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  1. Ronyx

    RIP Aretha Franklin 1942-2018

    She was indisputably the Queen of Soul, a true legend whose music will live on for generations.
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    Happy Birthday, Cia!

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    Chapter 8

    School begins next week. I don’t know where the summer went. I have been so busy with Bobby and keeping my customers happy that I have lost track of the days. It really didn’t hit me until Mom told me that she was going to take me shopping for school clothes. “God, No!” I screamed as I fell on the couch moaning. “I don’t want to go back to school! Please, let me drop out!” I begged. I really didn’t want to go back. If she had said I could stay home, I would have very happily done it. “What do you expect me to do?” she asked. “Take care of your sorry ass the rest of your life? I don’t think so.” She looked at me and laughed while I continued crawling around on the couch. “No! Please Mom!” I cried. “Shoot me! Put me out of my misery!” “Bang! You’re dead!” She pointed her finger at me and pretended to shoot a gun. Then she raised it to her mouth and blew it off, like some cowboy in a cheap western movie. “Go call Bobby,” she told me. “He’s going with us.” “You got to be kidding?” I replied excitedly. “All he’s going to want is white shirts and black pants. He’s the school geek, you know.” “Not this year,” she smiled. “I talked with Nancy, and she wants me to help Bobby pick out a new wardrobe. That’s why I’m taking him shopping. She’d give in and end up buying him what he wants.” “Yes! He’s not going to look nerdy this year!” I pumped my fist into the air. It didn’t bother me the way Bobby dressed for school, but I knew it would hurt me to hear other students laughing at him behind his back. Besides, I had gotten used to him running around in a tee shirt and shorts all summer. He looked cute when he dressed like a normal teenager. Shopping with Bobby and my mom was an adventure. He whined every time she would hold up a colorful shirt or denim shorts. Whenever he would head to the business men’s section, she’d drag him back to the normal clothes. After a few incidences like this, she wised up. She only took him in shops that only offered teen wear. He had no choice but to select clothing more suitable. He kept insisting he would wait and go shopping with his mother, but my mom told him he couldn’t. At one point he called his mother on the cell phone. She told him that if he didn’t buy his clothes today, then he would be going naked to school. When I told him that would be all right with me, he called me a perv. Shopping for shoes was another experience. He wanted black shoes like his father wears to work. My mother absolutely refused. She told him he was not going to school looking like an old man. After throwing several temper tantrums, he did end up buying a nice pair of Nike’s and leather sandals. He looked cute in the sandals with his little toes showing. I liked them so well, I talked my mother into buying me a pair. When we took him home, his mother was ecstatic? She made him model everything he had bought. She oohed and aahed over everything he put on. After changing into several outfits, he began to pose like a model. He had us all laughing. His mother grabbed a camera and began taking pictures. She later gave me copies which I put up on my bedroom wall. I look at them before I go to bed each night. “Mark! Get out of bed. You have to go to school,” my mother shouted down the hall. I groaned and put the pillow over my head. Maybe if I pretended not to hear her I could avoid the inevitable. “Amy, you too. Get out of bed.” When I heard my sister groan, I began laughing. She hated school as much as I did. She loved going and being with her friends, but she didn’t like going to classes. If she could spend the day sitting in the cafeteria gossiping about other students, she would love it. “Mark! Amy! Get your asses out of bed. Now!” We both knew this was the last time she would call us. She didn’t curse unless she was angry. It wouldn’t be but a few minutes more before she came in and dragged us out of bed. Then she would probably ground us for a week. In the past it didn’t bother me if she put me on punishment. That would always give me an excuse to stay in my room and play with my Playstation watch porn on the computer. But now I wanted to hang with Bobby, and I couldn’t if I was grounded. I jumped out of bed and ran down the hall to the bathroom. If I didn’t beat Amy, she would be in there until it was time for us to leave. I don’t know what she does in there. She never looks any better coming out than she did going in. Just as I slammed the door shut, Amy began banging on the door. “Get out of there, fag!” she screamed while hitting the door. “One week, Young Lady!” I heard my mother shout out angrily. This was the third time this summer that Amy had been punished for calling me a fag. Sooner or later she would eventually learn that Mom didn’t want her calling me that. “You’re still a fag,” she whispered through the door. She then stomped angrily back to her room. I looked in the mirror to see how my forehead looked. The swelling had gone down, but there was still a visible bruise. It wasn’t as dark as it had been last week, but you could still see its yellowish color. I could always say that I ran into a tree or something. Bobby, on the other hand, looked far worse. The jab Scott had given him had left a pretty bad shiner. My mother got upset every time she saw him. Last night she had put some makeup on him to see if it would cover up the bruise. I almost peed my pants laughing at him. She ended up wiping it over his entire face to make it blend. He looked like that preacher’s wife who I see on television sometimes. My mother takes us to school the first day. She has to make sure that Amy is properly registered, and she wants to meet her teachers. Amy isn’t very cooperative in class, so she wants to make sure that they have her number so they can call her if they need to. They would be calling often. Amy stays in trouble. Last year she cussed out a teacher and was suspended for a week. Surprise, surprise! “You boys have fun.” She leaned over to kiss my cheek, but I quickly opened the door and jumped out. That was all I needed was someone seeing my mother kiss me goodbye. She started laughing when I jumped out. She may have found it cute, but I didn’t. Bobby got out, and we walked into school together. Since we have already received our schedules in the mail two weeks ago, we didn’t have to join the lines that were forming for new students or those who had moved during the summer. We walked through the cafeteria line and got the usual nutritious breakfast offering, a carton of 2% milk and a hard donut in cellophane. I feel sorry for those students who have to depend on this crap to hold them over until lunch. I usually end up giving my donut to one of my friends. “Look what we have here.” I didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. I could recognize Scott’s sexy voice. “You two look real pretty. I like my work.” His usual band of followers was with him. They circled behind us. “What do you want, Scott?” I asked angrily. He sat down across from us and leaned across the table, staring into my face. “We have some unfinished business,” he sneered. “You still haven’t sucked my dick. Your boyfriend has.” I looked into his face and hated what I saw. I don’t know why I had found him so cute. He is an ugly person to me now. “Fuck you, Scott!” I spat. I knew he could hurt me if he wanted, but at that moment I really didn’t care. I was tired of him thinking he could have anything he wanted. He definitely wasn’t going to have me. “No, Mark. I’m going to fuck you,” he threatened. “Your sweet ass is going to be mine.” I looked into his eyes and knew he meant it. I felt a cold chill go down my spine. “Then when I’m through with you, I’m going to fuck your boyfriend’s ass too. I’m sure you’ve got it stretched real nice for me.” “Touch him and I’ll kill you!” Anger was shooting from my eyes, but he paid no attention to it. I wanted to reach across the table and strangle his neck. “Oohh! I’m so scared,” he began laughing. “When you least expect it.” He got up from the table, walked around and pushed his hard cock into my back. “This is yours, Sweet Thing.” He then started laughing and walked away. “I’m scared.” Bobby’s voice was shaking. “He’s going to hurt us. I know he is.” “We’re going to have to move fast if we’re going to stop him,” I said. “Maybe we should put our plan into action.” “I don’t know. He’ll know it’s us,” his voice quivered. “He’ll kill us if we do.” “Give me one of the posters you made.” He reached into his book bag and pulled out one of the wanted posters he had downloaded weeks earlier. I took it and shoved it into my book bag before anyone around us could see. “What are you going to do with that?” Bobby asked. “Nothing.” He looked at me skeptically. “All right. I’m going to put Plan A into action.” “He’s going to hurt us.” Bobby seemed scared to death. “Maybe I should tell my dad. He’ll know what to do.” “Look, Bobby. We can’t go running to your dad every time something goes wrong. We have to learn how to handle our own problems.” I was trying to sound brave. “Scott picked this fight, we have to finish it. I want revenge.” I threw up my hand for him to hit it. “Revenge!” Bobby raised his hand and I high-fived it, but I could still see the fear in his eyes. I’m guessing mine probably contained the same look. We left the cafeteria and went our separate ways. I really wanted to stay with Bobby, but we didn’t share any classes together. I wouldn’t be seeing him again until lunch. At least we both ate at the same time. I walked down the hall and tried to avoid eye contact. I didn’t want to see if other students were staring at me. I was pretty sure that the whole school knew about me and Bobby. Besides, it wasn’t unusual for me to walk quietly through the halls. Most students had become familiar with my aloofness. My first period class is my favorite subject- American Literature. I am an avid reader at home, and I love the way the teacher can make stories jump off the page. Mr. Allison teaches the class. I had had him last year also. He had quickly become my favorite teacher when he called me by name the second day of class. He didn’t even look at the student list. He had remembered it. “Good morning, Mark.” Mr. Allison smiled at me. “Nice to have you in class again this year. I’m expecting good work out of you like last year.” I was grinning ear to ear as I walked to a seat in the middle of the room. I don’t like sitting in the front rows because teachers usually call on students to answer questions. The lazy and talkative students sit in the back. The middle suits me fine. I scanned the room to see the familiar faces I have seen over the years. Everyone seemed to have grown quite a bit over the summer. The boys appeared taller, and the girls’ shirts filled out a little more in the front. I felt like the same person I was last year. The bell rang, and Mr. Allison stood in the front of the room to take attendance. Scott came running in breathlessly. Mr. Allison gave him a stern look. “What’s up, Teach?” Scott said as he hurried past him. “Mr. Allison,” The teacher said sharply. “Whatever,” Scott shot back. “That just got you a night’s detention, Mr.-” He scanned his list quickly, “Olsteen.” “Bitch,” Scott muttered under his breath. He scanned the room for an empty seat. Unfortunately, the only seat available was the one in back of me. He walked past me and brushed my shoulder before sitting. “Hey again, Sweet Thing,” he whispered as he sat down. “This must be my lucky day. I get to look at your ass for an hour.” He then made a kissing sound. “Yeah. All mine.” I buried my hands in my head and groaned. Why me? Of all the classes in this school, all the seats in each class, and he has to sit behind me. I jumped when I felt his bare foot touch my ass. I let out a startled scream. “Something wrong, Mark?” asked Mr. Allison. My face was beet red. I was not used to being noticed in class. I could hear Scott giggling behind me. “No, Sir. I’m all right,” I lied. I had already decided to ask Mr. Allison if I could change seats after class. I just didn’t want to do it in front of the whole class. “Today class, I want to see what you forgot over the summer.” Several students began to laugh. “I have a small test to see what you know about American literature.” The entire class groaned. “It’s not that bad,” he laughed. I remembered that Allison liked students to work together. He believed that students who were better academically could help those who struggled. Fortunately, last year I had worked with a shy girl who only passed the class because of the help I had provided her. Now I was afraid of what was about to happen. “You may work with a partner on this assignment.” There it was. The words I didn’t want to hear. He began passing out the worksheet. I felt Scott grab the back of my desk and pull it beside his. “Me and you are going to be partners, Sweet Thing.” He looked over at me and grinned. Last year I would have died to have been able to work with someone like Scott. He was every gay boy’s wet dream. Now, however, I felt like I was going to throw up. “I don’t think so.” I gathered my notebook and walked out of the class. I could hear Mr. Allison calling my name as I left, but I didn’t care. There was no way I was going to work with that asshole, even if it meant failing the class. I would talk later to Mr. Allison and try to make up some excuse for leaving. I didn’t know exactly where to go when I left. I had never cut a class before. I had heard students talking about their favorite places to go, but those were usually make-out spots. I went to the library, but the librarian refused to let me in because I didn’t have a pass from a teacher. I tried hiding out in a boys’ restroom, but it seemed like other guys had the same idea. Everyone I entered was occupied by two or three guys smoking. I definitely didn’t want to get caught with them. Smoking on school grounds was a five-day suspension. Out of desperation I decided to go to the counselor’s office and pretend that I had a problem with my schedule. Even though I liked Mr. Allison’s class, I was going to ask for a transfer. When I got there, the place was crowded with other students. I quietly took a seat and decided to wait out the rest of the period. At least it would appear that I was not skipping class. After twenty minutes the bell rang for second period. I looked at my schedule- Algebra II. Oh, God! Who decided that it was important for people to have to take a subject like algebra? I knew that if I lived to be a hundred, I would never find a practical use for it. Teacher always say we learn it so we can think logically. Surely, there must be another way to master that skill without having to endure nine months of equations. I made my way to Mrs. Bowen’s class. As I approached, I saw Scott go walking in. He was with Richard. I was doomed. Not only did I have to tolerate Scott, I had to deal with one of his loyal followers. I entered the room and looked around. They had taken a seat in the back. I hated sitting in the front row, but when faced with the alternative, it was an easy choice. The teacher had not arrived, so the class was rather rowdy. As I sat there, I felt something hard hit my back and explode. Within seconds, water was running down my back. The class was roaring with laughter. Someone had hit me with a water balloon. “Aw. Look everyone. The fag got wet.” It was Scott’s voice. Everyone laughed even louder. I was angry. That was the last straw. He may be bigger than me, but I wasn’t going to sit here and take his abuse the rest of the school year. I rushed to the back of the room and tackled him to the ground. He wasn’t expecting me to react in a violent manner, so I had caught him off guard. I began pounding on him. I don’t even know where I hit him. I was just blindly swinging. “You stupid Mother Fucker!” I screamed as I hit him. He was shielding his head so I wouldn’t hit him in his face. “I hate you!” I could feel students trying to pull me off. Suddenly I was lifted to my feet and slammed against the wall. I was looking into the angry face of Dean Snow. He was the dean of boys and never tolerated students fighting in school. I knew I was in serious trouble. I looked down and saw Scott looking up at me with a stupid smirk on his face. He knew he was not in trouble since he had thrown no punches. Suddenly, the smirk turned to a look of anger. He mouthed the words, “You’re dead.” Dean Snow took me and Scott to his office. After playing the innocent victim, he was given a pass and allowed to return to class. I, on the other hand, was given a five-day suspension for fighting. I was told to wait in the outer office until my mother arrived. When the bell rang ending the period, I watched as students walked by. A few pointed at me and laughed. Suddenly, Bobby burst through the door and sat down beside me. “I heard what happened,” he said breathlessly. “Are you all right?” “Five days.” I held up my suspension paper and showed it to him. A sad looked appeared on his face. “Damn, Mark,” he frowned. “This is just the first day of school.” “This is how the rest of the year is going to go. Scott’s in almost all my classes. I can’t deal with him,” I said dejectedly. I don’t think I had ever felt so helpless in my life. The school year was going to be even worse than I had expected. In nine years of school, I had never once been in trouble. One day with Scott, and I was being suspended. “Listen, I gotta get to class before the bell rings.” Bobby stood and looked sadly down at me. “I’ll come by your house when school’s out.” “If my mom let’s you in,” I replied. “I’ll probably be on punishment until I’m twenty-five.” I knew she was not going to take this news lightly. “Bye, Mark.” He turned and headed out the door. Five minutes later my mother entered with a very angry look on her face. I couldn’t tell if she was mad at me or disappointed. It was probably a little of both. She didn’t say anything to me. She just grabbed my hand and led me out the door. I thought we were going to the car, but instead she took me to Dr. Johnson’s office. She was the principal of the school. “I want to speak to Dr. Johnson,” My mother insisted angrily to the secretary. “She’s in a parent conference. She can’t see you right now,” the secretary replied sharply. I could tell that she had had experience dealing with angry parents. “Fine. We’ll wait.” My mother led me over to some chairs against the wall, and we sat down. She still hadn’t looked at me or said anything. I figured she was really mad at me. We sat there for about forty minutes until Dr. Johnson walked out of her office with a parent. She looked over at my mother and smiled. “Rita. What are you doing here?” she asked as she approached my mother and gave her a hug. I was astounded. My mother knew the principal! I found out later that Dr. Johnson and her husband were frequent diners at the restaurant where my mother works. She is their favorite waitress, and they always ask for my mother when they eat there. “I need to talk to you about my son,’ she insisted. “I think he was unfairly suspended. I talked to Dean Snow on the phone, and Mark was never asked to give his side of the story. I think he needs to tell you what happened.” I felt my stomach begin to knot inside. I would rather have taken the suspension than have to deal with the embarrassment of telling her about my problems with Scott. My mother had put me on the spot. I knew she would be disappointed in me if I didn’t stand up for myself. So, I spent the next few minutes telling her how Scott had outed me during the summer and how he was now treating me at school. I even told her how he had sexually threatened me and Bobby, and I explained how I had gotten the bruise on my head. It was embarrassing, but my mother held my hand the entire time. Dr. Johnson said she understood but was bound by school rules to uphold the suspension since I was the one who had initiated the fight. Considering the circumstances, she did reduce it to three days. She said she would talk to other students and see if any of them could confirm my suspicion that Scott had thrown the water balloon. If so, he would be suspended as well. As for the sexual threats, she was going to ask for a parent conference with Scott and Mr. Olsteen. I cringed when she said this. I knew that nothing but more trouble could possibly come from this. He would only deny it, and his uncle would back him up. Dr. Johnson did assure me that the school had zero-tolerance for sexual harassment, and if it continued she would have no problem removing Scott from school. I felt comforted knowing that the principal had believed me and didn’t doubt anything I had said. She was also going to talk to Bobby and assure him as well. When my mother and I stood to leave, she even gave me a hug. At least I knew I had one person in school on my side. As we left the office I stopped suddenly and gasped when I looked down the hall. On every door was a picture was taped the wanted poster of Scott’s father and mother. I began laughing. Bobby had decided to go to Plan A.
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    Story Review: Losing Kevin

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    Chapter 7

    @Wesley8890 Now, tell us how you REALLY feel.
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    Chapter 7

    Things were going really well for Bobby and me. We were hanging out almost daily. This was a new experience for me. I had never had anyone I considered a best friend. Now I had a best friend and a boyfriend all in one small package. I think the same thing applied to me as far as he was concerned, except my package was bigger! Everyday Bobby never ceases to amaze me. He is like super intelligent. I didn’t know kids like him exist. He may look like a twelve-year-old, but he is smarter than any adult I know. It is like a man living in a little boy’s body. I would say I feel sorry for him, but he seems extremely happy being who he is. By being around him, I also feel better about myself. If I ever run into a problem, he tells me to stop and think. There is no problem so large that it can’t be handled by thinking logically. My only problem is, I don’t think logically. My thoughts are emotional. However, he reminded me how I had dealt with my sister, Amy. I handled it logically, and the results had been positive. My sister is no longer seeing boys, and the threat of a teenage pregnancy has been avoided. “What about Scott when school starts?” I reminded him one day. I still feared going back to school. I had heard through the rumor mill that his uncle had enrolled him in our school for the fall. He is also going to be a sophomore. There is a good chance that we will probably share some classes together. I won’t have Bobby in any of my classes because he is in the accelerated program. I make good grades, but only because I work my butt off for them. They don’t come easily. “What about Scott?” he asked. “I told you. He’s not going to bother us.” “You may be sure of it, but I’m not,” I said worriedly. “He’s crazy. You know that. Plus, now he has a band of guys who follow him around like he’s a superstar or something.” “Good. You know that the bigger they are the harder they fall.” I gave him a questioning look. “What do you have in mind?” I knew since he had found Scott’s parents on the internet he was planning something. Every time I would ask him about it, he would give me vague answers. “I really can’t say right now.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I have to wait for school to start. We’re going to have to watch what he does. Everyone makes mistakes. We have to wait for him to screw up, and then we’ll move in.” “What kind of mistakes?” I asked. “Not sure yet,” he replied. “You’ll probably have him in some of your classes. I want to know where he sits, particularly if he has access to a computer. I want to monitor his activity.” “And just how do you plan to do that?” I raised a doubting eyebrow. “It’s easy. I’m going to be working in the library last period as an aide. They don’t have any classes to offer me that period. It was either be an aide in the library or a gym assistant. You can imagine which one I took.” “I would have taken the gym. Just imagine- naked boys!” I said excitedly. “Yeah, right. Like I really care. I get to see you naked whenever I want to.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and I started to blush. “Perv.” We both started to laugh. “Seriously, how can you monitor his activity?” “Easy. The school has a central data bank located in the library. They monitor activity on the all the computers. It’s like a Net Nanny. All the school’s computers are hooked up to a cable network. If someone tries to download something they shouldn’t, a warning goes off.” “No, shit!” I screamed. I’m glad I had never downloaded any porn at school. I had thought about it a few times, but always chickened out. “Remember Mr. Shavers?” he asked. “Yeah. The science teacher who left after the first semester?” I hadn’t had him as a teacher, but others thought he was pretty cool. “They caught him watching porn,” he said excitedly. “The superintendent fired him on the spot. He had to give up his license or they were going public with it.” “Damn, dude. How do you know all this?” I asked. He gave me a wicked grin. “Dr. Sanders came to me last year and asked me help him monitor Shavers computer after school.” Dr. Sanders is the district superintendent. I looked at Bobby wide-eyed as he told me all this. “They thought he was sending dirty emails to a female student,” he continued. “Then they found out what else he was doing. I was only allowed to hack into his computer. They wouldn’t let me see what they found, but I’d always go back in later and read it myself. The guy was a real perv!” “Shit!” I didn’t know what else to say. Bobby had been involved in getting a teacher fired. “Can you do that with Scott too?” I asked excitedly. I would really like to know what sites he was accessing. It would be interesting if he was going to the same ones I did. “Yeah. It’ll be a piece of cake. The librarian never pays attention to what I do. She trusts me, so I’m pretty free to do whatever I want. Just tell me where he sits when he’s at a computer, and I can monitor what he does.” We were both grinning ear to ear. I could tell by the look on Bobby’s face that he was going to pay Scott back. This was going to be good, and I had front row seats to the best show in town! A few weeks later, Bobby and I decided to go swimming. We hadn’t gone that much because Scott always seemed to be there. I think he enjoyed walking around half naked in front of everyone. When he first started going, he always wore baggy shorts. However, recently he was wearing white Speedos. Girls followed him around everywhere he went. It was disgusting to watch them follow behind him like dogs in heat. He seemed to love the attention, but it was really strange because I don’t think he ever dated any of them. Any time I saw him at the mall, he was always with a few of the guys. Bobby and I had also sat behind him and his friends at the theater. There were never any girls around. On this day we thought that he was not going to be at the pool. We always looked before we went in. If he was there, we would usually walk on. We didn’t see him anywhere. We went into the locker room and began to undress. If we were alone, Bobby would change in front of me. If others were around, he would put his towel around him when he dressed. After we had dressed, we turned to go into the pool area. Scott came strutting in with Richard and a few of his other cronies. “Well, well, well,” he said smugly as he blocked the door. “It’s the two little boyfriends.” His friends started giggling. “Did we break up anything?” He stepped away from the door and approached Bobby. “How are you doing Sweet Lips?” My face was beginning to burn with anger. His friends continued to laugh in the background. “Why are you with little dick here when you can have this again?” He reached down and pulled his cock out of his shorts and began stroking it. “Leave him alone!” I shouted. I was trembling, but there was no way I was going to let him hurt Bobby again. I would get my ass kicked, but at least I could try. “Aw, isn’t this sweet.” He turned and looked at his friends as they began to laugh. “His boyfriend is trying to protect him.” “I said leave him alone!” I stood in front of him and stared into his eyes. They became dark, and I watched as his mood changed from amusement to anger. “And just what do you plan to do, fag?” He pushed me backwards. Bobby stepped between us just as Scott threw his fist at me. It connected to Bobby’s left eye. I saw him reel backwards and fall down. “You fucker!” I screamed as I charged him. I had never been in a fight before, so I had no idea what to do. I just started swinging my arms hoping that something would connect. The next thing I knew, I felt a stabbing pain to my right temple. I stumbled back and landed on my ass on the wet floor. I tried to get up, but he kicked me in my side, almost causing me to throw up. “Let’s get out of here,” I heard him say. I managed to look up as he and his friends walked past me and exited the door. I could make out Bobby crawling towards me. “You all right, Mark?” He grabbed the side of my face and looked at me. I could see complete fear in his eyes. “Are you hurt?” “Are you all right, Baby?” I reached out and pulled him into me. I looked at his left eye and noticed that it was already red and swollen. “Yeah. I’m okay,” he began to cry. “But you don’t look too good. I’m going to go get help.” He jumped up and ran out into the pool area. He ran back in seconds later followed by the head lifeguard. He lifted me up, and with Bobby’s help, managed to get me to his office. After a quick examination, the guard decided that I had not been seriously hurt. My temple was beginning to swell, but otherwise I was all right. He kept holding up fingers and asking me how many. He stopped doing it when I kept responding 30. He tried to call my mother, but she was not at home. She had probably already headed out to the restaurant. I kept insisting I was all right and could make it home, but he wouldn’t let me leave until I could get in touch with an adult relative. I reached into my pocket, pulled out Aunt Janice’s phone number and handed it to him. He talked to her briefly on the phone and then announced that she was on her way. He left to go back out and guard the swimmers while Bobby and I remained in his office waiting for Aunt Janice to arrive. Bobby kept hold me and kissing my forehead. If I hadn’t been in so much pain, I would have found it cute. Besides, I was also concerned for him. His eye was beginning to close and was turning blue. My aunt arrived a half hour later. Her face paled when she walked in and took one look at us. “Oh, Sweet Jesus!” she shouted. “What happened to the two of you?” She rushed over and threw her arms around us. She then stepped back and examined our faces. “Let me guess,” she said angrily. “Scott?” “Yes, Ma’am,” Bobby replied timidly. “He was picking on me, and Mark tried to stop him.” She grabbed our hands and led us out to her car. She was walking so fast we could hardly keep up with her. My aunt was pissed. I had no idea what she was going to do, but I sure didn’t want to argue with her at that moment. “Tell me what happened,” she insisted after we got in the car. We explained what had happened in the locker room. She kept looking at us and shaking her head. “Where does Scott live?” she asked as she pulled out of the parking lot. Bobby gave her directions to his house. When we arrived, she told us to get out of the car. She grabbed our hands, stormed up to the front door and began angrily banging on it. Mr. Olsteen answered. “See what that mean nephew of yours did.” She grabbed our faces and began turning them to show him our bruises. “Go back to the car and wait,” she instructed us. “Mr. Olsteen and I are going to have a little talk.” She pushed him out of the way and entered his house. Bobby and I returned to the car and sat together in the back seat. He reached over and held my hand. “Thanks Mark,” he said sadly. “You didn’t have to try and stop him.” “But I couldn’t let him hurt you,” I replied as I squeezed his hand. “If I knew how to fight, I wouldn’t have gotten my ass kicked so bad.” “Yeah,” he began to giggle. “You looked like a windmill.” “Shut up,” I laughed. “I was trying to be your knight in shining armor.” “You looked more like Don Quixote.” He became sullenly and said, “Thanks.” He then leaned over and kissed me on my cheek. We looked up and saw Aunt Janice storming out of the Olsteen house, her face red with anger. She got in the car and slammed the door. “That man is a jackass, just like his nephew!” she shouted angrily. Bobby and I looked at each other and quickly buckled our seat belts. The ride home was going to be frightening! She stopped at the grocery store on the way. Bobby and I sat quietly in the backseat waiting for her to return. She came back out with two plastic bags. In one was a bag of ice. In the other were a dozen lemons. She took us to Bobby’s house. His mother met us at the door and gasped when she saw our faces. She rushed us inside and into the kitchen where my aunt began to make bags of ice and place them on our faces to help stop the swelling. Bobby’s eye had turned a beautiful shade of blue. I hadn’t had a chance to see what I looked like, but by the way everyone was reacting, it must not have looked too good. While Mrs. Owens attended to us, Aunt Janice began squeezing lemons into a pitcher. As I watched her move about, I began to understand her statement about life handing you lemons better. When she was finished and began to pour us glasses of lemonade, she had calmed down considerably. After a while, the mood had gotten lighter as Bobby’s mother told us childhood stories about him. His face went through several shades of red. Aunt Janice kept calling him adorable. The mood changed again when Mr. Owens came home from work and saw our faces. After a brief explanation of what had happened, he disappeared into his den and called Mr. Olsteen. We could hear him shouting and cussing from behind the closed door. In the past few weeks I had known him, I had never seen him upset. He seemed to be a pretty laid-back guy. However, he was unleashing all his anger. “That man is a jackass!” he screamed as he came storming into the kitchen. Bobby and I looked over at Aunt Janice and started laughing. She told Bobby’s father to sit down as she set a large glass of cold lemonade in front of him. Bobby and I headed to his room for a while. His mother warned us to keep the ice packs on our swollen faces. We sat down on the bed beside each other and smiled. I looked at his black eye, and he looked at my swollen forehead. “Thanks again, Mark.” Tears began to form in his eyes. “Hey. None of that. We’re warriors now. We have wounds to prove it,” I joked. He just frowned. “We’ve got wounds. Unfortunately, our enemy doesn’t,” he said sadly. “We should have at least kicked him in the balls.” “Yeah, right,” I smiled. “The both of us together couldn’t fight our way out of a wet paper bag.” “He’s still going to get his,” Bobby replied angrily. “He may have won this battle, but we’re going to win the war.” Just then his mother knocked gently on the door and asked for permission to enter. “Come in!” Bobby shouted. “Pack a bag, Son,” she instructed him. “Janice said you and Mark can spend a couple of days with her.” He jumped up and excitedly grabbed his gym bag and started packing. Mrs. Owens laughed as she walked over and helped him. When we got to my house, my mother was waiting for us in the kitchen. For the third time, we had to endure another adult go into a tirade about our bruises. We headed to my room to pack while my aunt tried to calm my mother down. She kept insisting that she was going to call Mr. Olsteen, but Aunt Janice assured her that he had already gotten an earful from her and Bobby’s father. As we passed my sister’s room she opened the door and saw our faces. “What happened to you two? Make another pass at someone?” she smirked. “Bite me,” I responded angrily. “Naw. I don’t think so. Let your boyfriend do it.” She slammed the door and locked it before I could reach it. We retreated to my room and I packed a bag. We then joined my aunt in the kitchen for the ride to her house. The two days I spent at my Aunt Janice’s with Bobby were probably the best days I’d ever had. I was able to be me. You have no idea how that made me feel. I didn’t have to worry about hiding who I am. I was with my best friend, or should I say boyfriend, and my aunt who is also gay. I also didn’t have to deal with Amy, who still continued to call me a fag. It was late when we arrived the first night. My aunt was still fretting about us like a mother hen. She would have made a wonderful mother. It’s too bad she never had any children. We watched television for an hour while she made sure we kept the ice packs on our faces. I was afraid I was going to freeze my brain if I left it on too long. She assured us that it wouldn’t. We went to bed around midnight. We had the upstairs to ourselves. Aunt Janice’s bedroom is on the first floor on the opposite side of the house. We didn’t have to worry about how much noise we made if we started horse playing around like we usually do. That night, however, we were extremely tired. The excitement of the day had worn us both out. We stripped off our clothes, leaving on our underwear. It was the first time we had slept together, so it was a little awkward. We argued over who would get which side of the bed. It seems that we both like to sleep on the right side, so we ended up tossing a coin. I lost. After slipping into bed, Bobby scooted over and curled up beside me, putting his arm around me and resting it on my stomach. He gently stroked my stomach and chest, tweaking my nipples a few times. Needless to say, I was getting hard as a rock. “Mmm,” he murmured. “This is nice. I feel like an old married couple.” He began to giggle. He lowered his hand and began stroking my dick through my underwear. I felt like I was getting ready to explode. I grabbed his hand and made him stopped before I shot too quickly. “Stop,” I gasped. “I’m going to cum if you don’t stop.” He didn’t say anything. Instead, he grabbed the top of my underwear and pulled them down. I raised up as he pulled them down to my ankles and then removed them. He started giving my chest gentle little baby kisses. I was moaning my approval. He lowered his head and kissed downward until he reached my cock. He took it in his hand and squeezed it. I moaned and raised myself slightly, trying to force him to stroke it harder. He lowered his mouth onto my cock and engulfed it. I let out a gasp and rammed it into his mouth. He started gagging. “Sorry,” I whispered hoarsely. “It’s just that this is my first blowjob. God, it feels great!” Gaining confidence, he began to suck me deeper and harder. I wasn’t going to last long. “Here I cum,” I moaned and reached down to force his head off me. I didn’t want to cum in his mouth. I knew he had said he wanted to take things slowly. Instead, he batted my hands away just as I exploded into his mouth. He sucked harder, swallowing my large load. He began to gag slightly as he swallowed the final drops. He moved up beside me and rested his head on my heaving chest. He rubbed it gently as I came down off the high he had taken me too. After a few minutes, I rolled him over and began to lick his tiny nipples. He wiggled around on the bed, begging me to stop. “That tickles!” he screamed. It’s a good thing my aunt’s room was far from ours. He was making a lot of noise. I licked downward until I came to his erect cock. It was so cute standing straight up and shining a bright red. I licked around it and then headed for his small balls. I took them both in my mouth, and he again let out a large moan. I licked around for a minute until he grabbed my head and directed it to his cock. “Now!” he moaned. I took his cock to the base just as he began to cum. I took it deeply into my throat, and I could feel his cum shooting out. It was the most exciting thing I had ever experienced. I could feel him pulsing with each shot. He grabbed my head and pulled me off. “It’s starting to hurt,” he said. I moved up and lay beside him. We didn’t even bother to put our clothes back on. Bobby curled up into a ball behind me and spooned me. He threw his arm over me and pulled me in tightly. I was beginning to drift off to sleep when he put his mouth to my ear and whispered, “I’m falling in love with you, Mark.” I took his hand and kissed it gently. “Me, too,” I whispered as I fell asleep.
  7. Ronyx

    Chapter 6

    All the way to Bobby’s house I wanted to turn back. He could sense my nervousness and kept saying, “It’ll be all right, Mark. My dad doesn’t bite.” Then he would laugh slightly. It wasn’t the talk, as much as it was talking to his dad. I guess in the back of my mind I missed not having a father around. I had always told myself it didn’t matter, but I know it did. My own father should be having this talk with me. But that was impossible. He now lived in Florida with ‘the other woman.’ I was only six when he and my mother got a divorce, but I can still remember them shouting at one another. It went on for months. I used to lie in bed and cry myself to sleep at night after hearing them fight. I was too young to understand, but now I realize that my father had been having an affair with his secretary. After working closely together for several years, I guess they fell in love. My mother took it hard. My father was a lawyer, and she was the reason he had been able to go to school. They met in college and married after graduation. He wanted to go into law, but they couldn’t afford it. My mother insisted that he follow his dream. Besides having my sister and me, she worked two jobs while he pursued his degree. Once he established himself as an attorney in a law firm, he ditched my mother for the younger woman. I haven’t seen him since he left nine years ago. He calls on the phone about once a month and talks to my sister and me. My mother refuses to answer when he calls. We know when she hollers out to, “Answer the damn phone,” it is him calling. He never forgets to send us money for our birthdays or Christmas. I like receiving it, but I always feel like he is making a donation to a charity. I despise him as much as she does. I have watched her for years try to pull her life back together. I had been given the role of man of the family at a young age. But on a day like today, when I should be getting guidance from my own father, I hate him even more for deserting us. “What’s wrong, Mark?” Bobby startled me from my thoughts. “You’re awful quiet.” “I’m okay,” I assured him. “Just worried about what your father will say. You don’t think he doesn’t want us seeing each other, do you?” “Are you kidding?” he replied excitedly. “My dad’s crazy about you. You’ve fooled him into believing you’re a nice kid. But I know better.” He began to giggle. “Well you’re the one who put your hand down my pants,” I laughed. “You’re not going to tell my dad about that, are you?” He sounded very worried. “Yep. I’m going to tell him what a perverted son he has,” I continued to laugh. “God, Mark. Don’t! Please!” He pleaded. I started laughing harder. “I’d die of embarrassment!” “Don’t worry, Bobby.” I took his hand and held it. “I’m just playing with you.” I could hear him let out a sigh of relief. When we got to his house, his parents were sitting in the living room watching television. They were watching some documentary on the History Channel. I believe that when you turn thirty, it’s mandatory that you stop watching anything good on TV. My sister and I fight all the time with my mother. She is always grabbing the remote and turning it o the PBS channel. I can only say one word for it- boring. We sat and tried to act like we were semi-interested in something about the Civil War. I hate to say it, but I did learn a few things about Abe Lincoln that I hadn’t learned in class. However, I’ll never admit it to his parents. When it went off, his father rose and asked us to follow him. We stopped by the kitchen and picked up some snacks and pop. He led us out to the backyard, and we sat in the middle of the yard. He kicked off his shoes and lay back looking up at the sky. I gave Bobby a questioning look, and he just shrugged his shoulders. He seemed as confused by his father’s behavior as I was. “Lie down boys,” he said. We kicked off our shoes and lay down beside him staring up into the sky. It was really peaceful. Bobby rested his arm against mine, and I could feel him gently breathing. “It’s amazing to think,” his father spoke softly, “that all you see before you is infinite. There is no end. It just keeps going on forever.” I looked out into space and was overcome with the reality of infinity. I had never looked at the universe that way. “The sky we’re looking at is the same one that people millions of years ago stared out into.” I immediately pictured a caveman looking out into space as we were now doing. “But as infinite as space is, life is not. It is just a speck in time. We are only here for a few short seconds compared to space itself. And since we’re only here for a short time, we must make the best of it.” I was getting confused. We were supposed to be having a talk about sex. What did it have to do with the sky? “In your life you’re going to experience many things. You will feel love and hate, happiness and anger, peace and war, charity and greed. It’s what you do with those feelings that will make the men you become. Will you love more than hate? Will you fill your heart with happiness more than bitterness? Will you seek peace over war? And will you give more than you get?” The answer to those questions was easy, or so I thought. It made me wonder that if that was an easy answer, then why was there so much hatred and anger in the world? Why did countries go to war against each other? “And see those stars.” He pointed at the sky. “Once in a lifetime, if you’re lucky, two stars will collide, and you will fall in love.” I could feel Bobby reaching for my hand. I reached over and took his in mine. We squeezed each other gently. “And if love does find you, treat it like a precious gem and thank all the other stars in heaven for it. I come out here often and look up into the sky and thank the heavens for giving me your mother, Bobby.” I could tell that Bobby had wiped away tears with his other hand as he squeezed mine tightly. “I sense that you boys have found each other,” he continued softly. “You’re both very young. Maybe those stars have collided, maybe not. But treat each other as if they have. “I don’t have to tell you that there are people out there who will hurt you for loving one another. You must both be strong for each other. Bobby, you know that I and your mother will always be there if you need us. Mark, I have talked to your mother at length, and I know she loves you and will always support you as well.” It was now time for me to wipe away tears from my eyes. “There are also diseases that, if you’re not careful, can harm your lives. Again, you two are too young to become too involved, but I was a teenager once myself, and I know that young boys experiment with each other- even straight boys.” Bobby suddenly turned to me, and we stared wide-eyed at each other. Did his father just confess to messing around with other boys when he was our age? “Just be careful. If you need anything come to me or your mother. We’ll supply you with whatever you need.” I could tell that Bobby was giggling. He was probably thinking which of us would use that ‘whatever.’ “Do either of you have a question?” he asked us. “No, Daddy.” Bobby released my hand and rolled over and held his father. I could hear Bobby crying softly. I felt his father’s large hand reach out and pull me into them. I began to cry as well. “Alright. Enough of that,” Bobby’s father began to laugh. He stood up and reached out his hands and pulled us both to our feet. “Let’s go back in and watch some more television before you go home, Mark.” Halfway to the house I watched as he looked into the sky and whispered, “Thank you.” I looked up and silently said the same. I don’t know why, but after that night with Bobby’s father, I had a strong desire for Bobby to meet my Aunt Janice. I suppose I wanted her seal of approval. My mother had already fallen in love with him, and I wanted my aunt to meet him also. We arranged to go see her the following weekend. We were going to go on Saturday, but it rained all day. My mother volunteered to drive us, but I wanted to ride our bikes there. I just wanted to be alone with Bobby while riding the back roads to her home. The sky cleared up on Sunday, so my mother finally agreed to let me go after calling my aunt to make sure the weather was clear there as well. Bobby arrived shortly after lunch. I told my mother we would be home by 6:00. The ride was peaceful. We rode side by side discussing the upcoming school year. We would both be in the sophomores. I was pretty sure that Bobby would probably graduate our senior year as valedictorian. I don’t think there was anyone else who was anywhere close to having the grades he did. Most of our class last year really didn’t care what kind of grades they made their freshman year, so he had a big head start on the rest. We also talked about what we should do about Scott. We would see him occasionally when we were out on our bikes, or at the pool or mall. He would always give us a threatening look. I think he was planning to make our return to school a horrible experience. I was not used to being the center of attention. Most students paid me little attention. But with a boy like Scott targeting me, it would be hard for others not to notice. Bobby told me not to worry about it. He reminded me of the pictures of Scott’s parents he had downloaded. He told me that if Scott wanted to play rough, he would too. The only thing is- pictures don’t hurt you when they hit you in the face. I was not looking forward to school starting next month. When we arrived at Aunt Janice’s house, she was working in the yard. She stood and smiled when she saw us coming down the street. To my surprise, she walked over to Bobby and wrapped her arms around him. “So, you’re the famous Bobby that Mark keeps talking about?” He looked over at me as I turned about fifty shades of red. “Come here, Honey.” She extended her arms to me. I walked over, and she hugged us both. I couldn’t help by notice that she was pushing me gently towards Bobby so that our bodies were snuggled together. “Come inside and I’ll make you some...” she started to say. “Lemonade!” I finished the sentence for her. She laughed and tousled my hair. She prepared three glasses, and we went out and sat on the swing on the porch. Bobby sat in the middle. We talked for a long time. She wanted to know about how we met, Bobby’s parents and his interests. I found out more about him in that short hour than I had learned about him in the past month. He was an avid reader. He particularly liked science fiction. Most of the writers he mentioned to my aunt I had never heard of. She seemed impressed with his vast knowledge. It seems my aunt likes the same writers. Several times they lost me in their conversation. I liked reading comic books. No way can you have an intellectual argument on the powers of Batman vs. Superman. Who is Isaac Somebody anyway? I might as well have been a toad sitting on the swing. That’s about as much attention as they were paying me. I got up a few times to refresh our glasses with lemonade. They didn’t even notice. Bobby finally announced that he had to use the restroom. My aunt gave him directions, and he disappeared into the house. “He’s wonderful sweetheart. I’m so happy for you,” Aunt Janice said as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Oh, to be young and in love again.” I gave her a questioning look. I liked Bobby a lot, but I wouldn’t say I was in love with him. “You are,” she looked into my eyes and smiled. “Yep. I’ve seen that look before. I see it in his eyes too. He couldn’t stop looking at you.” “Looking at me. He’s been talking non-stop to you since we got here.” I sounded upset. “But he’s been watching you out of the corner of his eye. He’s in love with you, Honey.” She took my hand and held it. “And you’re in love with him. You just don’t realize it yet.” I don’t know why, but suddenly I wanted to cry. I fought hard to keep the tears from falling. Aunt Janice noticed and wiped away a single tear that fell from my eye. “Don’t be afraid to love someone, Mark. The chance may never come again. Believe me.” I saw tears forming in her eyes. I knew she was remembering Mary. Suddenly, I became aware of all the pain that she had been holding in for the past twenty years. The woman who she had loved so much had been taken from her. She had never allowed herself to love again. That must be the saddest thing anyone could ever experience. She began to cry, and we embraced. I noticed Bobby look out the door at us before disappearing back inside. She cried for several minutes before wiping her eyes and smiling at me. “Thanks, Mark. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to cry for her.” She kissed me gently on my forehead. “Now let’s go get your little boyfriend.” She took my hand and led me into the parlor. Bobby was sitting on the sofa. “Alright, boys. Time for..” my aunt started to say. “Ice cream!” I shouted, again finishing her sentence. We walked down the street to the ice cream parlor. The weather was nice, so we sat outside on the sidewalk. We surprised my aunt when a cute boy walked past, and we looked at each other and yelled, “10!” She gave us a questioning looked which made us laugh. “What was that about?” she asked. “You wouldn’t understand, Aunt Janice,” I told her. We looked at each other and began laughing again. We sat eating our delicious ice cream. Shortly, a rather stout woman walked by. She was dressed very plainly, and her hair was pulled back into a bun. “2,” my aunt said in a low voice. We looked at her with stunned faces. She began laughing and then tousled both our heads. “What do you mean I wouldn’t understand? I’m not that old- yet.” Bobby gave me a questioning look. It had never come up that my aunt was a lesbian. I believe he was thinking she was an old maid like I had all my life. “Then we have to find you a 10, Aunt Janice. How about her?” I intentionally pointed out an attractive woman sitting with her husband. I was having fun as I watched Bobby’s eyes widen and stare at my aunt. “Naw. Her lips are too thin. She wouldn’t be a good kisser,” she laughed as Bobby spit out his ice cream. “You’re a..a...” He just stared with his mouth open. “Lesbian, Dear. The word you want is lesbian.” Bobby looked absolutely shocked. “I’ve never met a lesbian before,” he said in awe. “Well, now you have,” my aunt responded with a smile. “Cool.” He reached over and gave her a hug. “Really cool.” She looked over at me and winked as she continued to hold Bobby. After we finished our ice cream, we went back to her house and had some more lemonade. Bobby must have asked her a million questions. I always thought it was rude to ask such personal questions, but Bobby didn’t seem to have a problem with it. I guess that is why he is so smart. The only way you learn about something is to ask. We left Aunt Janice’s home around 4:00. On the way back, we decided to stop at a small lake about half way home. It was in a secluded area, and few people visited it. Occasionally, there would be a fisherman trying to catch a fabled large bass. Today, however, the lake was deserted. We found a shady, grassy spot and sat down. Bobby lay down and looked up into the sky. I scooted over and lay beside him, gently placing my leg against his. He looked over at me and smiled. “My aunt thinks we’re in love,” I said. This was a topic we had never discussed. We had discussed friendship and had even joked a few times about sex, but it seemed we were hesitant to discuss our feelings for one another. He didn’t say anything for a long time. I could tell that he was deep in thought. Perhaps this was the first time he had to evaluate his feelings for me. I know I had never thought much about it. I enjoyed being with Bobby, and I had really enjoyed the times we had messed around, but I had never put a label on my feelings for him. “Are you in love with me?” he finally asked. He looked over at me as I searched for an answer. I think he was about as confused as I was. “I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it,” I responded as honestly as I could. “Do you love me?” I asked. He remained silent, again searching his feelings. “I don’t know, either. I like you an awful lot. I’m closer to you than I’ve ever been with anyone else in my life,” he said. “But I’ve never really thought about loving anyone other than my mother and father.” “Yeah. I know what you mean,” I replied. “I never thought about it either, until my aunt said something about us being in love.” “I think we’re too young to be in love. You’ve seen my body. I’m still in puberty. I hardly have any hair around my dick yet.” I looked over and began laughing. True to Bobby’s personality, he was trying to bring humor to a serious discussion. “But the hair you have is cute,” I laughed. “Seriously, Mark. I do think we’re too young to be involved in a deep relationship. We have our whole lives ahead of us. We don’t know if we will even like each other tomorrow.” He was scanning my face for any sign of emotion. He was afraid I was feeling he was rejecting me. “I agree with you,” I smiled. “We are too young. This whole love thing has me scared. I know I like you- a lot. We have fun together. Maybe I do love you. I don’t know. I know it goes beyond anything I’ve ever felt for anyone else.” “Yeah, me too,” he replied. “So where do we go from here?” “I don’t know,” I said. “How about we just keep it the way it is right now. Friends.” “Friends,” he laughed. “Maybe a little more.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Really?” I replied with anticipation. “Hey, we’re both horny teenagers,” he laughed. “I like the sex stuff, as long as we keep it simple. No tonguing, and definitely no butt. I’m not ready for that.” He wrinkled his nose. It was so cute. “So, what are you saying?” I was getting excited. He looked down and saw my pants begin to tent. He looked carefully around the lake and then reached over and rubbed my hardening cock. “This,” he said nervously. “Pull down your shorts.” I pulled them down, and he began stroking me. I lay back and humped his hand. Within a few minutes, I was spewing cum all over my stomach. “Cool,” he giggled. He reached in his pocket and pulled out some napkins he had picked up at the ice cream parlor. He began to clean the mess off me. While he was doing that, I reached over and began to rub his pants until his cock hardened. “Your turn.” He pulled down his pants, and his small cock jumped to attention. He whimpered as I began to stroke him. I leaned in and kissed his dick. I was curious what it would taste like. I had seen a lot of pictures on the internet in which guys were giving other guys blowjobs. He gasped when he felt my mouth touch him. He leaned up to see what I was doing. I looked into his eyes as my mouth slid down his cock, and I began to gently suck. I liked the feeling in my mouth, and I could tell Bobby definitely liked it by the way he was whimpering. “Pull off, Mark. I’m going to cum,” he warned. I took it out of my mouth and began stroking him. Within seconds, he came all over my hand. He was lying back trying to catch his breath. I walked over to the lake and washed my hands off and then returned as he was finishing cleaning himself off and pulling his shorts back on. “Cool,” he grinned. “Yeah, cool,” I replied. “We’d better get home.” We gave each other a quick kiss and then got on our bikes and headed for home. This is going to be fun. I have a friend, a best friend. The rest can come later. Right now, we are both happy.
  8. @Wesley8890 Happy Birthday to my bestest buddy! Hope you have a wonderful day!
  9. Ronyx

    Chapter 5

    I didn’t get a chance to see Bobby again for several weeks. He had been on vacation with his family. They visited his grandmother in South Dakota. He said he’d had a boring time. There was very little to do. During the entire time, he said he only noticed a handful of other teens. He said the only bright spot came when they visited Mount Rushmore. While observing the presidents, he said he had this feeling someone was watching him. He then noticed a boy about thirteen standing behind him with his parents. He said the boy smiled at him and then blushed. He saw him again later in the gift shop. When he went to the restroom, the boy followed him in. He said the boy walked up to the urinal beside him and began peeing. He stepped back and let Bobby watch him pee. Bobby stepped back and let him watch as well. He said they didn’t say anything as they finished, and then they washed their hands. It was the highlight of his trip. I giggled when he told me about it. It was so cute to see him get so excited when he related the story. I told him if he gets so turned on seeing a guy’s dick, he can see mine anytime he wants. “Been there, done that,” he laughed and rolled around on the bed. “Not all that much to see.” “Bitch!” I shouted as I jumped on him and began wrestling. Because of his small size, he was easily able to squirm out of most holds I put on him. Finally, I rolled him over on his back and lay down on top of him. He fought me, but he was unable to throw me off. We were breathing heavily with our faces inches apart. Suddenly, he leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. I sat up on top of him and looked down at his face. He began to blush and then a stunned look overtook his face. I think he thought I was going to hit him for kissing me. “Let me up, Asshole!” he shouted while trying once again to get me off him. “No, Squirt,” I laughed as he continued to fight. I could feel his hard dick pressing against my ass. I sat back and moved around on top of it. “Please?” he pleaded as tears formed in his eyes. “No,” I responded as I leaned in and returned his kiss. My first real kiss with another boy! It was awkward. It was obvious neither of us knew what to do. We both had our eyes closed as we pressed our lips together. When I opened my mouth for him to stick his tongue into, he began to giggle. I opened my eyes to see him looking into my face, and he began to laugh. Talk about a blow to your ego. My first kiss with a boy, and he laughs. “Ew! That’s gross,” he giggled. “The kiss was nice, but I don’t want to swap spit.” “Fucker!” I began to wrestle once again on top of him. I leaned in and began kissing him all over his face. He was laughing hysterically. “I’ll teach you to ruin my first kiss.” He stopped squirming and looked into my eyes. “Really?” He seemed amazed. “I’m the first boy you’ve ever kissed.” “Yep,” I smiled. He leaned forward and gave me another kiss. His lips were soft and gentle. This time I didn’t try to force him to enter my mouth. Like him, I really didn’t like the idea of sticking my tongue into someone’s mouth and licking around. “You’re my first, too,” he admitted. “I liked it.” I could feel him gently pushing his cock against my ass. I sat back again on him and began to move back and forth while we continued to kiss. Seconds later, he let out a whimper and thrust hard against me. I could tell by the way he was breathing that he had just shot a load in his pants. “Please let me up,” he insisted. He was blushing brightly. I didn’t know if it was because he was embarrassed or excited. I crawled off him, and he jumped up and ran to the restroom. He came back several minutes later. He was holding up his stained shorts. I noticed that his underwear was also wet. “I can’t wear these,” he remarked embarrassedly. I began rolling around on the bed laughing hysterically. He threw the shorts at me. “Asshole.” He was trying to hold back a smile. I looked at him again and continued laughing. He asked, “You got anything I can wear?” “How about a diaper?” I continued to roll around on the bed laughing. He raced across the room and jumped on me and began wrestling again. He let out a squeal when I reached out and grabbed his dick and squeezed. “You’re dead!” he shouted. He then reached under my shorts and snaked his hand into my underwear. He grabbed my dick and began stroking. I was trying to resist, but not too much. I was enjoying the feeling. Soon, I could feel that I was about to explode. “Stop, Bobby! You’re going to make me cum,” I said breathlessly. “Good,” he laughed as he continued stroking me. Within seconds, I began to cum in his hand. He didn’t stop until I fell back on the bed exhausted. He removed his hand and looked at it “Ew! Gross!” He sniffed his hand and then got off the bed and ran into the bathroom. He came back a minute later wiping his hands on a towel. He walked over and threw it down at me. I pulled my pants down and began cleaning myself off. Bobby sat on the side of the bed and watched me intently. When I was done, I began to pull my shorts up. “Wait!” He grabbed my hand and stopped me. He then reached over and took my dick once again in his hand. He didn’t stroke it; he just held it and looked at it. “Nice.” He then helped me pull my shorts up. “Thanks Mark. That was fun,” he smiled. “I don’t feel dirty like I did with Scott.” His smile faded into a frown, and I knew he was getting ready to cry. I reached for him like I was going to hold him. Instead, I pulled him over on his back and began tickling his ribs. He began to scream. “Stop, Mark! You’re going to make me pee my pants!” he shouted laughingly. He managed to squirm out from under me and ran to the door. “Come here.” I held out my arms towards him. “No. You just want to tickle me again,” he remarked suspiciously. “I want another kiss,” I insisted as I puckered my lips. “Please.” He walked cautiously over to me, and I reached out and I took him into my arms. I got my second kiss of the day from Bobby. I found him a small pair of shorts that I had outgrown a few years ago. Once we were both dressed, we went downstairs to the kitchen to find something to eat. I was surprised to find my mother home at this time of the day. She was at the stove preparing dinner, and she eyed us suspiciously when we walked in. “Hi, Mom,” I said trying not to blush. I wondered if she had heard us in my room. We had thought no one was home, so we had been pretty loud when we were playing. “Hello, Dear.” She looked over at Bobby. “And who are you?” “Bobby Owens,” he replied politely. He even held out his hand for her to shake. She looked over at me with an approving smile. It seemed that Bobby had made a big first impression on my mother. “Well, Mr. Bobby Owens. You are a very polite little boy,” my mother replied as she shook his hand. “I’m fifteen, Mrs. Williams,” he responded indignantly. I think he thought my mother was assuming he was just a child. “I’m sorry, Bobby,” she said with an amused smile. “Of course, you’re a young man. I didn’t mean to insult you.” “I didn’t mean to be rude,” he apologized. “It’s just that everyone always thinks I’m twelve years old.” “Well, you are rather tiny... um... I mean small...um... I mean...” She was getting flustered. Bobby began to laugh. She reached over and ruffled his hair. “You are a mischievous thing, aren’t you?” she smiled warmly at him. “Why don’t you stay for dinner? I’m fixing fried chicken and mashed potatoes.” “I’d love to,” he replied. “I’ll have to get permission first.” “Of course. You dial the number, and I’ll talk to your mother.” Bobby pulled out his cell phone and started talking to his mother. He then handed the phone to my mother. “You boys run back upstairs,” she said. “I’ll call you when dinner is ready.” I really wasn’t sure if I wanted to leave the room with my mother talking to Bobby’s mother. I was dying to know what they were going to say. I had met his mother and father a few times when I went to his house. They were very nice to me. I think they were happy that Bobby had a friend. From some of the things they said, I don’t think he ever had any other boy come to his house before. When we got to my room, Bobby headed over to the computer. All the rumors about his being a computer geek were true. He knew his way around a computer the way a mechanic knows his way around a car. He could easily hack into porn sites after just a few attempts. He said it was mainly a matter of human nature. If you understand people, he said, you can understand websites. Most people have addresses and passwords that relate to their lives. He explained that if a person’s last name was Brown, there was a good chance that their password would be something like Brownie or another variation of their name. He would also use common pet names to find passwords. You wouldn’t believe the number of people who name their dogs Lady or Buddy. “What did you say Scott’s last name was?” He turned towards me and asked. “I don’t know if he said,” I replied. “His uncle’s last name is Olsteen, if that helps.” He typed a few things into the computer and asked, “Where did he tell you he was from?” “Arizona. But didn’t he tell you he was from Florida?” I asked. “Yeah. Give me a minute.” He typed away for about ten minutes as I watched him from the bed. I couldn’t tell exactly what he was typing. Suddenly, he leaned back in the chair and shouted, “Bingo!” He turned with an excited look on his face. “What is it?” I ran over to the computer to see the mug shot of a prison inmate. The man looked to be in his forties. He was very attractive with blue eyes and blonde hair. I looked at the name above the picture. It read: Scott Olsteen, Sr. “Damn!” I shouted. “That’s not Scott’s dad, is it?” I asked excitedly. “The one and only,” exclaimed Bobby. “This is the Arizona Inmate site. It has information on everyone who is incarcerated in the state. It appears Scott’s dad has been a naughty boy.” He started laughing. I read over the information on the website. He was serving a twenty-year sentence at the Arizona State Penitentiary for embezzlement, money laundering and extortion. “That’s why Scott’s here,” Bobby said excitedly. “His old man was just sentenced last month.” He pointed out the date of incarceration. “I wonder where his mother is?” I questioned. Bobby began furiously typing again. Within minutes, another picture popped up. It was that of a pretty woman with light brown hair. Her image looked very sad. The name read: Sarah Olsteen. She had been sentenced to two years at a women’s facility for aiding and abetting. Bobby began typing again. I went back over to my bed and lay down. I figured whatever he was doing was going to take a while. I fell asleep briefly. I felt the bed sink beside me and looked up to see a grinning Bobby staring back at me. “We’ve got the fucker now!” he shouted. He held out a sheet of paper for me to look at. He had taken the information and had made a wanted poster with pictures of Scott’s mother and father. I looked down and noticed he had printed off about twenty copies. He was grinning from ear to ear. “What are you going to do with those?” I asked, but I probably already knew the answer. “Blackmail!” he grinned. “I dare the asshole to pick on us now.” The look on his face was priceless. He knew he had Scott by the balls. It was now just a matter of time until he began to squeeze. I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. “I’m glad you’re my friend,” I laughed. “I would sure hate to have you as an enemy.” “You are my friend,” he smiled. “My best friend.” He leaned in and returned the kiss. This time it lasted much longer. “Boys! Dinner’s ready!” my mother shouted upstairs. My mother had dinner ready in the dining room. We only eat in there on special occasions, like Thanksgiving and Christmas. I don’t know why, but she seemed to be trying to make a big impression on Bobby. Maybe she was thinking future son-in-law! Amy came in and gave me and Bobby a dirty look. She still didn’t like the fact that I had those pictures of her and Josh. She did break up with him the following day. I was going to have to be careful when Bobby is over. We aren’t doing all that much, but she would still love to walk in on us and catch us doing ‘the dirty deed,’ as she refers to it. “Did you boys have fun today?” my mother asked as we began to eat. “Yes, Mom,” I replied. She looked over at Bobby and smiled. I couldn’t quite figure out what was going on. Since her talk with Bobby’s mother, she seemed to have taken an exceptional interest in him. “Your mother’s a very nice lady,” she said to Bobby. “Yes, Ma’am,” he replied politely. “Your mother told me she and your father are members of PFLAG,” she informed us. Bobby began to blush. I guess he felt uncomfortable talking about his sexuality with someone he didn’t know very well. He was also concerned because I had never told him that my mother knew I was gay. “Yes, Ma’am,” he said shyly. He gave me a quick glance. “I told them that I will attend Wednesday night’s meeting with them,” she remarked. Bobby almost spit his milk across the table. I started laughing and began patting him on his back. “I take it Mark didn’t tell you,” she laughed. “Yes, Ma’am. He told me about him. I just wasn’t aware that you knew,” he replied. “Oh, yes. A little birdie told me several weeks ago.” She cast a sly glance at my sister. “Oh, yeah. Blame me because he’s a fa..” My mother gave her a harsh look. “Gay. I mean gay.” She looked over at me and rolled her eyes. “Your mother told me you’re a wonderful student. You had the highest GPA in your class last year.” I looked over quickly at him. He had his head down and was blushing. “Maybe you can be a good influence on Mark.” “Mom!” I whined. “My grades are good. I had 3 A’s and 3 B’s. What more do you expect?” “I’m not complaining about your grades. You just don’t have the best study skills. You remember when you had that science project last year? You waited until the last minute to do it. Even then, I had to stay up with you half the night helping you write it.” It was my turn to blush when Bobby looked over and giggled. “You mean that sorry report you read in class?” he laughed. He stopped suddenly when he saw the look my mother gave him. “I helped him with that, young man,” she acted insulted. “Sorry,” he said with a grin. He quickly added, “that you can’t write any better than your son.” My mother laughed and threw her napkin at him. “When you give your valedictorian speech, I’m going to heckle you,” she laughed. “Then I’ll fail a few classes,” he threatened. She frowned, and they began to laugh. I sat back and watched the two of them. They seemed to be really getting along. I was so proud of my mother. After a rocky start, she had quickly accepted the fact that she had a gay son. I could now tell that she was thinking of Bobby as my boyfriend. “When we get finished eating, Bobby’s father wants to talk to both of you,” my mother informed us. We cast a questioning look at each other. “What does he want to talk about?” I asked. Bobby reached for my hand under the table. I could tell he was getting upset. My mother saw the gesture and gave me a smile. “Just go talk to him when you get done. I want you home by 11:00,” she said. “11:00!” my sister said excitedly. She had sat quietly all through dinner, but she now quickly responded. “That’s not fair. I have to be home by 9:00.” “Mark’s older than you,” she reminded Amy. “He shouldn’t be given special treatment just because he has a boyfriend,” she responded angrily. I looked over at Bobby, and he was blushing a crimson red. We had messed around a couple of times, but we never talked about being anything more than just close friends. I was worried that I would lose him as a friend if he thought I wanted more. He was still holding my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. I squeezed back. Maybe we were going to be more than just friends. We had a lot of talking to do first before we took that step. He would be my first boyfriend, and I’m pretty sure I would be his. He had never mentioned anything about being with another boy other than the time Scott forced him to have sex. Mom noticed that Bobby had become embarrassed by Amy’s comment. She threw her a very disgusted look and said, “I think you need to go to your room. We’ll talk about this later.” Amy got up and gave me a nasty look. I could tell she was going to flip me off, but Mom was watching her. I felt sorry for her. I was going to have to talk to Mom and tell her not to be so sensitive when Amy makes comments about my sexuality. It seems to be causing more problems. I know she has my best interests at heart, but she is going to have to ease up on Amy. We finished eating, and then we went back to my room so we could change clothes before we went back to Bobby’s to talk to his dad. As we walked down the hall, Amy opened her door and quietly said, “Fags.” We were stunned at first, and then Bobby grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss. “That’s nasty!” we heard her say as she slammed her door shut. Bobby grabbed my hand and led me into my room. “What does your dad want?” I asked as soon as we entered the room. I had been trying to remember if we had done anything wrong. The two times we had messed around had been in my room, and I am pretty sure no one saw us. We had never done anything in his home. “I think I know, but if I tell you, you won’t go home with me.” He looked at me and frowned. “What?” I was really curious now. “He wants to talk to us about S-E-X.” His face reddened when he spelled it out. “I have a feeling he thinks we’re getting serious. I’ve never brought a boy home before.” “Oh, God!” I screamed. “I can’t talk to your dad about sex!” “Do you want to see me again?” He looked into my eyes. “Of course. You know I do,” I told him. “Then we have to get this over with. Better now than later.” He sighed. “It won’t be too bad. We’ve had the talk before. I don’t think he ever thought I’d need it. But now you come along, and... well… I don’t know,” he began to stammer. He looked so cute. He was blushing brightly as he tried to put his feelings into words. “I know. I feel the same way.” I kissed him on the nose and grabbed his hand and headed for the door. Now, all we had to do was get through ‘The Talk.’
  10. Ronyx

    Chapter 4

    Bobby and I began to hang out after that afternoon at the mall. We have gone back a few more times for ice cream at Ben and Jerry’s. For such a little guy, he can eat anything and not gain a pound. One time we went to McDonald’s, and he ate a quarter pounder and two large fries! We also went swimming at the pool. There’s not a whole lot for a teen to do here except the mall and the pool. The only problem is, all the hot guys are there checking out the girls. The cute girls in their string bikinis do nothing for us. But our eyes widen a few times when we see boys who have noticed the girls. I’m surprised they don’t get kicked out of the pool with their hard cocks pushing out through their Speedos. Most don’t even try to cover them up. They prance around proudly showing off what they have been given. I guess I would have to if I had been as blessed as them. I have tried to check out Bobby a few times. I am curious what he has, but he always wraps his towel around him before changing, so I never get a chance to see. Once I even undressed in front of him so he could see me naked. I was hoping he’d do the same. But he just glanced at me out of the corner of his eye as he undressed under the towel. I did see a small bulge coming from the towel. I guess he was happy with what he saw. I did get to see him naked yesterday, but it wasn’t the way I wanted it to happen. In fact, it was rather cruel. We were in the locker room, and as usual, Bobby had his towel wrapped around him changing. Scott ran up and tore it off along with his swim trunks. Bobby was left standing butt naked in front of everyone. Scott and his buddies started teasing him. Bobby began chasing them around the room demanding his clothes back, but they just laughed and ran out of the room into the pool area. Poor Bobby ran into one of the stalls, and I could hear him crying. I asked him if he was all right, but he didn’t answer me. I threw my towel over the stall, and then I went over and took a seat on the bench, waiting for him to come out. Finally, he emerged. His eyes were red from crying. He looked so sad. “Why do they always pick on me?” he asked dejectedly. “I never do anything to them.” “That’s just the way assholes are,” I responded. “They think they’re cute when they do stupid things like that.” “But why does it have to be me?” he cried as tears began again to fall from his face. I really didn’t have an answer. Besides, I was also one that they picked on. “Come on,” I said walking over to him and offering my hand to help him up. “Let’s get out of here.” He took my hand and rose. He stared at me through puffy eyes. “Thanks Mark. You’re a good friend. You never treat me mean.” It made me feel good to know that he considered me a friend. We had spent a lot of time together recently, but I never felt that we really connected. It was just two guys hanging out. “You mean it? I’m a friend?” I asked him. He looked at me and nodded. I smiled back at him. I left the room and found his trunks on the ground outside the door. We got dressed and headed from the locker room. The pool has bleachers outside the fence where you can watch people swim. Usually parents sit there watching their children, but today the area was empty. We walked over and sat down. The pool was filled with noisy kids. It was a really hot day, and everyone had turned out. The guards looked overwhelmed with all the activity. They were constantly blowing their whistles and yelling at kids to stop running and horse playing. Scott was one of the worst. He was tormenting everyone. He strutted around the pool like he owned it. His little group of admirers followed behind him doing anything he asked them to do. Bobby was not the only one they stripped naked. They approached a younger boy and pulled him into a corner of the pool. Then they stripped his swimming trunks off and ran away, throwing them into the pool. The poor boy ran naked through the crowd and dove into the pool to retrieve them. When he emerged, everyone was laughing at him. He started crying and ran into the locker room. We saw him leave several minutes later still in tears. “Someone needs to do something to him. That would serve him right,” said Bobby angrily. “Yeah. I’d love to see him get his ass kicked,” I responded. “Anything to humiliate him the way he does others,” he said. He became very quiet while he carefully watched Scott strutting around the pool. “You’re thinking about something, aren’t you?” He looked at me with a very mischievous grin. “Yeah. I have an idea. What do you know about him?” he asked. “Not too much. I know he’s Mr. Olsteen’s nephew, and he’s visiting for the summer from Arizona. He went to a boarding school there.” This was all I could tell him. I hadn’t learned much more that morning I had spent with him. “He told me he was from Florida, and his mother is sick. He was going to stay here and attend school.” Bobby looked at me suspiciously. “I think Scott’s a big liar.” I asked, “Did he tell you anything else?” “He said he has a girlfriend there. He said he was having sex with her. That’s why he wanted me to do something for him. He said I reminded him of her. He started to tell me more, but I could tell he decided not to.” “Did you do something with him?” I asked hesitantly. I knew it was none of my business, but Bobby acted like he wanted to talk. “He made me.” Tears were beginning to form in his eyes. “We were sitting on his bed and he forced me down. He was so much bigger than me.” He started to cry. I reached out and put my arm around his shoulder. He froze at first, but then slowly pressed his body into mine. “What did he do?” I asked softly. “He tried to make me suck him. He said he’d beat me up if I didn’t.” He continued to cry. “I was able to pull away and get out of his room.” I looked out into the pool and saw Scott staring at us. It was as if he knew we were talking about him. I felt cold shivers run down my spine. “Is that what had happened that morning I saw you crying?” I remembered how upset he had seemed. “No. It had happened several days before. On that day I went back to tell his uncle, but he stopped me. He pushed me into the bushes,” he said angrily. “I hate that son of a bitch!” I spat. I looked over and saw him still staring at us with a smirk on his face. “I hope someone gets him.” “Maybe we can be that someone.” He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “How? He’s much bigger than us. Besides, he’s always got a bunch of guys around him.” I didn’t think we had much of a chance of getting to him. “There’s more ways to hurt someone than physically,” replied Bobby. “What do you have up your sleeve, Oh Wise One?” I laughed. He looked down and saw Scott staring at us. “I have a plan. But first we have to find out as much as we can about him,” he informed me. “We probably can’t do much right now. We’ll have to wait until school starts next month. If he enrolls in our school, I think I know how to get even with him.” He looked at me and gave me a knowing grin. At that moment I was glad Bobby was my friend, because that look on his face was pure evil. I invited Bobby back to my house. When we walked in the door, Amy was sitting on the couch with her boyfriend, Josh. It was obvious that Josh had an erection. Amy gave me a dirty look as we passed. I gave her a stupid smile and flipped her off. She is such a slut. “You two seem to get along,” remarked Bobby sarcastically. “Yeah. She’s a sweetheart. I’d love to get even with her.” I then told Bobby how she had been blackmailing me for the past year. He just kept shaking his head as I told him how she treated me. “She’s probably jacking him off right now,” I informed him. He grabbed my hand and led me down the hall. We quietly peeked around the corner and watched my sister vigorously jacking Josh’s cock. I looked down and watched as Bobby rearranged himself. He was getting excited watching the show before him. He grabbed my hand again and led me back to my room. He was breathing heavily when we walked in. He turned to me and spoke. “You want to even the score?” he asked with a grin. “What do you have in mind?” He reached in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone and opened it. “Damn. Why didn’t I think of that?” I said. He grabbed my hand and led me back down the hall. We peeked around the corner to see Amy still jacking Josh off. Bobby reached his phone around the corner and began taking pictures. I was watching the small screen as he took picture after picture. I gasped when I saw the picture of Josh shooting his cum all over his stomach. Bobby turned around and headed back to my room. “Turn your computer on,” he ordered. “What’s your email address?” He put it in the phone then sent me the images. I waited a few minutes then opened my email. He had sent me the pictures. They looked even better on my 19” screen. “Does your sister have a computer in her room?” I nodded. “Do you have her email address?” Again, I nodded. “Okay, now send her this picture.” He pointed to a picture where Amy was licking her lips as she jacked Josh off. “Done.” I was beginning to like this kid with every passing moment. “Good. Now let’s go to her room.” He rose and headed for the door. I led him across the hall to her room. He sat down at her desk and asked, “What’s her boyfriend’s name?” “Josh.” He typed in his name and the computer opened. “Just as I thought. Piece of cake. She used her boyfriend’s name as her password.” He then opened her email. The picture of Amy jacking off Josh popped up. He saved it to desktop background. I began laughing hysterically as he took my hand and led me back to my room. “I can’t wait until she sees that. I wish I could see the look on her face,” I laughed. “Oh, you’ll be seeing a look on her face when she figures it out,” he returned my laugh. He walked back to the computer and began looking at the pictures again. I stood beside him and saw his erection poking through his pants. He looked at my pants and noticed I was hard. I began rubbing it while he watched. “I gotta take care of this. Wanna join me?” I asked breathlessly. I was excited. I had never jacked off in front of anyone before. I walked over to my bed and pulled down my pants. I took my hard dick in my hand and began stroking. Bobby watched wide-eyed and began rubbing himself. He timidly opened his pants and pulled out a rather small dick. It was hard and very red. He never took his eyes off me as he began stroking himself. I came immediately. Cum shot out all over my stomach. I watched as Bobby threw back his head and moaned. He shot a nice load as well. I pulled a towel from under the bed and wiped myself clean. I pulled up my pants and walked over and handed Bobby the towel. He reached for it and cleaned himself. He handed it back to me with a shy smile. “That was fun,” he grinned. “I can’t believe we did that.” “Yeah. It was exciting. I liked watching you,” I confessed. “But will you still respect me in the morning?” We both began to laugh. “R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Find out what you mean to me,” I started singing. He got up and began dancing. He was so cute. I think I am falling for this little guy. Bobby left a little while later. We looked in the living room, and Amy and Josh were sitting side by side watching a movie. I was sitting at my computer a little later reading some stories when I heard Amy let out a yell. I started laughing. “That mother fucker!” she shouted. Seconds later my door swung open. It was hard to keep a straight face. “You dumb shit! Where did you get that picture?” she screamed at me. “I’ll kill you if you don’t tell me!” she threatened. “My poor little sister. Tsk, tsk, tsk. What are you doing with a boy at your young age? Mom will not be too happy when I show her.” Her face paled when I mentioned showing the picture to our mother. “You wouldn’t dare!” she challenged me. “Oh, wouldn’t I?” I said with a smirk. “After a year of your shit, and you don’t think I wouldn’t use these pictures against you?” “These pictures?” She appeared ready to be sick. “There’s more?” “Oh, yes,” I told her. “Many more. I particularly love the one where Josh is shooting his cum on his stomach.” Her face lost its color. I knew I finally had her where I wanted her. “What do you want?” she asked angrily. She thought she could intimidate me. However, this time the cards were in my hand. “Let me see, ummm.” I put my hand to my chin and pretended to be deep in thought. She looked at me and rolled her eyes. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she asked angrily. “You’ll never know how much,” I replied. I then gave her my demands. “Here’s what I want. I want you to stop seeing Josh.” She opened her mouth to object, but I cut her off. “You’re too young to be doing what you’re doing. If I ever hear of you doing anything for a few more years, I show these pictures to Mom. Understand?” She looked me over for a few seconds. I think she was weighing her options. She knew I could have asked for a lot more. I think she was genuinely surprised that I actually cared about her. “Well?” I asked. She nodded. “No more sex for at least a few years.” She looked at me and tears began to form in her eyes. She walked over and sat down beside me. I cautiously put my arm around her and let her cry on my shoulder for a minute. She pulled back and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. She then got up to leave. “You’re still a fag,” she said as she headed to the door. Then she stuck her tongue out at me and slammed the door as I started laughing. I felt good about what had happened. I smiled thinking that I had made an adult decision. Instead of acting childish, I assumed the role of a protective big brother. Maybe my sister is a brat, but she is still my sister. She is too young to be sexually involved. I don’t want her to be a mother at 13. It would hurt Mom too much. Bobby called later that night. He was very upset. Scott had called his house and talked to his mother. Bobby and his parents had gotten into a big argument, and he went storming out of the house. When I asked him where he was, he told me to look out my window. He gave me a timid wave when I looked down at him. I motioned for him to come around to the front door. After stopping by the kitchen for a quick snack, we went up to my room. Bobby plopped down on my bed and buried his head in his hands. I took a seat at my computer desk. “I would kill him but I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in prison,” he said angrily. “What happened?” I asked. “He called my house and told my mother I was a pervert and wouldn’t leave him alone,” he remarked sadly. “He told her if I don’t stop asking him to have sex, he was going to call the cops.” “Damn! He’s crazy. What did your mother say?” I looked over at him, and he looked so sad. “She got mad at me because she thought I wasn’t being discreet,” he replied. I gave him a questioning look. “My folks know I’m gay. We talked about it several years ago. In fact, it was my dad who brought it up. He helped me work out some of the feelings I was having. He’s president of the local PFLAG.” I was even more confused. I asked, “Why did she get so mad then?” “Because we talked about me being careful. They think because I’m so small, I’m an easy target to be picked on. She was mad because she thought I’d been careless,” he explained. “What did you tell her?” “The truth,” he said. “I told her Scott was the one who wanted me to have sex with him, and that he had forced me to try and suck him. She told my dad and he wanted to call the police, but I stopped him. I told him it would just make matters worse.” “Maybe you should have him arrested,” I suggested. “That’s what the argument was about. Dad was furious; so I figured it would be best if I left for a while,” he said sadly. “Anyways, who’d believe me? It would be his word against mine. I look like a gay boy, he doesn’t. He would just bat those pretty eyes and charm them into believing him.” Bobby looked exhausted. I walked over and sat down beside him. He scooted over and pushed his body into mine. I put my arm around him, and he leaned in further. I looked at him, and he smiled back. I wanted to kiss him, but I was unsure. I know he would have let me. I could tell by the expression on his face that he was inviting me to do it. But at the last minute, I chickened out. I had never kissed anyone except my mother, and that was just on the cheek. After he left, I felt disappointed with myself because I hadn’t kissed him. I kept playing the scene over in my mind. I wondered what it would have been like. Maybe next time I’ll get up enough courage to do it. Then again, maybe not.
  11. Ronyx

    Chapter 3

    I awoke the next morning in a spare bedroom at Aunt Janice’s house. I vaguely remember her leading me into the house and helping me to bed. I was exhausted. The events of the day had finally caught up to me. I nestled myself further into the bed. I lay there for several minutes, and then the aroma of breakfast swept over me. Aunt Janice is a great cook. She doesn’t have company often, so when she does she goes all out to provide a delicious meal. I crawled lazily out of bed and put on my clothes that I had been wearing the day before. My face reddened remembering that my aunt had helped me out of my clothes the night before. When I walked into the kitchen, I came to an abrupt stop. My mother was sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee. I started to turn around, but Aunt Janice motioned for me to come and sit down beside her. My mother turned around and looked at me. “There’s my favorite nephew,” my aunt said jokingly. “I’m your only nephew,” I replied with a smile. I quickly looked over at my mother and saw her studying me. I wondered what was going on in her mind. She got up, went to the refrigerator, and poured me a glass of milk. She put it down in front of me and then returned to her chair. She still hadn’t said anything to me. “Mark’s going to help me in the garden today. Aren’t you?” She looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. I could tell she was trying to break the silence. “Yeah, sure. I’d be happy to,” I told her. “Mark’s going home with me,” my mother stated firmly. “I think I’d rather stay here.” I looked over at Aunt Janice for her approval. She shrugged her shoulders. “You’re going home with me. That’s where you belong.” She stared me in the eyes. “I don’t think so,” I remarked timidly. “And why not?” she asked. “Because I’m gay, and you hate me.” I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes. “Oh, Baby.” She held out her arms, and I rushed into them. We held each other and cried. I realized that my mother didn’t hate me. I guess Aunt Janice was right when she said she just needed time. I looked over at my aunt and saw her wiping tears away. I walked over and hugged her. “Thank you,” I whispered in her ear as she squeezed me tighter. We spent the next hour eating one of Aunt Janice’s delicious meals. She had prepared western omelets, home fries, grits and strawberry pancakes with maple syrup. When I finished eating, I could hardly move. I was given the chore of cleaning the table and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. My mother and Aunt Janice went outside and sat on the porch swing. I could hear them talking. “You know Mark’s a great son,” remarked Aunt Janice. “I know,” my mother sighed. “But I just want him to be happy. There’s so much stigma in our society towards gay people. You of all people should know that.” “But that was years ago.” My aunt tried to reassure my mother. “Things have changed. People’s attitudes have changed. Gay kids today have it much better than I did at their age. “Mark is what he is. You can’t change that,” continued Aunt Janice. “You have to accept him and show him you still love him. If you don’t, you are going to lose him. Remember, I ran away from home when I was seventeen because Daddy couldn’t accept a lesbian daughter.” I was stunned. This was the first time I had been aware of any of this. I didn’t even know until yesterday that Aunt Janice was like me. I was always told she was just an old maid. “He can stay with me if you have a problem with it. I don’t want to see him hurt,” she told my mother. I wiped away tears that were beginning to fall down my cheeks. My mother responded, “You know I love him. I’m just afraid of what the future may hold for him.” I could hear her sniffling, so I knew she was crying as well. “He’s a strong boy. I’m sure he can face anything that comes his way,” replied Aunt Janice. “That is, if he knows he has his mother’s love to help him.” I looked out the window and saw my mother and aunt embracing one another. Overcome with emotion, I walked out onto the porch and sat between them on the swing. They both threw their arms around me and held me tightly. I knew then that I was going to be all right. We spent the rest of the morning working in Aunt Janice’s flower garden. I was shown how to use pruning shears, and I enjoyed myself. Gardening is a very relaxing activity. I was doing well until I got to the rose bushes. I pricked my fingers several times on the thorns. My aunt threatened to wash my mouth out with soap if I didn’t stop cussing every time I was pricked. We stopped around noon, and my aunt prepared another fabulous meal. I wasn’t really fond of corned beef, but her reuben sandwiches are delicious. She served them with pickles a neighbor had given her last fall. After another rest on the back porch, we walked down the street to get some ice cream. For once, I didn’t care if I felt like a child again. I walked in the middle and held both their hands. It was a great day. We left my aunt’s house around 4:00. I gave her a hug and squeezed her tightly. I didn’t have to tell her I loved her because she already knew. She told me that anytime I needed to talk, she would be available. I assured her I would. We drove home in silence. It didn’t bother me because I felt comfortable with my mother. The truth was out, and I didn’t have anything to hide anymore. For the first time in a couple of years, I felt a calmness surrounding me. I had never had a problem being gay, but I constantly worried how my mother would react if she ever found out. She now knew, and she had accepted me. What’s even crazier, I discovered I had an aunt that was just like me! When I walked in the house, Amy was in the living room watching television. She looked up and sneered when she saw me. She was getting ready to say something, but Mom walked in behind me. I gave her a smug smile. I was happy that I was no longer at the mercy of my blackmailing sister. If only there was some way I could get even with her. I would love to give her a taste of her own medicine. The next week went by as usual. I was busy mowing yards for my regular customers. During the summer, I did about 20 lawns. Of course, I figured I had lost one- Mr. Olsteen’s. I rode my bike by his house last week and saw Scott working in the yard. He stood and watched me ride my bike past. I thought he was going to say something, but he didn’t. He looked like he expected me to ride up and talk to him. Fat chance that will ever happen again. I don’t care how cute he is. On the following Wednesday, I got a really upsetting call. An acquaintance at school, Richard Randolph, called me that morning. I have known him in school since about the third grade. He lives in the same neighborhood as me, but we have never hung out. No one else was home when I answered the phone. “Hello?” I asked. I looked at the caller ID and didn’t recognize the number. Not many people call me, so I figured it was someone wanting my mother. “Is this Mark?” The strange voice asked. “Yes. Who’s this?” I was curious since no one had my number. “This is Richard Randolph. You know me?” I hesitated before I answered. Richard is a cute guy. He is quiet in class, but I watched him at the mall and at the pool with his friends, and he liked to clown around a lot. I was confused why he was calling me. “Hi, Richard. Yeah, I know who you are. What do you want?” I asked. “Yeah, well… um…um… I was talking to Scott the other day.” My heart jumped into my mouth. I knew what he wanted. Scott had told him I was a fag. “I was kinda wondering if you’d like to…um… come over to my house for a while?” Shit. Word was getting out that I was a cocksucker. He probably wanted me to go over to his house and give him a blowjob. “What do you want, Richard?” I said rather angrily. “Well, Mark... um… I’m… um... sitting here at my computer looking at some porn and I’ve got a really… Um… hard boner. Scott told me… Um… that… Um…you like to suck cock… and um… I thought you might come over and like help me out.” He was stammering out his words nervously. I could also hear someone giggling in the background. I was pretty sure it was Scott. “Put your head between your legs and suck your own cock, Mother Fucker!” I slammed the phone down. I was shaking with anger. Shit. I was now the neighborhood fag. Scott must be going around telling everyone that I offered to suck his dick. Now all the horny teens within a ten-mile radius will be thinking I’m willing to do the same to them. Shit. Shit. Shit. I may be gay, but after this incident, I don’t think I am going pursue anything right now. I am only fifteen. I can surely wait. I have never really thought about actually having sex. I daydreamed about it a lot, and I jack off thinking about it, but it is nothing I am actively looking for. Scott took me by surprise. He is extremely cute and has a nice dick. In a moment of weakness, I accepted. What normal gay boy wouldn’t have been charmed by someone as cute as him? I should have been more careful. I have given this a lot of thought. I still can’t figure out why he did what he did. All morning he seemed to be coming on to me. I should have known that a hot guy like him would never be interested in someone like me. He played me along until I took the bait. I really thought he was gay. He still might be. His uncle told me to stay away from him because he has a lot of problems. Maybe that is one of them. However, if he is gay, why did he turn on me? It just didn’t make any sense. Now he was going around the neighborhood telling everyone. I know it will do no good to talk to him. That will probably make matters worse. I just hope that this will all go away at the end of the summer when he goes back home- wherever that is. He never did tell me why he was staying with his aunt and uncle in the first place. All he said was that he is from Arizona and attends a boarding school there. Something must be going on at home for his parents to get rid of him all summer. However, I am worried about Richard’s phone call. We are in the same grade at school. I have three more years to go. If word gets around I’m gay, the next few years could be hell. At least I don’t have to worry about losing any friends over this because I don’t have many to begin with. Another week went by before anything else happened. I was on my way to work in the Stevenson’s yard. I had to ride my bike past the Olsteen’s again. When I was about a half block from their house, I saw Scott shooting a basketball in the driveway. He turned and saw me coming. I watched as he went into the garage. I thought he was going in to avoid seeing me. When I got closer, I noticed him standing beside the garage wall out of sight except for me. When I started to pass his house, he dropped his shorts, pulled out his erect cock, and began stroking it. He looked at me and smiled. Then he pointed to his cock, inviting me to it. I looked away and began pedaling rapidly down the street. When I was a safe distance away, I turned and looked back. He was standing in the driveway watching me ride away. He had a disappointed look on his face. I don’t know a lot about psychology, but I think he has some problems. I figure that he must be some disturbed kid. One minute he gets mad at me because I want to suck his cock. Now, he gets upset because I won’t. One thing I’m sure of though. I’m going to stay the hell away from him. He may be about one of the cutest guys I’ve ever seen, but he’s crazy! After mowing the Stevenson’s yard, I had to pass by Scott’s again. He was standing out front with Bobby. They appeared to be arguing, and Bobby was crying. Scott pushed him, and he fell to the ground. I was going to stop and help him out, but I didn’t want to get involved. Whatever argument they were having wasn’t really any of my business. It’s just that Bobby is so much smaller than Scott. It wasn’t a fair fight. I pedaled a little slower as I went by, hoping to hear what they were arguing about. I heard Scott yell ‘fag’ and ‘cocksucker’ a couple of times. I really felt sorry for Bobby. He was curled up in a ball and crying. He looked so small on the ground. I think he thought Scott was going to hit him. Perhaps he has in the past. I don’t know what’s going on with them. Bobby is such a small, skinny kid. He keeps to himself and never socializes with anyone. I don’t know how he got involved with Scott. One thing I am sure of, he is treating him the same way he had treats me. When I passed by, Scott looked over and gave me smug look. It was like he was almost daring me to do something. I rode on and stopped at the corner. I looked back and saw Bobby slowly get to his feet. Scott pushed him again, this time into the bushes. He then walked into the house as Bobby brushed himself off and headed my way. I biked a little further up the street so I would be out of view of Scott’s house. I waited for Bobby to come walking by. He approached, and he was still crying. He was wiping tears away on the sleeve of his white shirt. He looked so lost. I wanted to start crying myself just looking at him. He saw me sitting on my bike and started to cross the street. “Bobby! Wait up!” I got off the bike and walked it over to him. “What do you want, Mark?” he asked tearfully. “You want me to suck your dick, too?” “No,” I replied sadly. “I just thought you looked like you needed a friend.” “I don’t have any friends,” he remarked as he continued walking down the sidewalk. “What happened between you and Scott?” I asked. He turned and looked at me. “You mean you haven’t heard?” he asked angrily. “Everyone else in the neighborhood knows.” “He’s telling everyone you’re gay, right?” “Something like that,” he responded sadly. “He’s doing the same thing to me. He didn’t say anything to you?” I asked. He looked at me and shook his head. “Really?” he sounded surprised. “Yeah, really,” I replied. “He’s a crazy son of a bitch.” “You got that right.” Bobby looked at me and smiled. We continued to walk down the street quietly. Neither of us knew what to say. We seemed to share a common bond; but how do you tell someone you hardly know why someone else is calling you a fag? I guess he was thinking the same thing. “Where are you going now?” I asked suddenly. I don’t know why, but I wanted to spend some time with him. I think we both needed someone right now. “Home, I guess,” he answered sadly. “Nothing else to do.” “Let’s go to the mall and get some ice cream.” I looked at him and gave him a pleading look. He looked at me and laughed. “Why?” he asked skeptically. “Why not?” I responded, giving him another pleading look. He laughed again. “Sure, okay,” he replied after giving it some thought. “But I’ll warn you. I’m not the best of company. Most people find me boring.” “All right then, bore me.” He looked at me wide-eyed. I didn’t realize what that sounded like until I said it. He started laughing when he saw me begin to blush. “Not on the first date,” he laughed. Then he turned and began walking down the sidewalk. I watched him for a minute then ran to catch up with him. He may be boring, but he has a sense of humor. It took us about twenty minutes to reach the mall. It is the only attraction in our town, other than the swimming pool. It is also a teen hangout. There isn’t a lot to do here other than shop. It does have a pretty nice theater complex. It has six screens, so we don’t have to watch the same movie all the time. We walked through the mall to Ben and Jerry’s. The ice cream is expensive, but it’s worth the cost. They have the second-best ice cream. The best is the ice cream parlor down the street from my aunt. We got some strange looks from other students who went to our school. They had never seen Bobby with anyone before. I have some friends, and I do eat lunch with a group I’ve known for several years. We don’t hang together after school, but at least I don’t have to each lunch by myself like Bobby usually does. We walked to the counter and ordered. I got two scoops of Chunky Monkey, and Bobby ordered Cherry Garcia. Bobby reached in his pocket to pay, but I insisted on buying. I had just gotten $25 for mowing a yard, so it really didn’t bother me. I was glad Bobby had joined me. We took a seat at a table near the window where we could watch people as they walked by. We didn’t say much at first, mostly just small talk. However, I watched his eyes as boys would walk by. He would look them over carefully. One really cute guy walked by holding a girl’s hand, and he started sexually licking his cone. I don’t think he even realized it. He noticed me watching and blushed. If you stripped aside all first impressions, Bobby is cute. At first glance, he looks like the stereotypical nerd. I think a lot has to do with the way he dresses. However, he has a very handsome face. His features are beautiful. He has soft brown eyes and little puffy lips. His nose is small and slightly upturned. He has light brown hair that sort of flows down the side of his face. He has a habit of brushing it aside all the time. He isn’t feminine looking, but his small body makes him appear to be. He seemed to become uncomfortable after I noticed him watching boys walk past the window. We had been getting along pretty well, but now he just ate his ice cream and looked down at the table. “8,” I said. He looked up and wondered what I was talking about. Then he followed my eyes and saw a rather cute boy walking alone past the window. “Naw. 7 ½,” he replied as he smiled shyly at me. Just then a rather unattractive boy walked by. “2,” he remarked. “You gotta be kidding,” I exclaimed. “He’s definitely a 1.” We both began to laugh. We spent the next half hour rating guys that went by. We did agree on one extremely good-looking boy. We both shouted ‘10’ at the same time.
  12. Ronyx

    Chapter 2

    I don’t know what I was thinking. Why did I have to stand there and look at Scott’s cock? Why did I have to tell him I wanted to suck it? I’ve never done anything like that before. It was just he was so cute, and he acted like he liked me. Now, I know he was just playing me. I rushed from Mr. Olsteen’s house without even getting paid. He hollered out to me as I raced down his driveway- something about getting ice cream. I don’t think ice cream was on my mind at that moment. I was worried what Scott would do next. Fortunately, he is new to the neighborhood, and I hope he hasn’t met any of my friends. However, I’m sure he will before summer ends. Will he tell them about me? The house was empty when I entered. My mother was working at the restaurant today. She always works long hours on Saturday. Amy was babysitting the Donovan’s child. She probably wouldn’t be home until after 6:00. I looked at the clock. It was a little after noon. I lay down and looked up at the ceiling. I went back over everything in my mind. Where had I gone wrong? Since Scott first saw me, he flirted with me. He laughed when he knew I was awed by his appearance when we first met. He noticed me adjusting my dick when I was looking up his shorts. It didn’t seem to bother him at all. We’d been laughing and joking like we had known each other for a long time. It was his idea that we use the bathroom together. He’s the one who pulled out this dick and started playing with it. All I did was watch. But why in the world did I have to tell him I wanted to suck him? Damn! I think he had been setting me up all morning. He probably hated gay people, and he suspected I was gay. He figured he play along and then-wham- embarrass me. If that was his goal, he succeeded. Now. I am scared what he will do next. Someone like him always tries to do more. I’ve watched bullies pick on kids at school for years. They are like piranha. Once they smell blood, they go in for the kill. I lay there for about a half hour when I heard the front door bell ring. My heart stopped. I was afraid it was Scott. I wasn’t going to answer it, but it kept ringing. Whoever it was, wasn’t going to leave. I got up and went down the hallway to the door. I crept over to the window and pulled back the drapes and looked out. It was Mr. Olsteen. I looked closer to see if Scott was with him. He seemed to be by himself. I didn’t know what he wanted. He kept ringing that damned bell. I finally walked over to the door and opened it. “Here’s your money, Mark,” he said angrily, shoving crumbled up money into my hand. “Don’t go near Scott again,” he warned. “He told me you made a pass at him.” “Mr. Olsteen, it wasn’t…” I started to tell him what happened, but he sharply cut me off. “I don’t care what happened. Just stay away from him. He’s already been through enough!” he shouted. “Tell your mother to call me when she gets home.” He turned and stormed off down the sidewalk. I slammed the door, and my body dropped to the floor. I sat there with my head in my hands. I didn’t know what to do. This morning I was so glad that summer was here. I was really going to enjoy it before I turned sixteen. Next year, I would probably be working all summer. Now, my summer is ruined. My life is over. Once Mr. Olsteen tells my mother what had happened, my life will never be the same. I wanted to cry, but my fear was too overwhelming for tears. I went to my room and began packing a gym bag. I was going to run away. That way I wouldn’t have to face my mother and my sister. Amy would be glad. She would love to watch as my world collapse around me. If I were on fire, she’d probably pour gasoline on me. I can’t even imagine what my mother will do. We have never talked about sex or gay people. I once heard her click her tongue when we were in the mall and two gay men were walking in front of us with their arms around each other. She didn’t say anything, but she pushed me in another direction so we wouldn’t follow them anymore. Half way through packing I decided that I couldn’t run away. I had no money, and I didn’t have anywhere to go. I don’t know how to fight, so what will I do if someone on the street picks a fight with me? I won’t be able to defend myself. I thought about running away to my mother’s sister, Aunt Janice. She is a few years older than my mother. I heard my mother call her an old maid once. I learned later that she had never married. I have visited her a few times, and she always seems friendly. I’m sure she would take me in if I asked. The only problem is, I don’t really know where she lives. I know she lives only a few miles away, but I’m not sure where. I went into my mother’s room and found her number in my mother’s address book. I wrote it down and stuffed it in my pocket. “Just in case.” I said to myself. According to her address, she only lives about fifteen miles from us. I unpacked and then lay down across my bed. I fell asleep for about an hour when the phone suddenly woke me up. I was afraid to answer it. I thought it might be Mr. Olsteen trying to call my mother. The phone continued to ring about every fifteen minutes. I got up once and checked the caller ID. It was the Olsteen’s number. I was doomed! Amy came home around 6:15. She was complaining because the little girl she had been babysitting was acting wild all day. She had a lot of trouble getting her to settle down. The girl kept crying because she said she didn’t like my sister. I laughed silently when she told me that. Smart kid, I thought. The girl also refused to take a nap. She finally fell asleep just minutes before the Donovan’s returned. They thought my sister was a wonderful babysitter and even asked if she would be available next weekend. I was sitting in the living room watching television. I really didn’t know what was on. I had been sitting staring absentmindedly at the screen for an hour. I heard the phone ring and jumped up to answer it before my sister did. Too late; I heard her talking from my mother’s room. “Yes, Mr. Olsteen. I’ll have her call you when she gets home,” I heard her say politely. “What did you do today?” she asked as she came walking into the living room. “Mr. Olsteen sounded mad. I thought you got along with him?” “Please don’t tell Mom he called,” I begged. She immediately saw the panic in my face and jumped at the opportunity. “It’ll cost you,” she responded with a smug look. “This must be really good.” “How much?” I knew she was enjoying this. “Twenty bucks.” She held out her hand. I removed the crumpled bills Mr. Olsteen had given me and handed her a twenty. “Remember, don’t tell.” She grinned at me. “Yeah, sure thing.” She turned and headed for her bedroom. I was still sitting on the couch watching a baseball game when my mother came through the door. “Hi, Honey,” she said. I waved at her. “How was your day?” “Alright,” I responded. “Mom!” I heard my sister shout from her room. “Mr. Olsteen wants you to call him. He says it’s about Mark, and it’s important.” My first thought was to go into the kitchen and pull out the largest butcher knife I could find. Then go into my sister’s bedroom and slice her into tiny pieces. After all, spending the rest of my life in prison would be worth it. However, my mother’s voice brought me back to the horrible situation I was about to face. “What’s he want, Mark?” she asked me. Just then the phone rang. She walked over and answered it. “Hello, Mr. Olsteen.” I didn’t even wait around to hear the rest of the conversation. I knew I would hear all about it soon. On the way to my room I stopped by my sister’s and looked in. She was sitting at her computer. “I hate you,” I said angrily. She looked at me and smiled. She then gave me the finger. I slammed her door and went into my bedroom, lay across the bed and waited for my future to come to an end. Several minutes later, my mother appeared at my door. She had tears falling down her cheeks. “We’ll discuss this later. I’m too upset right now.” She walked across the hall and slammed her bedroom. I could hear her crying. I don’t think I’ve ever been so ashamed of myself. I had hurt her. How could I ever explain this to her? I saw the look in her eyes. She hates me. Tears began to form in my eyes faster than I could wipe them away with my sleeve. I pulled back the covers and climbed under, pulling them over my head. I just wanted this to go away. I wanted to turn back the clock 12 hours. But I knew I couldn’t. I will have to live with the consequences of my actions. I fell for a pretty face, and now I have to pay. The tears were still falling as I cried myself to sleep. I awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon. I could hear my mother in the kitchen. I knew she was still upset because she only cooks breakfast for us when she is mad about something that happened at work the day before. Usually, we eat cold cereal and toast. I got dressed and walked cautiously down the hall. I knew I would have to face her sooner or later. There was no use in putting it off. I walked into the kitchen. She was sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. She didn’t even look up when I entered and sat down across from her. Her eyes were still red from crying all night. The thought of getting up and running away crossed my mind again. “Good morning, Mom.” She didn’t say anything to me. She got up, walked over to the refrigerator and poured me a glass of orange juice. She came back and put it before me then continued reading the newspaper. We sat in awkward silence for several minutes. My sister walked into the kitchen and hit me on the back of my head. “Fag,” she hissed as she took her seat beside me. Before I knew what had happened, my mother jumped up from her seat, came around and yanked my sister to her feet. “As long as I’m alive, don’t you ever let me hear you call your brother that again!” She started shaking her, and Amy began to cry. She shouted and pointed toward the door, “Go to your room. You’re grounded for a week.” We sat again in awkward silence. She got up and walked over to the oven, then returned with a plate of bacon, eggs and toast and put it before me. She didn’t fix anything for herself. She returned to her seat and continued reading the paper while I picked at my food. She put the paper down and briefly looked over at me. She started to say something but stopped. I could see tears in her eyes. She walked over to the oven and prepared another plate. She left the kitchen and headed to Amy’s room. She closed the door, and I could hear them arguing. I sat quietly pushing my food around on my plate. I got up and headed out the back door. I got on my bike and took off down the road. I rode past the Olsteen’s house and saw Scott talking to Bobby Owens. Bobby lived across the street from me. We have known each other since we were little, but we have never been friends. That sounds strange. To know someone your own age and never really talk to them. We have spoken on the school bus, but it was never a very long conversation. Bobby is a lot like me. I guess that’s why we never became friends. We are both shy and uncomfortable around people. He is considered the school nerd and a computer expert. He once read a story about how Bill Gates had been a computer whiz in high school, so he was modeling his life after him. I don’t think he’ll be worth billions of dollars someday, though. He’d be cute if he would dress better. He always wears a white shirt and black pants to school. What makes it worse is he always wears white socks with black shoes. The kids tease him endlessly. It never really seems to bother him. He just ignores their comments. He always has an attitude that he is better than them, and they could not get him to stoop to their level of immaturity. I think that bothers them more than anything else. Scott pointed me out when I rode by. Bobby looked over and waved timidly. I just looked at them and rode on. I knew he was probably telling him about his gay neighbor. At least I don’t have to worry about Bobby. He has no friends that I know of, so he won’t be telling anyone. I just wondered if Scott knew that. I rode on not knowing where to go. Where does a gay boy ride his bike when he’s just been outed by a complete stranger? I didn’t want to go to the mall or a park. I didn’t feel like being around people. Suddenly, I remembered my Aunt Janice. I reached in my pocket and pulled out her address. She only lives fifteen miles away. I could be there in about an hour. I rode my bike out of town and headed for the next city. Fortunately, they were back roads with very little traffic on a Sunday. It took me fifty minutes to reach her town. I stopped in the small downtown area and looked around. Things looked familiar because I had been here many times over the years. It was just that all the streets looked the same. Most of the homes were large with a lot of shade trees lining the road. I rode around for a few minutes until I noticed something very familiar- an ice cream parlor. I could remember my mother and aunt walking Amy and me about a half block down the street to get ice cream. I looked down the street and saw Aunt Janice working in her yard. I rode my bike towards her house. She was digging weeds out of a flower bed. She had on bib overalls and a straw hat. It was exactly as I always remembered her. She looked up and saw me coming down the street. She stood and walked over to the street smiling. “Mark? What brings you here? Where’s your mother?” she asked me with a worried looked. “Hi, Aunt Janice. Can’t I visit my favorite aunt?” I replied jokingly. “I’m your only aunt,” she laughed. “Come in the house, and I’ll get you a glass of lemonade.” I love her lemonade. It isn’t from a package. She squeezes real lemons to make it. It is delicious. I rested my bike beside the house and then followed her into the kitchen. She poured two large glasses of lemonade and handed me one. I took a sip and smiled at her. She smiled back and ruffled my hair. I followed her onto the back porch. She pointed to the porch swing, and we both sat down. We sat there quietly sipping our drink without speaking. Finally, she broke the silence. “You want to tell me why you’re here?” she asked. “Does Rita know you’re here?” “No, Ma’am,” I replied politely. We continued swinging in silence. “Want to tell me what’s wrong?” she asked softly. “No, Ma’am,” I said again. Just then the phone rang, and she excused herself. I sat on the swing and enjoyed the beautiful view of her backyard. She has a green thumb, and the yard shows that. It is a kaleidoscope of color. She returned after about fifteen minutes and took the seat beside me. She had two fresh glasses of lemonade. We swung for several more minutes in silence. She kept looking over at me. I knew she wanted to talk, but she didn’t know what to say to me. I hadn’t exactly given her the opportunity. “She still loves you.” she said, taking me by surprise. “What?” I looked over at her. “Your mother loves you.” She put her arm around me and pulled me into her side. I put my head on her shoulder and began to cry. “She just wasn’t prepared for this. You have to give her some time.” I nodded my head. She didn’t say anything else for a long time. She continued to let me cry while she gently stroked my hair. “She hates me,” I was finally able to speak. “She wouldn’t even talk to me this morning.” “I told you she doesn’t hate you. Why don’t you tell me what happened?” I spent the next few minutes telling her what had happened with Scott. It was very embarrassing, but it felt good to be able to able to talk to someone about it. I even told her how my mother had reacted to Amy’s comment this morning. She listened carefully and held my hand the entire time I related the story. “He sounds like a nasty little boy,” she responded angrily. “Nasty, but cute,” I replied as my face reddened. She smiled at my embarrassment. “What am I going to do?” Tears began to well up again in my eyes. “I don’t want to be gay.” “You’re not the only one in our family who is gay, Mark.” I started to ask her who else, but then it dawned on me. My mouth fell open, and she started laughing. “You?” I asked surprisingly. She nodded her head. “But you live alone.” “I didn’t always,” she said as tears formed in her eyes. She looked out onto the yard and I could tell she was remembering her past. “What happened?” I asked. I wasn’t sure she really wanted to tell me. “It was long before you were born. I was deeply in love. Mary and I bought this house together. She loved flowers. I’ve continued to grow them even today.” “Where’s Mary now?” I didn’t like the way this story was going. “She died in a car accident, four years after we moved in here. A drunk driver ran a red light.” She started to cry. I held her hand and rubbed it gently. I didn’t know what to say. “I wanted to die. I didn’t feel like living after that. Your mother saved my life.” A surprised look came on my face. “She moved in here for a while and stayed with me. She hadn’t married your father yet.” She got up and disappeared into the kitchen. She emerged minutes later with two more glasses of lemonade. “She helped me through the hard times. I cried constantly. She was afraid I was going to kill myself. I probably would have if she hadn’t been here. After a few months I began to get better. I was able to face the fact that Mary was dead. I’ve never been with another woman since then.” We sat quietly for several minutes before she spoke again. “You know why I make lemonade?” I looked at her and shook my head. “Mary had a saying. It wasn’t easy back then being gay, especially for women. When things got really bad, she would say, ‘When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.’ We’d always laugh and pour us a cold glass.” She looked at me and smiled. “You’ll be alright, Mark.” She ran her hand through my hair. “Just make a lot of lemonade.” I rested my head on her shoulder and soon fell asleep.
  13. Ronyx

    Mark's Revenge

    A new boy, Scott, comes to town and outs Mark and another boy, Bobby. After several cruel run-ins with Scott, Mark and Bobby decide that he should be given a taste of his own medicine. Find out how they go about seeking revenge for Scott's bullying behavior in this exciting story.
  14. Ronyx

    Chapter 1

    What a great feeling! School’s out for the summer! This is the first morning I’ve been able to stay in bed late in weeks. However, the damn sun is coming through the window, and I just can’t go back to sleep. I should have taken my sister’s room when we moved in here six years ago. Her window is on the west side of the house. Mine is on the east. I always get the morning sun. I might as well get up anyways. My mom is making me work this summer. Not a real job, though. I do yard work for my neighbors. They’ve been relying on me for about three years. I’ve been doing this since I was twelve. Now I’m fifteen, and I’m still doing it. I don’t mind. It puts money in my pocket. My mother gives my sister and me an allowance, but it’s never enough. Mom laughs and tells us to get used it. We’ll never have enough money the rest of our lives. She says you work hard all your life and never have anything to show for it. She’s a good example. She’s a receptionist in a dentist’s office during the day. At night, she waits tables at a restaurant. It’s a pretty classy place, so she makes good money in tips. She makes my sister and I work too. My sister, Amy, is thirteen, and she baby sits for our neighbors. Since most of them are working families, she’s usually at someone’s house. I get jealous because most weeks she makes more money than me. My work depends on the season. I mow yards in the summer, rake leaves in the fall and shovel snow in the winter. I hardly make any money in the winter because we’ve gone the past two years with very little snow. I can’t wait until I turn sixteen next year, so I can get a real job. Mom already said I can. I’ve managed to save a little money for a car. I’m having a hard time convincing her to let me get one, though. Every time I ask her about it, her usual response is, “We’ll see.” My experience tells me that usually means, ‘No.’ “Mark! Get out of bed!” my mother yelled from the kitchen. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep late if I wanted. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Nature called. “Mark!” she yelled a little louder. “I’m up, Mom!” I opened the door and shouted down the hall. I tried to piss, and realized I was up in more ways than one. It was a little difficult because all guys know you can’t piss with a morning woody. After standing at the toilet for a few seconds, I was finally able to get a decent flow going. “You’re going to go blind, you know!” my sister shouted as she banged on the door. “Stop playing with yourself and get out. I need in there.” I don’t know where she has learned about all this stuff. She’s only thirteen, but she’s already a slut. My mother would kill her if she ever saw her making out with a boy on the couch when she’s at work. I’ve walked in on her and a boyfriend several times. I don’t think she’s actually gone all the way yet, but I once saw her jacking off her boyfriend, Josh, last month. They didn’t know I was watching from the hallway. I was rapidly rubbing myself when she made him cum all over his stomach. I shot a load in my pants. I had to take a second shower for the day. I had made a mess all over myself. I would tell on her. She is my sister, and I feel an obligation to protect her, but I can’t. She would tell Mom on me. Last year she came bursting in my room late one night and caught me masturbating at my computer desk. It wasn’t the fact I was jacking off. All guys do that. It was what I was looking at on my computer. I had found a really neat website with young boys. There was this particular blonde that I had fallen in love with. I used to jack off and pretend he was in the room with me, and I am sucking his cock. I was really into it and was about to cum when Amy threw open my door and stormed in. She was mad because I had taken one of her cd’s without asking. Anyways, she walked in just as I was shooting all over my stomach. There was absolutely nothing I could do. She stood there and looked wide-eyed at me, and then she looked at the picture on the computer monitor. I was busted. “I’m going to tell Mom!” she screamed and headed out the bedroom door. Thankfully, my mother was at work and wouldn’t be home for several more hours. After cleaning myself off, I went to her bedroom door and knocked. I needed to talk to her. “Go away, fag!” she shouted. “I need to talk to you. Please?” I shouted back, still pounding on her door. After another minute, the door slowly opened. She walked back to her bed and sat down. I hesitantly sat beside her. What do you say to your sister when she just discovered you are gay? I was her big brother, and she had always looked up to me. “Amy, listen,” I begged. “You’re a queer,” she spat out angrily. I could see the hatred in her eyes. “Kids at school don’t like queers.” What did she know? She was twelve then. All she had ever heard was what other kids had said about gay people. “I’m your brother. Do you hate me?” She looked at me and studied me for a minute. Then I saw her eyes soften. “No, Mark. I could never hate you,” she told me. “Good. Cause you’re my sis. I wouldn’t want you to hate me.” I was glad she was beginning to accept me. It could have made my life hell if she didn’t. Besides, I had to convince her not to tell Mom. “Any one butt fucked you yet?” I started to choke. I hadn’t expected her to ask me that. “Why would you say that?” I asked astonished. “That’s what the boys say at school. Fags like to get it in the butt.” She sounded like she was an expert on gay sex. “No, Amy. I haven’t done anything with anyone. What you saw me doing is all I have ever done,” I bashfully admitted to her. “And the next time you come in my room, knock first,” I said harshly. “Next time, lock your door,” she retaliated with a laugh. “Besides, you got a small weinie. I didn’t see much.” She started laughing while I turned a beet red. We talked for the next half hour. She asked me a lot of stupid questions. Most of them I couldn’t answer because I had never been with a guy. I had read a few stories on the internet and had jacked off to some pictures, but that was all. I also found out that night that I have a very evil sister. She blackmailed me! She threatened to tell my mother that I am gay unless I gave her $5 a week. So, for the past two years, I’ve been paying her to stay quiet. I’m going to get even with her though. Now that I know she isn’t Mom’s perfect little angel, I’m going to videotape her the next time she gives her boyfriend a hand job. If I’m lucky, I may be able to catch her doing more. I’m not sure which would make my mother madder- me being gay or my sister being a slut. Talk about your dysfunctional family! I left the bathroom and went back into my bedroom to dress. I posed in front of my full-sized mirror. I saw a gangly kid, quickly changing from boyhood to manhood. I took off my underwear and looked at myself naked. I looked over to make sure that my door is locked. I didn’t want Amy barging in on me again. I’m not much to look at. I know I’m not one of the good-looking guys that all the girls giggle at when they walk by. No one will ever get lost in my pale blue eyes or swoon because of my sexy voice. I’ve gone through puberty, so I don’t have to worry about my voice cracking when I speak any more. I am ordinary. What do you call the male version of a Plain Jane? Plain John? That would be me. I am 5’8” tall and weigh about 135. I’m not graced with a tight six pack stomach. My hair is slightly curly and a mousy brown color. I wish I was one of those blonde surfer boys all the girls follow around. I have a light dusting of hair on my legs. I keep hoping I’ll develop some hair on my stomach that would travel down to my cock. I think that’s really sexy on a guy. I have the same curly, brown hair surrounding my cock. I wish I could say I was hung like a horse, but a pony would be more accurate. It serves my purpose; but if I ever meet a guy who wants to take me to bed, I hope he isn’t disappointed. I look in the mirror and wonder if I was another guy, would I be interested in me? Probably not. In high school looks is everything. Most kids usually don’t even know I’m around. Even teachers have trouble remembering my name. I’m not the smart kid that all teachers are glad to have in class. At the same time, I’m not the troublemaker they dread. I fall in that middle group- the forgotten group. I’ve seen teachers that I’ve had a few years ago, and they can’t even remember my name. You would think after I sat in their class for a year, they’d remember who I was. I guess you could say that I’m just your average fifteen-year old boy. You know the kind- the ones you pass by and don’t even notice when you walk through the mall on Saturday afternoon. Girls don’t giggle when they see me. Guys don’t give me a second glance; most of the time they don’t give me a first glance. I’m not complaining. I’m just stating a fact. I’m happy with myself. I learned a long time ago that I won’t fit into the ‘in’ crowd. It doesn’t bother me. Sometimes I watch the drama that the ‘beautiful’ people go through day after day, and I’m glad I was born an average person. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not some ugly Quasimodo. I learned about him in my literature class last year. I’m not some hunchback who sickens people with my hideous looks. “Mark! Breakfast is ready.” I heard my mother shout down the hallway, causing me to jump. I took one last look at myself before I put on my clothes- blue bikini underwear, shorts and a tee shirt. After putting on my shoes and socks, I ruffled my hair into place. No use spending hours looking good when no one will notice anyways. On the way out of my room I ran into my sister. “Watch out, fag!” she muttered as pushed me against the wall. “Whore!” I replied. I can’t wait until we grow up so we can quit playing these childish games. Maybe then she’ll call me by my name. “Good morning, Honey,” my mother sang cheerfully as she tried to kiss me on my cheek. I moved away just in time. I’m fifteen years old. I don’t need my mother kissing me like I’m some child. “Did you remember you have to clean out Mr. Olsteen’s garage this morning?” she asked me as she placed a bowl of cereal in front of me. “No, Mom. I didn’t forget. I’m not a moron. Give me some credit.” I replied angrily. She treats me like a child sometimes. I’m fifteen. I’ll be sixteen in a few months. She acts like I’m six. “Yeah. You better get out and make some money,” my sister said as she entered the kitchen. “You owe someone.” I looked over at her and then at my mother. “Who, Mark?” she asked. “No one. Amy’s just messing with me. Right Amy?” I looked over at my sister with pleading eyes. She held up ten fingers. She wanted $10 this week. I was screwed. I nodded my head. She gave me a snide smile. I couldn’t wait to get even with her. Once I got my proof, she was going to pay dearly. “Are you babysitting the Donovon’s child today?” mother asked Amy. “Yes, Mom. I have to be there in fifteen minutes. Can you drop me off on your way to work?” she asked. My sister can be so gross sometimes. She was intentionally eating with her mouth full and showing me its contents. I pushed some of my food out of my mouth and acted like I was going to spit it at her. “Mom! Mark’s being nasty!” she shouted. “Stop it Mark!” my mother hollered. She always takes my sister’s side. It wouldn’t do any good to say anything. She wouldn’t believe me anyways. Amy looked over at me and grinned. I stuck out my tongue and crossed my eyes. She started giggling. “Grow up, Mark,” my mother admonished me after noticing the face I made at Amy. I just sighed. Sometimes I wish I was an only child. My life would be so much simpler. “I heard his nephew is staying with him and Emily this summer. Have you met him yet?” mother asked. This was news to me. Mr. Olsteen didn’t mention it the last time I mowed his yard. If he had his nephew to help him, then why did he need me? “No, Mom. This is the first I’ve heard about it. I guess I’ll meet him this morning,” I told her. “Maybe he’ll let you suck his dick,” my sister whispered in my ear. I swear to God I’m going to kill her before she reaches eighteen. “Shut up, Amy,” I whispered back. She gave me a nasty smirk. “You’d better be careful, or I’m going to want five more dollars,” she warned me. “Someday I’m going to tell Mom myself. That way I won’t have to give you any more money,” I told her. “You don’t have the balls,” she smiled back. “Watch me,” I warned her. “Mom! Mark has something he wants to tell you.” She looked over at me and smiled. I started choking on my milk. “What is it, Honey?” she asked with interest. “Nothing, Mom,” I replied, trying to catch my breath. “Amy’s being a jerk again.” My face was beginning to turn red. “I told you. You don’t have the balls.” She had won this battle. She knew I couldn’t come out to my mother, and she was enjoying watching me squirm at the table. “I gotta go.” I grabbed my ball cap and headed out the door. “See you around noon.” “Have fun,” my sister said as she sucked on her middle finger. I noticed that my mother’s back was to us, so I gave her the finger and walked out of the kitchen. Mr. Olsteen’s home was on the next block. We live in an area of homes that was built in the 1960’s. Most are three-bedroom brick homes. The yards aren’t very large, so it doesn’t take me long to mow them. Some have carports, but most have one car garages. Mr. Olsteen had bought a new car, and he wanted to clean out his garage, so he could park it there. The garage door was open when I walked up the driveway. I entered and looked around. At first, I didn’t see anyone. Then I noticed a pair of tanned legs standing on a ladder in the corner. The person was looking into an attic area above the garage. I stood and looked at the image before me. He must be Mr. Olsteen’s nephew. From the back, he looked to be about my age. He was tall and muscular. He was wearing a pair of shorts that showed off his strong legs. He looked like he might be a runner. He had on a white wife beater, and his long blonde hair flowed down to cover his neck. He was standing tip-toed on the ladder trying to reach something. “Uncle Roger. Can you help me?” He sounded sexy. I loved the sound of his voice. “He’s not here. I’ll help,” I said as I approached the ladder. Without looking down, he reached into the attic, pulled out a small box and handed it to me. He then came down off the ladder and faced me. “Thanks. I’m Scott.” He extended his hand for me to shake. I stood before him staring into his dark brown eyes. He was Cute, with a capital C. He broke my stare when he waved his hand at me. I took it and shook it. His grip was firm. I gripped his tightly, so he wouldn’t think I was some kind of wimp. “And you are?” he asked with a grin. “Um, I’m, um, Mark.” I couldn’t even remember my own name. This boy had completely taken my breath away. I couldn’t ever remember acting this way around anyone before. He probably thought I was some kind of an idiot. With his looks, though, I’m sure he was used to girls reacting to him this way. I’m not so sure he had experienced it from another guy. “Good. I see you’ve met my nephew, Scott,” Mr. Olsteen said as he emerged from the kitchen door leading to the garage. “He’s spending the summer here.” “Yeah. I’ve met Um Mark.” He smiled at me and started laughing. I began to blush. Mr. Olsteen saved me when he walked over and picked up a box. “One of you boys climb that ladder and jump into the attic. The other stand on it and hand boxes up to the other as I bring them over. It shouldn’t take us long to get this place cleaned out,” he said. Scott climbed the ladder as I stood beneath watching him. I could see up his loose shorts. He was wearing white briefs. It was probably my wild imagination, but it looked like he had a nice cock and balls tucked away inside. I felt my own cock begin to harden. This is great. All I need to do is pop a boner while I’m standing on the lower rung of the ladder. It would be poking Mr. Olsteen right in the eyes! I quickly adjusted myself before anyone could notice. I looked up and saw Scott watching me. He gave me a broad smile. All I could do was look away and blush. We worked for the next hour cleaning out the garage. Anything worth saving was handed up to Scott to stow away in the attic. Trash was put alongside the garage. Mr. Olsteen was going to call and have someone haul it away. When we were done, there was enough room for him to park his new car. He stood back and beamed at the clean garage. “I think this deserves some ice cream. Go wash up boys, and I’ll take you to Ben and Jerry’s for a treat.” I followed Scott into the house and down the hallway to the bathroom. Once there, I stopped outside the door. “You go ahead. I’ll wait until you’re through,” I told him. “That’s alright. We can both wash up together. I go to school at an all-boys academy. I’m used to it.” He pushed me gently into the small bathroom. I felt uncomfortable being in such a tight space with someone as cute as Scott. He’d appeared to have been flirting with me all morning. This was something I wasn’t accustomed to. I didn’t know how I would react if he tried something. My heart was pounding out of my chest, and I was having trouble catching my breath. “You alright.” He could see how nervous I was. “Yeah. I’m okay,” I replied nervously. Just then, he walked over to the toilet, unzipped his pants and pulled out a very nice cock and began pissing. I looked down and couldn’t remove my eyes. I had seen a lot of dicks on the internet, but this was the first one I had seen up close since gym class two years ago. He looked over at me and smiled. He finished and shook it several times. It began to harden in his hand. He watched my reaction the entire time. “Like what you see?” he asked me while stroking his cock to a full erection. It was a nice six inches long and thick. I just stood there and watched him rub it. “Well do you?” he asked a little more forcefully. “Yes.” I nodded my head, still watching him slowing stroke his cock. “You want to suck it?” he asked lustily. I still didn’t answer. I couldn’t believe I was in the bathroom with a cute guy and he was asking me to suck his dick. “Do you?” he again asked forcefully, bringing me out of my trance. “Yes.” I looked into his face and gave him a sheepish smile. “Just what I thought. You’re a fucking fag!” he spat as he put his cock back into his pants and zipped them up. He gave me a scornful look and hurried out of the bathroom.
  15. Ronyx

    Chapter 4

    @misterwill This is a rather harsh statement. If I wrote professionally, then I could devote all my time to making sure that a chapter was error-free, demonstrating complete ability, attention and skill. However, like most writers here at GA, I do have a life outside of writing. This was an earlier story, and I hope that my writing skills have improved in later stories. I do the best I can, and I hope that readers overlook minor errors. If you notice a serious mistake, please send me a personal message. They do not need to be pointed out publicly.

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