Three years later, I'm just moving into my dorm for my first year of college. Naturally I've packed too much. And, naturally there's no elevator in my building. So up I go, trying to take all of my stuff in one trip. I'm sure I looked stupid, trying to carry four boxes and a suitcase up three flights of stairs, all while trying to keep a pair of earbuds in my ears. "'Sing us a song of a Piano Ma-' Damn it!", I sang/said as my earbuds fell out. Finally I gave up trying to put them back in, and just dragged my stuff up into the hallway.
"Where is it, where is it?" The hallways were too long and narrow, making it a painstakingly long process to find my room. No one had told me yet who my roommate was. I just hoped he was quiet.
"Finally." I found my room. I grabbed the knob and turned, but the door wouldn't budge. "Are you kidding me?" It was unlocked, but the door was stuck. After all, it was an old building. I put my stuff down, and put all my weight on the door. Still wouldn't budge. Pushed again with my body. Nothing.
"Third time's the charm.", I told myself, before I slammed my side against the wood, pushing the door open, letting me fly into the room.
"Fuck!", I yelled, holding my left shoulder.
"Woah, are you ok?", someone said.
"Fine. And you?" The person laughed, and I saw a hand extend down, offering to pull me up. I gratefully took it, working with him to pull me up onto my feet.
"Third time's the charm.", he said playfully. I immediately recognized him. Bulging biceps with veins popping out. Smooth tan skin, big brown eyes. Even the baseball cap. Brian. He looked even better three years older.
"James, right?", he asked.
"Yeah. Brian?"
"Yep. Have I seen you somewhere before? You look really familiar."
"Oh my God. Driver's Ed." It was totally fake. I remembered everything about him.
"Holy shit! That's where!" He seemed happy, I didn't know why. "Let me help you with your stuff." Brian had already put all his stuff up. He was pretty organized, and had good taste. It looked like it could go along nicely with what I brought.

We proceeded to talk while he helped me unpack my things. My arm hurt, and I could feel it bruising up. "I heard you coming a mile away. You were singing Piano Man coming up the stairs.", he said. I laughed. "Sorry you had to hear that." "No, it was actually pretty good. I love that song." I smiled, shaking my head. "What?", he asked. "You just don't seem like the Billy Joel type." "I love old music. I just can't sing as good as you can."

After the first day, we became good friends. We had different interests, but hung out with the same crowd. I finally got to learn more about him, and I told him about myself, leaving out that I was gay. I learned that he was a huge fan of the Yankees. My whole family was from New York, so I was too. One thing that we had in common. So far.

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Several months passed, and Christmas break was upon us. The week before it started, I was sitting alone in the room drawing when Brian came in.
"What are you doing over the break?", he asked.
"Nothing. My parents are going to see my grandma and couldn't take me with them. Why?"
"My Dad said that if I wanted, I could bring a friend to our cabin in the mountains for a week. Do you wanna go?"
"Sure. Sounds like fun."
"Sweet. I'll let him know we'll be using it." I knew nothing would happen, but I secretly hoped that we'd become more than friends over the break. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to make a move.

We packed up Brian's tiny car with enough rations to keep two college students alive. It was going to be cold, and Brian told me the only source of heat was the fireplace. We had no electricity, running water, or internet. It was a three hour drive from the already cold college campus, to the freezing cabin.

"Let's stop there. I have to take a piss.", Brian said.
"There? Really?" It was an old gas station, with a wooden outhouse for a bathroom.
"There. Really." He pulled the car over, and slowly jogged toward the outhouse. I said a silent prayer. But while he was inside, I saw some bushes shake about five feet from the outhouse, and a huge black bear stepped out into the open. 'Oh shit.", I thought to myself. Before I could pick up my phone to text Brian, he stepped out of the small wooden building holding his nose because of the stench. He was looking my way, so I signaled him to stop and turn around, which he did. He froze in place, face to face with a huge male black bear that should be hibernating. Slowly, I opened my door, and moved into the driver’s seat without getting out of the car. I put my hands of the steering wheel, and prepared to put the pedal to the metal.
"Brian.", I said as calmly as I could.
"Yep.", he replied, knowing what I was doing.
"On the count of three. 1. 2. 3!" He turned on his heel and sprinted towards the car, with the bear following him. When he got about three feet away from the open passenger door, he slid on ice and flew into the seat, closing the door as he did. He grabbed onto my shoulder and leaned into my body and yelled, "Holy shit just go!" I screeched off and flew out of the parking lot, laughing the whole time. I saw the bear sliding into the road, stopping and looking in our direction, in the rear view mirror. I continued to laugh hysterically, while Brian panted heavily next to me. "That wasn't funny.", he said, looking at me seriously. I tried to suppress my laughter, but it came bursting out again when he started laughing too. The next time I had to go to the bathroom, I made sure it was surrounded by other buildings instead of trees.

He drove the rest of the way, and we listened to Christmas music loudly on the radio. "All I want for Christmas, is yo-", we sang together, until I cupped my hand over his mouth and continued to sing on my own. "You're right.", I told him. "You can't sing as good as me."

We arrived at the cabin a little later, and we carried the food, blankets, pillows, candles, and other necessities inside. It was a small wooden building, all pretty much one room. A big fireplace off to the right, with a stove that could be put over the top. A large leather couch in front of the fireplace. On the left side, was a queen sized bed, and about ten feet away from the bed was a bathtub that needed to be filled with water from an outside source, and heated by a fire. An outhouse was at the back of the cabin. We had coolers to keep the food good.
"Now this is a cabin.", I said. Brian laughed.

We unloaded everything, and sat down on the couch, and talked a little. About things that had happened in the cabin when Brian grew up, school, what it was like in our hometown. We got a fire going and the place warmed up quickly. I put a can of soup in a big bowl over the fire and let it cook slowly. "Can you draw me?", Brian asked. "Sure." It would be an excuse to look at his body for a good long time. I had a better idea though. "Let me pose you. Stand up." He obeyed. I took his baseball cap off, and messed up his hair a little. Then I rolled up the sleeves to his flannel shirt, and tucked one side into his pants but left the other hanging out. He moved his head and eyes along with my movements. Then I sat him down, and slid his shoes and socks off. Then I rolled his pant legs up just a little. Then I tucked one leg under the other and put one arm on his knee, and the other on the arm of the couch. I turned his head and said, "Just look at the fire." Then I sat back on the couch, but stood back up and unbuttoned his shirt a few buttons. He continued to look at the fire. I thought I saw a bulge in his jeans though. My pencil moved effortlessly across the paper, I didn't even have to work hard to get the shapes, or the lines, or the shading right. He didn't move either. Didn't fall asleep. The perfect model. It only took me an hour to get the drawing perfect. I signed it and showed it to him.
"Holy shit that's awesome.", he said, wide eyed examining the paper.
"I know.", I said. The soup was done soon, and we ate it all. Soon we were laughing again, talking about random things, when it started to snow outside. It wasn't just a flurry, it was thick enough to cover the ground by the time we got our coats and hats and gloves on. Brian put on a beanie but I said, "Wait.", and put his baseball cap on over the beanie. We ran and pushed each other down into the snow, pulled each other up, then pushed each other down again. Once there was enough snow on the ground, we made snowballs and threw them. It started to get dark outside. I threw a snowball in the direction I thought he was in, but he had disappeared. I got confused for a second, but he popped up behind me and scared the living shit out of me. I slipped on some ice and fell, hit my head on something hard, and blacked out.

When I woke up, I was in the cabin again, surrounded by steam and sitting in a shallow pool of hot water. It took me a few moments to realize I was in the bathtub, in just my compression shorts. I wasn't bothered by that, but I still wondered how I got there. I looked around and saw Brian taking my clothes off of a rack above the fire. He was in a loose gray shirt that could be seen through a little, and nothing else but boxers. He still had his baseball cap on though. He looked up and saw me looking at him.
"I'm really sorry.", he said.
"Why?", I asked, sitting up some more.
"Because I scared you and it made you fall down and hit your head on a rock and scrape up your legs.", he replied quickly, sounding worried. Only after he said that did I realize a slight stinging pain on my thighs. They were scratched up, but it wasn't too bad. But then I realized another stinging on my right temple. There was a cut there, but someone had stitched it up.
"It's not your fault. Do I have a concussion?", I asked.
"I don't think so, but I stitched your head back together. It's not the best but it'll do." I remembered that Brian was getting a medical degree. He came over and bent down on his knees on the side of the tub.
"I'm really really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." Hearing him apologize and hearing worry in his voice gave me butterflies in my stomach.
"I know you didn't."
"I just feel really bad that this happened on the first day and-"
"Brian!" He looked up at me. "It's fine.", I finished, smiling. His hat was crooked so I straightened it.
"Help me out.", I said, reaching my hand out for him to grab. He seemed happy to be helping me in some way, but I pulled him down into the water with me, sending more steam billowing and water splashing. I laughed as he tried to adjust to his new position. "Asshole.", he muttered, but still smiling. He got out then helped me out. I felt kind of wobbly. Once both my feet were on the floor, I slipped, and he caught me with both arms. We stared at each other for a couple seconds, then he helped me up all the way and lightly punched my shoulder.

I was too tired to think about it too much, but I knew something was growing between us. I slid my compression shorts off in front of him and grabbed a pair of pajama pants from my bag and pulled them on. I found a baggy sweatshirt that might have been his and put it on. He turned and pulled his boxers off and put another pair on, then peeled his now wet shirt off, revealing his perfect chest and abs. To my delight, he didn't put a shirt on. He volunteered to take the couch and ordered me to sleep in the bed. I was too tired to argue with him. I knew he would win if I did though.

As soon as I pulled the covers over me, I was asleep. I woke up in the night, to pitch black. The only light came from the moon shining through the windows. Then I heard Brian get up from the couch, and shuffle his feet across the floor towards the bed. He lay down under the covers on the other side, but moved in closer to me. So close that I could feel his shivering body trembling against mine. His face was to my back, so I turned over and put my arm around him, pulling him in closer. His bare back was freezing cold, so I rubbed my hand up and down it, keeping it warm. We fell asleep like this.

The next morning we woke up to blinding white outside. It had snowed a foot and it was still coming down. I made us some hot chocolate over the fire while Brian sat on the couch wrapped in a blanket, shivering.
"Why don't you put some clothes on? You're gonna freeze to death."
"Cold makes you burn your body fat. I'm working out right now."
"Well you worked out all last night. Give yourself a break." When he didn't get up and put clothed on, I forced a sweatshirt over his head and some sweatpants on his legs. He stopped fighting me after I tickled him. When we were done with our hot chocolate, I drew him again. I placed him on the bed, sitting up, looking out the window. The sweatpants were pulled up his calves a little way, and the sweatshirt was pulled so his left shoulder showed a little bit. He had his baseball cap on too. He lay his chin on his hand propped up by his knee. About halfway through I asked, "How do you do this so well?"
"Huh?"
"How are you such a good model? You can sit still for hours and let me draw you."
"I just like to sit and think sometimes. This gives me an opportunity."
I looked up and noticed he was staring at me. I didn't look away. Our eyes locked for a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity. Then I looked back at the paper and continued.

When we were done with that, we built a snowman outside and named him Billy Joel. The next few days went like this, and we both enjoyed it. Each day we found a new position and a new thing to do in the snow. We did this all the way up to Christmas. I woke up on Christmas morning listening to Brian snore on the couch. I crept outside and balled up a fist of snow. Then I tiptoed back inside to his sleeping body. I lifted up the collar of his shirt and shoved the snow inside. He immediately sprang up, shrieking. After a while of shaking, the snow fell out of his shirt. He punched my shoulder and said, "Merry Christmas, bastard."
"Sit down. I have something for you.", I said. He sat down on the couch. "Close your eyes." He did. I took his baseball cap off his head and put the new one on. He flicked his eyes open and asked, "What the hell is on my head?"
"Look for yourself."
He pulled it off. "Is this a Yankee's hat?"
"Yep."
"And it's-"
"Signed by the whole team, yep."
His eyes were wide, handling the hat like a baby. "Holy shit, James. How did you get this?"
"My uncle knows a guy."
"I'm speechless. Thank you so much." I thought I saw a tear falling from his eye. "Oh. I got you something too." He got up and walked quickly to his suitcase. He came back and handed me the most beautiful ukulele I've ever seen. It looked like it was made out of birch wood, with darker wood shaped into little singing birds pieced in carefully. Luckily I knew how to play. I began to sing and play.
"Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really do come true ooh oh
Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top
That's where you'll find me
Oh, somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly
And the dream that you dare to,
Oh why, oh why can't I?"

As I finished, I looked up. Brian was looking straight into my eyes. Looking more passionate than anyone I've ever seen. I carefully placed the beautiful instrument on the table in front of the couch, and looked back into his eyes. Before I could make a move, he was on top of me, his lips pinning me down. His hands traveled up my arms and kept me down by my wrists. I loosened one of my hands and made my way to the table, still while kissing him. I found his old cap, and slid it on his head perfectly. I used my hand to pull his shirt up a little, just enough so I could reach underneath and feel his abs. He let go of my other hand and pulled his shirt off, letting me feel him. I sat up and sucked on his left nipple, listening to him gasp and moan. I pulled his head down towards mine again, and pushed my tongue into his accepting mouth. He pulled my shirt up over my head, and ran his fingers all over me. Then he pulled me up and led me to the bed, pulling me down on top of him. Our mouths never ceased to lock together.

All of a sudden, I began to regret all of this. I pulled away, and he pulled me back, trying to kiss me again. I pulled away again, freeing myself from his grip.
“What’s wrong?”, he asked. He was sitting up on the edge of the bed, staring at me in concern.
“I just don’t feel good.”, I lied. I pulled my shirt on, along with several other layers. His eyes followed my every move. “I’m going out on a hike. I need some fresh air.”

I had no idea where I was going to go, and how long I would be. The air stung my face as soon as I stepped outside. Everything was covered in white. My feet kept moving forward as I tried to process my feelings for Brian. Why did I pull away? All I wanted was to be with him, but I lost my chance.

Before I knew it, I was far away from the cabin. I had no idea where I was, but I had been gone a while. The sky was already starting to grow darker. I just followed my footprints back through the snow.

By the time I got back to the cabin, It was fully dark outside. ‘What a Christmas.’, I thought to myself. I was surprised to see that the cabin was fully lit, and the light danced and reflected on the snow outside. The only light that we ever had was the fireplace, and that only emitted a warm glow. This was bright and cheerful, but soothing at the same time. I walked up to the door, and knocked. I didn’t know why I had to knock, but it just seemed like the right thing to do. Brian answered the door, wearing the new baseball cap, a gray baggy sweatshirt, and dark red jogging pants.
“Um, hi.”, was my only statement.
“Hello.”, he responded calmly. He allowed me to step in, and helped me undress all my extra layers. He took them and carefully hung them over the fire. I realized where all the extra light was coming from. There were dozens of lit candles placed all over the room. Some short and fat, some tall and skinny with wax dripping down them. The air smelled like vanilla and sweet creme. He made me jump when he suddenly appeared in front of me again.
“I’m sorry.”, I said.
“Don’t be. I was too fast.”
“No, no you weren’t. I wanted to but for some reason I just couldn’t and I don’t know what came over me-” He interrupted me by grabbing my head and bringing it close to his, pressing our foreheads and noses together. A silent tear fell down my face. He pulled my head away, staring into my eyes and said, “I love you.” Finally I couldn’t resist any longer. I pulled him in and kissed him as hard as I could, forcing my tongue into his mouth, which he accepted. Our lips only parted when I took his sweatshirt off of him, and he took my shirt off of me. My cold, damp body stung pleasantly against his warm, dry skin. My hair was wet, making it curly. He intertwined his fingers in the curls, still while locking his lips to mine.

I pulled him in front of me, letting my body fall onto the bed and his fall onto mine. He started to grind me, and I couldn’t take it any longer. His pants fell off easily after I pulled them, but mine needed some work since they were wet. He peeled them off, and threw them across the room. Only then did I notice his dick. It was beautiful, curling up and to his left, standing at about seven inches. Mine was about the same length, maybe a little shorter, sticking straight up in the air. He kissed me again on my lips, then on my forehead, before sliding his cock in my ass, slowly. I gasped, and said, “Oh God.”
“Are you ok?”, he asked, with a large amount of concern. I could only let out a sigh, and a moan. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. Please, just give it to me.” He began to thrust in and out, making me shudder and writhe. He started to grind instead of just pulling and pushing.
“Oh fuck.”, I said through gritted teeth. He began to pant as he went faster. He picked my right leg up and put it on his shoulder. I shuddered even though it was warm in the cabin, as he rubbed my leg with his fingertips. They travelled to my inner knee, then up my thigh, reaching my butt cheek. He squeezed, as I felt his body tense up. He was going to cum. I reached up and grabbed his free shoulder, then pulled him down so his chest was against mine. I felt his heart beat faster, while I lightly touched his face as his eyes stared into mine. I got lost in them, feeling his heart pounding faster and faster, until he tensed up completely, closed his eyes, let out a gasp, and shot a load of warm cum into my ass. My arms involuntarily wrapped around him, as he lowered himself onto me. His dick became soft and slipped out of me.

He stepped over me, and lay himself on his side on the bed, waiting for me to do the same. So I did, carefully making sure I was facing him, positioning myself so my eyes met his.
“You have the most beautiful silver eyes. And the softest brown hair that makes me want to run my fingers through it all day.”
“I wish you would.” So he intertwined his fingers in my wet curls again, staring deeply into my eyes. I was melting, shivering with pleasure every time he touched me. My thoughts were interrupted when he grabbed my cock and started pulling on it. His eyes never left mine, and I lightly grabbed the back of his neck forcing his head closer to mine. He didn’t try to pull away.

I felt my body tense up. I started to moan, but he shut me up with his lips. His hand worked faster, drawing the cum out of my body. I exhaled and inhaled deeply through my nose, never pulling my lips away from his. My body fully tensed up, and I thrust my hips forward, shooting cum up all the way to his face, making it drip off his chin. He simply wiped it off with the back of his hand. Then he wrapped both arms around me, drawing me in, supplying my cold body with his heat. He rubbed my back until my eyes began to feel heavy. We fell asleep like this, not needing any blankets or clothes, just using each other.

The next morning, I woke up to his open eyes, staring into mine.
“I love you.”, he said.
“I love you too.”
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since Driver’s Ed. There hasn’t been a day when I haven’t pictured you and your body in my head. You have no idea how much I wanted to get to know you, but was too afraid.”
“I was the exact same way. You have always been on my mind.”
We left the next day, and held hands as much as we could on the car ride home. His hands were always warm and soft, firm but gentle, almost cradling mine. When I wasn’t driving, I stared at his body, and at nothing else. It was hard not to when I was driving.

It seemed like it never ended, and it would never end. That’s just the way I liked it, and I’m sure Brian liked it that way too.