Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2013 21:51:26 +0000
From: whiteryan65@gmail.com
Subject: Nicky ch 1

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NICKY

"By the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife! Nicky,
you may kiss your bride!"

That was it. That was all of this that I possibely could take. Without
anyone noticing, I mean why would they bother to worry where just another
one of the guests would go when they can watch the new bride and groom
kissing the crap out of eachother, I managed to slip away and ran out of
the church as fast as my fucking legs could carry me. I reached my car at
lightning speed, got inside and placed the key inside the ignition with
trembling fingers. For some fucked up reason, my BMW wouldn't start. I
tried a few more times before I slammed the steering wheel with my fists
and threw the keys viciously onto the seat next to me. It was then that I
felt a tear rolling down my cheek. That one tear was followed gradually by
more and more until my entire face was covered in them. I leaned forward on
my arms onto the steering wheel, with numerous thoughts and memories
drifting in and out of my mind. Breathe in...breathe out, Gareth. How could
he...how COULD he?? When he said...when he promised that I was the one
he...Didn't matter now. He was married. To the one person who didn't
deserve his love. Not even for one single second. My body was ripped with
emotion, I tried as hard as I could to stop all this girlish crying but my
heart was breaking into pieces. Finally I gathered enough strength to wipe
the tears off my face and took another go at starting the car, which it
finally did on the third turn of the key. I drove out of the church grounds
as fast as possible. All I wanted now was to check into a fucking hotel or
something, a room even, anything but to go home and be in the same place as
me and Nicky were not even a year ago. I drove and drove, until I didn't
even hear my GPS's soothing voice anymore. Finally my logical thinking
returned and I discovered the extend of the long way I had just driven. I
had fucking been driving and driving for over two hours! FUCK this shit, I
need to get over him! He belonged to someone else now.

I saw what looked like fairly decent hotel in the far distance on the right
hand side and swiftly turned my car into the parking lot. Not a moment too
soon, I saw, with my petrol running dangerously low. I got booked in and
specifically asked for the most expensive room in the hotel. I had to look
a bit weird, if not a little suspicious with only my wallet and my
cellphone on me, no luggage, bags whatsoever. After I locked my suite's
door behind me, I walked over to the open balcony, which had a terrific
panaramic view of the ocean. I was in the West Coast region of South
Africa, in Vredenburg to be precise. And to think I drove here all the way
from Cape Town...Once I poured myself some wine I leaned over the reiling
of the balcony and closed my eyes, breathing in the fresh, ocean air,
listening to the rustle and bustle, the movement of the water beneath me. I
could still remember the first time I ever saw him. The first time our eyes
connected. There was a hidden story about him. And fact of the matter
was...I wasn't even into boys his age. True story. I had a new lease on
life, I was making plans to study and to spend my inheritence that my
father had left me when he died. So what could possibly turn me into the
fucked up human being that I was at this moment and time? The answer was
simple enough. Infact, it was literally staring me in the face. The same
person who made the mistake seven years ago, of falling in love with a
eleven year old boy.

Me.

*2004*

I was just out of matric and wanted to do something real and meaningful
with my life. The year before my dad had passed away and I couldn't
understand it. He was as healthy as a fucking ox. Then on his birthday,
while we were having a barbeque, he suddenly collapsed onto the
ground. After an eternity the ambulance finally decided to rock up and took
him to hospital but it was too late. The massive stroke took him away from
us just as they pulled into the hospital parking lot. There we were as a
family, still smelling the smoke, the burned meat on the grill, the garlic
bread still waiting to be cut into pieces, the trifle in the fridge,
waiting to be served. I was angry, even at God. I didn't understand why He
decided to take my father like that. I didn't even get a chance to say
goodbye as not one of us expected my father to pass on. He never complained
of any pains or shit like that. I almost didn't pass Grade 12 that
year. Things when down a rocky road for me at a time where I tried to solve
the pain of my father's death by taking drugs and drinking countless
bottles of Vodka. If it wasn't that my mom had a nervous breakdown the
evening they called her, informing her that I was in the hospital with
alcohol poisoning, I don't know where I might have ended up. Finally after
a lot of thought and emotions fucking its way through me, I finally decided
to straighten myself out. I passed Grade 12, although without Matric
Excemption, denying myself a place in the local University. I even started
going to church, to find some answers from God. I prayed for him to forgive
me, for being angry all the time and for accusing Him of taking my father
too early. Even though I had hadn't fully accepted his death, I was trying
my best to come to terms with it. And it was one such Sunday morning in
church where I saw the advertisment on the screen during the service.

"Sunday school teacher needed! We have an opening for a Grade 5 teacher!
Please contact the head of the Sunday School after the service if you wish
to join!"

At first it didn't say anything to me, I mean it was just another thing
that was shown on the powerpoint screen, but just as the service was coming
to an end, they showed it again and I started thinking. Even my mother gave
me a slight nudge and I saw her pointing towards the screen.

"Now that could keep you busy! Keep your mind of things, hey?" she said.

"I dunno, Mom...what do I know of teaching Bible stuff to young kids?" I
replied, my face all smudged up in mixture of confusion and humor.

"I'm just saying it wouldn't hurt to try. I know how you felt about the
Lord Almighty when your dad passed, Gareth. Maybe if you read your Bible,
get to know His will and His word a little better, you might understand and
accept that He and only He decides when our life on Earth is done."

What my mom said kinda made lots of sence, even though I was still
sceptic. I mean what did a 19 year old Gareth DeLorean know about teaching
Bible stuff to young kids? Anyhow I spoke to the Head of the department
after the service. He seemed to think it was a great idea, and not just
because they were desperate for someone.

"Gareth, this is perfect! The kids you will be teaching are all in the year
10-11 age group. You are only eight years older than them, so you can
relate to them so much more easier than others can!"

I said I'll think about it before making up my mind. Just then and there a
boy came running into the hall where the Sunday school was held. My neck
swung around to watch him grab another boy's arm and whispering something
in his ear. Oh...I probably didn't mention that I was gay, did I?
Seriously, I was into hot dudes. But until that morning, I was into dudes
that was my fucking age! This little boy facinated me. I've read some of
the stories on the Nifty Archive, in the Adult Youth section but never paid
that much attention to that particular category, so I knew that it could
happen that adult sometimes found younger boys somewhat
attractive. Yet...this boy was all boy, in every sence of the word. Looking
at him just showed me that willingness to play, have fun, get dirty, run
around, laugh and with bare feet to match. Clearly he wasn't a boy who
played his Playstation all the time. He had a healthy glow around him,
clearly spending loads of time in the sun. He was unbelievably skinny,
black hair and the bluest eyes I have ever seen.

This was wrong. FUCK...this was wrong. This was a child, a fucking BOY! I
shook my head and immediately called the Head back and accepted the
post. Until this day I still don't quite know what came over me that day. I
accepted the post of Sunday school teacher because I knew that I would be
seeing him once a week at least. Now guess what the look on my face was
when I found out he was Grade 5! The same fucking class that I would be
teaching! After my class had followed me to the room where we would be
situated I got to know each of them. Him...his name stated Nicholas David
Volhanten on his card.

"But everyone just calls me Nicky!" he said with a big, adventurous
smile. I swear my cock just spurted drops of pre cum the moment he first
talked to me. After the clock strucked eleven, I allowed them to go home,
and just for a moment, I sat back in my chair. How...How could I allow
myself to feel this way about a BOY?? That's what he was!!

As the year progressed, my attraction to Nicky got more and more. The
problem was that I was by far the youngest Sunday school teacher, meaning
my class was extremely fond of me. They used to tell me everything that
happened in school, at home, etc because I could relate to them. The other
kids was jealous infact. I didn't let that information go to my head to be
honest, but it was nice to hear my class, and in particulary Nicky brag
about being with me. I found the lessons I had to teach them interesting
and educational at the same time. Each Sunday Nicky would give me a high
five, something which he started a few weeks back. Once I heard him say:
"We got the cool dude for a teacher!" That brought me joy, warmth and a
hardon. Go figure. I actually became lost in his beauty. He didn't even
know how sexy he was. Which boy of eleven does think of himself like that?
I was really getting head over heels.

Then there was the time I took them to my home for the end of term
celebration. For three months now I had the pain of being close to Nicky
and not being able to stop my feelings for this boy. Honestly, he really
didn't seem to know how fucking beautiful he was at just age eleven! What
clearly confused me, was that the girls in my class, they could hug him if
they wanted, they could tell him he was sexy, they could run their fingers
through his spiky, messy hair and NOTHING would have been said. But most of
the time, they just found him annoying. I would have loved doing all those
above mentioned stuff! SO MUCH!! Alas...

Well like I said, it was the end of the first term of the year and my
father had installed a rather biggish swimming pool in out back garden when
I was eight. I knew they would like it. Or rather, I knew I would. The
Grade 5 class were 7 kids, five girls and two boys. The other boy in my
class could crack my weight scale if he wanted to. He was incredibly
obese. Yet seeing Nicky walking through our living room, seeing his eyes
light up in excitement when he saw our pool, that was when I realised that
my feelings had just evolved from having an attraction to him, to something
shockingly forbidden. Suddenly I felt sick and told my mom to watch the
kids for a while as they entered the pool. I rushed for the bathroom and
shut the door behind me. I looked at my shocked reflection in the
mirror. The tears started rolling down my cheeks. I shook my head, trying
to stop it. There was no denying it. I was in love with Nicky
Volhanten. The ELEVEN year old boy in my Sunday school Grade 5 class.

Well the tears just kept coming because I KNEW...I KNEW there would NEVER,
EVER be a chance that anything could EVER happened between us. The age gap
was eight years...he was just a boy. A boy so stunningly beautiful. As I
finally made my way to the pool, after having washed and dried my face, I
saw him. I saw what I have been longing to see since I met him. He was
shirtless, he had insane stomach abs for his age. He was on the side of the
pool, getting ready to perform what he called a "tuck" into the pool.

"Hey Mr Gareth! Watch this!" he screamed when he saw me.

"I'm watching, pal!" I yelled back, watching him amusingly. He ran a few
steps before perfectly managing to twirl his body once before splashing
into the pool. I was amazed! I knew he swam a lot and took lessons, but I
had no idea an eleven year old could do that!

"That was fricken awesome, buddy!" I said as he ran up to me, his tanned
body dripping with water, his spiky hair all flattened.

"Do you really think so, Mr Gareth?" he asked, his voice trembling with
excitement.

"Ofcourse. I'm real proud of you!" I said, placing my left arm around his
shoulder, like a friend would do to another. To my surprise he placed his
right arm around my shoulder...or tried to do so...I was a bit taller than
him! His boyish muscles rippled in the glimmering sunlight. I just had to
ask...

"Nicky, how on earth did you get these abs? Are you sure you're only eleven
years old? Are you taking steroids?"

He laughed and slammed his open hand on his stomach. Those boyish pecks...

"Nope, I'm not haha! My dad is this fitness dude, he sells equipment you
use in the gym. Me and him work out together every night. He lets me do the
easy stuff. I told him like two days ago I wanna start with real stuff. He
said no."

"Maybe he knows best, bud. He sells those stuff, so he must know."

"Yeah maybe. When is Sunday school starting again, Mr Gareth?"

"Haha pal, why do you ask? You're gonna miss it that much?"

Strangely enough Nicky looked down at his feet, twiddling his thumbs. I
immediately senced that something was wrong.

"Come with me, buddy," I said and he followed me. I took him into the
kitchen where I took out a two liter bottle of Coke and poured him a
glass. I smiled as I saw he tried and failed to drink it all up in one go,
before he wiped his mouth.

"Easy there, Tiger. Now tell me what's up. You know you cal trust me, bud."

"My dad said that maybe we are gonna have to move."

God. No. Please.

"Why, Nicky?"

"Well he says that if he gets the promotion at work, whatever the hell that
is, we are gonna have to move because of that. I don't wanna leave, Mr
Gareth! All my friends are here! You are here! My school, my house, my
room..."

"Me? Wow pal, you've known me for four months!" I said, a strange feeling
developing in the pit of my stomach.

"So? You're the best teacher I've ever had! You're not old like my other
ones. You don't shout and scream. You're cool, Mr Gareth."

The look on his face was enough to get me bawling again but I knew I
couldn't break down infront of Nicky. He wasn't gonna understand that. I
placed my arms around him and stroked his shoulder. He leaned his head
against my chest. My cock was rock hard.

In the beginning of the second term, Nicky attended class the first
Sunday. He didn't show up again after that. I heard from the rest of the
class that Nicky's family had indeed moved to Johannesburg. Although I was
fully prepared for it, I didn't know how hard the news would hit me until
it actually became a reality. Nicky was really gone.

*2006*

"Something is up with you, Gareth! I wanna know what it is NOW!"

"For the hundreth time, Vanessa, NOTHING is wrong! Why has there have to be
something "wrong" everytime I'm not in the mood for sex?"

"I don't know, okay! Its just...I sometimes get the feeling you don't
really wanna be with me."

"That's bullshit. I'm stressed at work because of this new product we're
launching. Do you think its fun for me to go from shop to shop selling
stuff, making only 20% commission on everything I sell?"

"I still fucks me up that you had to use all of your inhertitance to pay
for all your mom's operations. Didn't she have Medical Aid?"

"Jeez Vanessa, a person can only have so many medical help before the
pension stops paying! That's what lung cancer does to people!"

"Whatever, I'm going to bed. Turn the light off."

Four hours later I woke up. I walked down the stairs, looking at the
picture of my beloved mom that was hanging in the living room. The cancer
destroyed her. A few days before she died, she told me that had known all
this time.

"Mom, I didn't go looking for it back then. It just happened. Sounds
cliche, but it really did."

"Son...we have no control over whom we fall in love with. I could see
it. After that boy was gone, you had an emptyness inside you. I came inside
your room one evening and you have fallen asleep studying. But instead of
you writing notes down, you wrote "Nicky" almost 50 times. You love him,
don't you?"

"Mom, I really don't know what to say or how it happened. Yes I do! With
all my heart. I've last seen him two whole years ago and I still feel like
my heart is ripped out everytime I think of him. I love him. I probably
won't ever see him ever again. I must be out of my mind..."

When Mom passed away, I didn't even cry. All my tears was cried out the day
that the doctors told me there was nothing more they could do for her. I
still gave Sunday school each Sunday and in the two years that passed, I
had become Mr Popular for those kids. Everybody liked me and respected
me. All the kids wanted to be in the "cool" teacher's class. I knew the
names of all the kids, even the older ones. I frequently took them out to
MacDonalds for ice cream when I made some bucks. Since Mom's illness had
drained my inheritence, I inhertited Mom's which she got from Dad. But that
wasn't nearly enough to last me forever. So I got this job doing Direct
Selling to customers, which I HATED to be honest, but it paid the bills.

Vanessa was a HUGE mistake. One of those evenings where the miss and the
need to see Nicky again got too much and I took my sorrows out on the local
pub. It was there that I had met Vanessa, and in my drunken state, I never
saw that she was disabled. She had been in a car accident about a year and
half ago, and they had to amputate her left arm. I couldn't just walk away
after that night. I felt too guilty. The whole entire time that I had sex
with Vanessa, and every single fucking time after that, I saw one person's
face. An eleven year old boy, with spiky black hair called Nicky. I hated
doing it to Vanessa, but on the other hand, she was a cut throat bitch, so
it seemed fair that I used her as a cover for being gay.

The first Sunday after the service all the teachers gathered in the hall
for the new year meeting. The Head of the school informed me that I would
be getting a new Grade this year.

"Gareth, the Grade 5 group of this year, well, personally I think that you
are ready for a bigger challenge. A bigger responcibility. I know you don't
like me saying this, but you are their favourite and we can understand
why. You're 21, you're young, you speak their language. I've decided to
give you the Grade 7 group this year."

"But that was the group I had..."

"Correct, Gareth! The very same group of kids you got when you started here
two years ago. Ofcourse they are teenagers now, but they worship you. I
think it will benefit both parties."

Indeed, my former class jumped for joy and gave me a group hug, yes even
the boys, when they heard I was gonna be their new teacher. After the
formalities was over, I was asked to go round and write all the new kids's
names down for processing. I was nearly done as there wasn't a whole lot
apart from the new Grade 1's when I saw a boy running into the hall. I
didn't pay much attention to him because I was busy writing down names but
I did see him running to the Grade 7's, my class of this year. He
completely slipped my mind as I concentrating on getting all the
information on the new students.

"Okay, next!"

"Mr Gareth?"

I looked up. That boy I saw earlier was infront of me. Lord have
mercy...this kid was HOT AS FUCK!!! Was it something in the water here...?

"Yeah, that's me, dude! Your name?"

"Mr Gareth, don't you remember me?"

I looked up, surprised that the question to be honest. I ran my eyes over
his red shirt, his black shorts, his feet barefoot.

His longish black hair standing in all directions.

His deep, beautiful blue eyes.

Oh my gosh...

"Nicky? Nicky, buddy, is that you?" I whispered.

"You bet it is," he said before JUMPING in my arms! His arms went around
me, hugging my upper chest fully towards him. I allowed the clip board in
my hands to fall to the floor as I embraced his sexy body. I closed my
eyes, sent a prayer to the Man upstairs. He felt so warm. So excited. So
much of the boy I met two years ago.

"I really missed you, Mr Gareth!" he whispered against my neck. I didn't
care what people thought. I had the boy I loved in my arms.

*Back to the present time*

I opened my eyes. The sunlight shined straight into them. I quickly stood
up, momentarily confused by my surroundings. Then it all came back to
me. Nicky's wedding. Me running out and driving for two hours to this town,
booking into the hotel...I fucking fell asleep on the balcony! I spotted
the empty wine glass and walked back into my suite.

Nicky was married. He was MARRIED. I threw that wine glass so hard against
the wall that it smashed into a gazillion little pieces.

"Nicky...oh Nicky why...? WHY???" I cried as I threw myself onto the bed. I
always knew the day would come that he would lose interest. I just didn't
wanna believe it. For the millionth time I cursed myself I that I fell in
love with him all those years ago. That I was stupid enough to think we
would be together forever.



END OF THE FIRST CHAPTER!!! Part of a 3 chapter series! Please mail me if
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