Jamie Ambrosius - 3. Journal 3

Jamie Ambrosius

Journal # 3

So it's the next day, and I'm bored waiting for Lynn to get back from church. I'mma start off by explaining what happened so far today. Not much has happened yet, but there was one particular thing that struck my interest that made me want to write it down, so here it goes.

We woke up to my mom knocking on the door, inviting us all down for breakfast. She always made extra in case they were over, and 9/10, they usually were.

"We'll be down in a minute." I said, in my low, scratchy morning voice. I'd yawn and stretch out in my bed, bumping into Matt who was sleeping right beside me, and didn't even stir when my mom came into the room. Lynn was already up, and fixing her makeup in the mirror.

"Get up, sleeping beauty." I whispered jokingly to Matt while simultaneously shaking him repeatedly. He'd groan and turn around in my bed, stealing my blankets and cuddling up. "A few more minutes." he muffled, his voice masked by my bed-wear. I wan't trying to be invasive, but I somehow knew it was because he had morning wood, and didn't wanna reveal it to Lynn. I didn't really want to know that, but my mind figured it out on it's own, which was slightly annoying. That was something I'd have to work on, because when it came to my friends I didn't want to be nosey, because I'd hate it if they did that to me.

"Fine, I'll just bring you up a plate when we're done." I said, getting out of bed and heading downstairs with Lynn. My parents adored her, and treated her like one of her own children. Whenever she was here my mom especially made it a point to talk to her, maybe it was because she didn't get too much female interaction, and had to vent to somebody about her personal problems. I didn't mind it, her profession was boring and there was nothing I haven't heard already about her job, co-workers, and social life, so it was nice to not be at the listening end for once. Lynn didn't mind either, and I'd often come home to her already being here, talking to my mom without even knowing about it.

"So I get an email from your school today. Why didn't you tell me you got suspended, Jamie?" my mom asked, having served us all our food and finally sitting down. I was expecting the question, but didn't think it would come so soon.

"Yeah. . about that. It was stupid. Some kid was bullying me, tripped and hit himself, and I got blamed for it. You know I don't pick fights." I explained, hoping she'd understand that it wasn't the type of person I was.

"Your principal is under the impression you instigated a fight, and had numerous witnesses testifying to this."

"Yeah, and they were all in the same clique, trying to frame me to cover for the guy trying to bully me. That's cool if you choose to believe them though, I mean, it's not like it's going to change anything." Was my apathetic answer, quite frankly I still believe he was in the wrong for that, and that I shouldn't be guilty for doing something I didn't do. . well I did. . but they don't need to know that.

"To be fair, Mrs. Ambrosius, Jamie didn't do it. I was watching nearby, he didn't instigate anything. He's not like that." Lynn spoke up, being a real friend and covering for me even though she wasn't there, and knew that I did actually do it.

"Well. . I'll be sending your principal a very strongly worded email then if this is the case. My son isn't going to miss out on his education because of some punks." My mom responded, looking a bit relieved to be told I wasn't actually a delinquent. I wasn't going to spoil it for her just yet, but it was best she didn't know for now.

After eating breakfast and making a plate for Matt, Lynn and I went upstairs to wake Matt up. But to our surprise, he was already awake, and had a bowl packed ready for us to smoke. I'd smile and bring him over his plate, setting it on my desk and taking a seat in one of my chairs.

"Aw shit, thanks homie." he thanked, putting the bowl down and taking the plate, devouring it in three minutes tops like a real man.

"Would you like some oxygen with those pancakes? You literally just inhaled those in practically one bite.." Lynn chimed, her eyebrow peeled at the sight. I laughed and grabbed the bowl, lighting it and taking a long hit. I passed it to Lynn to start rotation, with it being just the three of us it wasn't a very hard one.

The rest of the morning went on rather slowly, Lynn had to leave for church around 9, and me and Matt just sat at my house, playing some video games. They weren't really my thing, but when I had company over I got a little competitive. I didn't even like the games, but I liked winning. Even if it was sports, or turn based strategy, I'd learn how to play just to win.

"How're you gonna beat me at my own game? I'm convinced you're using your magic to cheat somehow." He complained, throwing his hands out to the T.v. at the Defeat screen.

"That game lasted thirty five minutes, and you were winning most of the time. I deserved that win okay." I retorted, not taking any of his crap. "If I was using magic, I'd of won way sooner." I added, to give myself some defense.

"Still cheated, cheater."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"Is that an invitation?"

"Maybe it is."

I'd then grab his shoulders and push him back down onto the bed, however it didn't last long since he was stronger than me. He'd quickly twist me around until he was on top, I continually tried to squirm my way out, accidentally rubbing against his junk in his shorts numerous times, which was slightly awkward since, totes just bro's. I do got to give him something though, he felt like he had a decent sized package. After he put me into complete submission, I started to use some magic.

"I'll show you a cheater." I whispered, winking at him as his grip loosened up. I'd use my telekinesis to assist in forcing him under me, straddling on top of him in the cow-girl, my hand covering his mouth. It was a little homo-erotic, but was all out of honest fun, that was, until I felt a bulge growing on my butt, and a relatively strong one. It distracted me and I let go of my control of his limbs, he'd quickly push me off of him and start cracking up laughing.

"What's so funny?!" I asked, still slightly fixated on the feeling of his dick just a few moments ago.

"Even with your magic I got you off of me, and all I had to do was pop a boner. One of my many talents." He said, fixating his junk in his shorts and laughing.

"That was low."

"Like my balls, but hey, no need to mention those."

"Perv."

"No like, they're really low. Check 'em out." He insisted, and then he actually pulled his shorts down. I mean, I've showered with him and stuff in the past, and seen his junk a couple of times in the gym locker-room, but this was different. He was willingly showing me his junk, and it was a lot bigger now. His balls hung low, that's all I'm going to say.

"Wow. I guess they are." I agreed, because, well, they were. I wasn't gonna act weird about it, but it reminded me that he had no idea that I was gay at all.

"Sara Lewidge used to talk about you alllll the time, I bet you're pretty hung too huh?" He asked, bringing up an old ex of mine. We'd only ever had sex once, and nothing ever really clicked. I shrugged and frowned acceptingly.

"It's alright." I said pretty humbly, I'm not entirely shy, and since he showed his so casually, I figured I'd do the same. Undoing my zipper and pulling my pants down lightly, I'd reach into my boxers to pull out my own. We were around the same size, but he was definitely a bit thicker if you know what I mean. God. When did this turn into a sex journal. Smh.

"Daammn. Not bad dude, mine's more of a lady killer though." He said, putting his back in his shorts and pulling out his cellphone. I'd do the same and start checking my social media, out of boredom.

"So you gonna start setting up that thing later with Lucian?" I asked, looking up from my phone to notice him already making a phone call. I'd go silent, and listen in to Matt's conversation.

"Hey man, how's it going?"

"It's good dude, been focusing on school a lot lately. Why what've you been up to?"

"Nothing much, just smoking and hanging out. You still smoke?"

"Yeah dude, literally everyday. If you ever need a hook-up I got you."

"Oh I'm good, you down to chill later, and match a couple blunts and catch up?"

"I'm down, you still live on fifth avenue?"

"Yup. Around 8 sound good?"

"Perfect, I'll be there!"

"Alright, talk to you later, man."

"Peace."

"And it's settled. Tonight at 8, my place." Matt concluded, hanging up the phone and putting it back in his pocket. He'd then pick up the nearby game controller.

"Got it, down for some more games till Lynn gets out of church?" I asked, knowing we had plenty of time to waste till the third member of our trinity was around.

"Always." he responded. I'm still a bit curious about what just happened though. . like is that what straight guys do? Compare dick sizes casually? I mean it seems a little gay, but who am I to judge. It's just a dick, right? All guys have them. I'm sure the fascination about dick sizes stems far greater than just gay guys. Now I guess I just have to become friends with that hot guy from chemistry, maybe that's how I'll figure out what he's packin'. Man, now look what Matt's got me thinking about, I've been intentionally ignoring relationships and intimacy because it creates weakness. I mean, I guess it wouldn't hurt to get laid. Maybe a temporary fuck-buddy. I'll do some shopping around. Yeah. Gonna end this journal here because Matt keeps trying to read what I'm writing and that could get awkward.

GO SOMEWHERE LOSER.