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Abraham Chadwick was most assuredly a virgin…much to his great chagrin. Despite being all of eighteen years of age, not a single part of him had been introduced to the pleasures of the flesh, barring the ministrations of his own hands, of course. His heart was also in a pristine state; never having been touched by the caress of romantic love. It wasn’t that Abraham didn’t know what he wanted, far from it. Outside the companionable bounds of friendship, Abraham hadn’t had even the vaguest hint of attraction to womankind. For as long he could remember, Abraham had been drawn to the male of the species, from childhood crushes on teachers, to fellow students and even some of his neighbors – in particular, the handsome married gents, the Deacons, who lived directly behind his house and appeared to have little concern of being seen when they frolicked about in their backyard.

Nor was it due to a lack of physical appeal on Abraham’s behalf. Indeed, his sparkling blue eyes, silky auburn hair and clear complexion made for a rather fetching combination. He’d even done a spot of sneaky surveillance in the locker rooms from time to time – as boys are wont to do – to ensure that he was definitely more than adequate when it came to the measure of his manhood. Years of competitive swimming had also honed his body into a lean and wonderfully defined specimen of fitness. Abraham loved to swim and being in the water had always felt as natural to him as walking on land. His parents had even had a heated pool installed, after he’d relentlessly campaigned for some years, so that he could swim in their backyard all year round.

His chaste status wasn’t even due to a lack of opportunity, as there were quite a large number of eligible openly gay students at his high school, St. Francis Xavier. Originally, it had been an all-boys school staffed exclusively by priests, but it had converted to co-ed admissions about a decade previously and had consequently become far less strict in regards to its religious instruction. Discrimination of any kind was not tolerated and this more enlightened attitude had happily led to an open and safe atmosphere for all the students.

Rather, the main problem was that Abraham was painfully shy when it came to matters of the heart – and the crotch – and found it hard to talk to any guys he liked in a more than strictly platonic way. Even if he hadn’t been so bashful, Abraham didn’t wish to have sex with just anyone, as he wanted his first time to be with someone he loved – an old-fashioned notion perhaps, but one in which he truly believed. That being said, there were often times when his hormones got the better of him and his body cried out for the touch of any good-looking male who happened to be passing by.

Another impediment was that, outside of his small circle of close friends, Abraham wasn’t particularly open about his sexuality – not even his family was privy to his predilections. His main sounding board for such concerns was his ever-loyal best friend, Topher, who lived right next door and had listened to Abraham’s worries about his virgin condition with great patience over the past few years. Unlike Abraham, however, Topher was out and proud and even had a steady boyfriend, Eli. Abraham was awfully envious of Topher’s confidence, and thriving sex life, to say the least.

It was coming to the end of the summer and Abraham was getting ready to start his senior year. In spite of the fact that Abraham sometimes felt he was little more than a complicated mess of rampaging hormones and heightened emotion, he hoped that this would be the year that things changed for him. His greatest desire, apart from getting into a good college, was to take that other next big step towards adulthood and finally get a boyfriend. Besides, his sexual energy really needed to go somewhere other than his hand, which frankly bordered on developing carpal tunnel syndrome from overuse.

Why can’t I find a hot guy who will just sweep me off my feet and pound me senseless? Is it really too much to ask? At this rate, I’ll be a virgin until I’m thirty!

 * * *

It was almost the end of the first week of school and things seemed to be going as they always had for Abraham – classes, swim training and no miraculous arrival of the perfect match into his world. Granted, there seemed to be a heightened sense of camaraderie amongst the senior class, with people being even friendlier towards Abraham than normal. He just put the excess affability down to his classmates already beginning to feel nostalgic about their dwindling high school days and the big changes coming their way.

Behind Abraham, the wide hallway was bustling with the customary sounds of students making their way to class, banging locker doors and calling out to one another amongst the constant babble of conversations. Abraham was turning the combination to his locker when he felt the unexpected sensation of a strong, warm hand touch his upper arm.

“Pardon me,” asked a deep, confident voice with a distinct southern drawl, from beside him. “Can ya help me?”

Abraham turned to see a boy around his age with caramel-colored skin, wide handsome features, framed by short, cropped, black hair.

He’s gorgeous! Who is he?

“Y...yes.” Abraham was so nervous he was surprised he hadn’t lost the power of speech completely. “How can I help?”

“I’m Lincoln. I only just transferred here from New Orleans and I’m a bit lost. Can ya tell me where Mr. Peterson’s English would be?”

“Oh, that’s right beside my next class. It’s not far.” Abraham’s heart fluttered wildly in his chest and he desperately hoped that he didn’t look as flustered as he felt. “I can take you there if you like?”

“That’d be mighty kind of ya, thanks. What’s your name?”

“Abraham.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Ah…no.”

“Guess we were meant to find one another then,” remarked Lincoln laughing.

“What?”

Lincoln gave a brilliant flash of white teeth in a smile that traveled all the way up to his kind brown eyes. Befuddled, Abraham found it exceedingly hard to concentrate.

“Our names…Abraham and Lincoln.” Lincoln explained in an expectant tone.

“Oh, right.”

Ergggh, why am I so dumb? He must think I’m a complete moron!

“Sorry, lame joke I know,” said Lincoln, in a charming show of self-depreciation.

“No, it was funny…Guess I’m just a little slow today.”

As they walked, Abraham sneaked several furtive glances at his new companion; very much appreciating the way Lincoln’s electric-blue polo clung to his decidedly muscular torso. His eyes were also drawn to the extra-large red sneakers Lincoln was wearing.

If his feet are that big then maybe his…

Abraham pushed the thought aside before he became noticeably aroused – an embarrassingly easy occurrence of late given his unrequited yearnings. All too soon, for Abraham at least, they reached the door to the classroom.

“Well…this is it,” said Abraham reluctantly.

“Thanks, I really appreciate your help. It’s awful tough being new. See ya ‘round, Beau.”

Beau? Did he really call me, beautiful? Nobody calls me that…well except for mom but she doesn’t really count. He was probably just making another joke I didn’t get.

Lincoln flashed Abraham another warm, dazzlingly white smile before he turned and went into his class.

“Yeah…bye,” mumbled Abraham.

Damn the back of him is just as hot as the front! I have no chance.

Abraham’s face heated with an almost overpowering combination of embarrassment and arousal. In a bit of a daze, he slowly turned and made his way next door for his French class with Madame Perchet – a razor-thin, gray-haired harridan of a woman who seemed to take great delight in mercilessly chastising those who dared massacre her beloved language. She walked with an ivory-topped cane that she liked to brandish in the direction of unruly students and was generally feared amongst the student population…and by some of her colleagues, if truth be told.

The rest of the afternoon whisked past in a veritable blur for Abraham, and it would be safe to say that he absorbed absolutely nothing from his lessons. Every time he tried to focus on the class, Lincoln’s smile would reappear and everything else simply faded away.

The Virgin Heart

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New Adult, Gay Fiction, Romance,

Heat rating: 4