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The Mistake Gay teen drama

James stared off into space as he stood there on the balcony of his apartment, his deep brown eyes blank as he thought back to last night. He wasn't sure how he felt right now as things seemed all messed up inside his mind. Inside his thoughts he still was trying to figure out what it was that made him feel this way. Sex wasn't the problem as he figured he really wasn't all that much different than any other 18 year old.

Still it kind of gnawed at him, the way he had agreed so easily to Bill's suggestion. Maybe it was the shots of Vodka or maybe it was that he hadn't eaten much during the day but that shouldn't make him feel this way. He leaned over the railing and stared out the picturesque scenery in front of him. The view didn't register as all he could see was that dingy room and the bed where it all had happened.

He sighed a little as he thought about it, wondering if maybe this time he had let himself go too far? Maybe not he thought but down inside he knew he was just kidding himself. Least he would have the rest of the weekend to think about how he would deal with it come Monday which was a plus. Course too it would mean he would spend the next few days worrying which wasn't cool.

Hell not much had really ever gotten to him like this and it made him nervous. James felt a small chill yet the temperature outside was warm. He could feel the sun shining but it didn't warm him like normal. Maybe another hot shower would help but he doubted it. Shit he had already taken three showers since getting home and they hadn't helped ease his mind. He supposed that maybe he just thought too much about things but he had a rep to maintain.

At school he was this 6 foot tall slender jock that had it all. He lived on his own and didn't have to work because the courts had made his parents pay for his living costs. What he got he had managed to make do with, besides the apartment cost less than his folks thought which gave him a few extra hundred each month.

Friends and even one or two teachers had taken it on themselves to have him for dinner so that for most of the week he had his meals taken care of too. Again that added more money for his own needs and he wasn't a big doper or drinker so yeah, in some ways he did have it made.

So with all that why had he done it? It irked him that he had fallen for that line by Bill but shit, the cash was enticing. Still, he hadn't really needed it. His bank account had a balance and he had good clothes in the closet, so why had he fallen for it? What had made him eager even to go along with Bill and his scheme?

Leaning against the wall of his building, staring out blankly he knew the answer. He simply had wanted Bill, had always wanted him. This was his chance to get in with him, to get tight so to speak and maybe then he could realize his fantasy. Trouble was that Bill just wasn't a nice guy. He knew it but still he had gone for the deal, putting himself right smack into it. There would be no escape as he stood there, reliving last night's whole debacle.

It had started fine, the drinking and back slapping. In many ways he enjoyed it more than later but now he felt like he should never have gone out with Bill. But fuck, what was he do to? He wanted him so badly that he let his dick rule or was it his heart? After all he was a romantic, or liked to think he was. Now come Monday he'd be in school hell and he only had himself to blame for it.

The party had gone on and Bill had kept him well supplied with all he needed. The private little whispers to loosen his resolve, the constant supply of Vodka shooters. He knew now it was all part of Bill's grand scheme to nail him and he let it happen. That is perhaps what him so upset this morning, he had let it all happen.

The drinking had made him talk more, and Bill seemed to know exactly what to say to get him going. James still wasn't too certain at how it had come about but somehow Bill was talking about doing guys, about making some extra cash from this old guy who wanted him and a friend. The way Bill had said it all made it sound like it was something Bill did often but he knew that wasn't true now. Bill was as straight as they were but damn he seemed to know all the right phrases, all the right terms and words.

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