Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2011 13:53:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ryan White <ryanstories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Love does not ask chapter 1

Hello friends. With all my modelling shoots and shit going on, I sincerly
apologise for not writing a single story in 3 months. I feel guilty as hell
about it, but when work calls, what can you do?

Since I wrote Two of a Kind, my boyfriend, Jacques, decided to cheat on me
with a girl and got her pregnant. Trust me to say that those turn of events
inspired me to return to the one place where I can feel free to express
myself, which is ofcourse, the beloved Nifty archive.

Please enjoy this story, got up very early on Saturday morning to write it,
lol!

If you want to contact me and have a little chat, you can find me at
ryanstories@yahoo.com

Im always up for a little sexual talk. Im hot, 23 and horny! LOL. If you
wanna chat to me, please mail me...who knows...maybe I'll have a little
chat with you via Inbox!


Love Does Not Ask


All my life I really thought that I was no good. In the ninth grade, way
back in 2003, i wondered what I was going ot make of my life. Alas, the
bullying and taunting about being gay didn't help at all. Welcome to my
world. My name is Gary Mariano and Im a Ethics teacher of profession,
currently employed by the Lancaster High School in Cape Town, South
Africa. Sure i didn't show it on the outside, i mean walk down the street
and take a look at me, you will NEVER say that i was gay. It didn't matter,
only one small mistake and the rest of the highschool life was gone to the
dogs. When at fifteen, you tend not to think with your brain, but with your
dick and when my best friend told me that he was in love with me, I didn't
wanna believe it and told him that it is not gonna happen. I mean, he was
my best friend and all, but he was not my type. In the end, to make a long
story short, I finally decided to do some fooling around, though i hated
it, but it made him happy. Then one day his father came around, and I was
busy cleaning the garage for my father, and i did not hear him behind me,
so when Uncle Barend pulled me to him by my collar, i jumped my guts
out. He basicly told me that he would not have a faggot for a son, and that
he blamed me for making his son like boys. Honestly, i was too scared to
defend myself, i mean he was a freakishly large man at that. Well, the
story that came out at school was that I seduced my best friend and that he
was the innocent little boy who was turned gay. Nothing could obviously be
further from the truth, but who did they believe? That was that and all my
friends had deserted me. In my final year at school, i finally came to the
conclusion that I wanted to help other kids that went through the same pain
and the same humilation as I did. So after Grade 12, i want on to study to
become a Ethics teacher, to work with kids one day on the attempt to help
those to not become like those to tormented me because of my sexual
orientation. But this was proving to be a lot more tougher than I
originally expected. Everywhere that I came people was talking down about
homosexuals. I once wondered why we were put on this Earth, only to ensure
this kind of abuse. If God made you to His creation, why created something
like people of the same gender falling in love with eachother? Any way,
after four years of study and another year of work at the Daycare Centre
for abused kids, i finally saw an advertisment in the newspaper. A
highschool in Cape Town were looking for a Ethics teacher and I sent my CV
through email. A couple of days later, I recieved a call on my cellphone
whilst busy playing some basketball with the boys i worked with. My prayers
were answered as I got booked for a interview. I tried my best as not to
come forth as gay at the interview, as I knew my chances would be over
immediately, but for some reason, I rather suspected that the principal was
gay aswell...never mind. After what I really thought was a succesful
interview, I was told that they would inform me. Yeah right, that's what
they always say. I was so dissapointed in myself as I thought that I had
studied all these years for nothing and worrying about my parents paying
the bill. With the salary that I got at the Center, I couldn't afford to
contribute much and was still staying with my parents. Two weeks later,
wow. Me? I had to sit down as I was informed that i had indeed got the job
as the Ethics teacher. It was really sad to say goodbye to the kids at the
Center, but like I said, it wasn't something that I could financially do
for a living any longer. So, you might be wondering, what is the reason for
telling you all this? Well, this was where it all started. The one thing I
that made my life even more complicated then it had ever been before. All
because of a fifteen year old boy called Jeremy. Yeah, you guessed it. It
was my first day at the school, just after the June holidays. And as I
entered the class room, i was confronted by 25 rowdy and loud girls and
boys determined to make the new teacher's first dat a living hell. Now
listen here, I had enough of this when I was a student. Oh hell no, i
wasn't gonna take any more. I practised what I had learned in my course and
at the Center. I calmly took a seat behind my desk and started to read the
names off the class list. There was two boys sitting infront of the class
and only they could possibly hear what I was saying. I quietly let slip
that those who didn't answer whether they were present of not would be
marked absent and I would phone their parents saying that they bunked
class. The one boy seemed to look shocked and quickly turned around to tell
the ones behind him. Subsequently the news spread through the class and
within two minutes they were deadly quiet. I smiled and stood up.

"Okay, shall we start again?"

One by one they dutifully answered when their name was read out, but when I
got to Jeremy Parker, there was silence. I looked up and repeated the
name. One of the girls told me that this Jeremy was absent from class. I
marked it with a cross and went on with my class. I think the kids actually
enjoyed it, well i was only about eight years older than they were, so I
guess they kinda related to me. I went home a happy man, glad that my first
day was a success. Celebrated with a glass of red wine, since I believed
that i indeed deserved it. That night I went to bed full of confidence in
my new job, and I thought that nothing could go wrong. Little did I know
that the next day I would meet the man...I mean the boy that would forever
steal my heart...



Sorry for this short chapter, but I really like a solid intro to a
story. Relax, there will be loads of sex between Gary and Jeremy. This is
sorta related to a real story and Ill be telling what could have happened
between the two.

Send me a mail on ryanstories@yahoo.com IM FUCKIN HORNY