Date: Sat, 03 Aug 2002 13:34:28 +0000
From: fellhere@hotmail.com
Subject: A story part 3

I have been receiving email so far in scattered responses, but it's all 
positive and encouraging, so there. THis is the third instalment, and I 
apologize for the lack of upper case in the sentence structure. But I am 
working on it. Yeah. Enjoy the story.

A story part 3

Copyright. All rights reserved.
If you're 18 and below, please do not read the contents below.
+This chapter does not contain sexually explicit content+

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It's not that I am cynical or anything, but I never did believe that the 
word existed for a 16 year old boy like me. Yeah. It was more of a 
puppy-love stage, and despite what mike said, I still had my reservations. I 
was willing to try it with Mike, but I never did see it as a serious 
relationship. It didn't mean that I would cheat on him, but all I would do 
was that of what guys my age would do. And that aside, what about 
university? It was gonna come on soon, and I really didn't know if Mike 
wanted to go where i wanted to go. And where I was going. But like the 
indecisive male, i kept it all in the back of my head, instead concentrating 
on basking in his presence.

'If i didn't know better, I'd think you were the jock.'
'why?' He traced his lines continuously on my abs, and looked up and 
grinned. 'If I didn't know, I think this is a human washboard.'

I blushed. I never did think that I had a good bod. Never. I never did work 
out that hard anyways. I told him that very frankly, to which he took my 
hands in his again and looked at me straight in the face.

'Never say that about yourself seth. You're perfect to me. And that's all 
that matters. And I don't want your body anyway. I want you. Wait, but on 
second thought... hey!' I had attacked him already, and tackled him to the 
ground and tickled him silly. When he finally called me 'daddy', he looked 
at me.

'Stay the night with me.'
'Why mikey pikey, trying to lay me?'
He nudged me. 'No. I just wanna sleepover with you, and ya know, enjoy your 
company stupid horny dog.'
'Hey, don't point your finger at me... You asked for it first.'
'Fine. Whatever. Call your parents to ask. Please...'

He was below me and our noses barely touched. Therefore his eyes simply made 
me decide to pick up the phone to call my parents. 'Mum?' I asked. 'Yeah, 
what about? Where are you?' I paused. 'Well, I am at mike's house and well, 
he was asking, if I could sleepover at his house tonight.' I waited for a 
reply. 'Hmm, seth, not that I wanna say this, but seriously, you've been 
spending too much time out of home. And-' I interrupted immediately, 'But my 
grades are fine this term, and it's the last day of the term and tommorrow's 
a holiday. Please...' I tried to sound as innocent as possible (which Mike 
simply smirked at), hoping that she would consider. And indeed she did, cuz 
after a few seconds, she said, 'Gimme the telephone number, and remember, be 
back home tomorrow by 12 in the afternoon yeah.' 'Ok! thanks a lot mum! 
You're the best!' And I gave her the phone number, then jumped up and down 
on his bed signifying a victory. He simply laughed, and said, 'Come'ere.' 
Which i happily complied to and got met with him snuggling up at me, a 
position that we were extremely comfortable in.

I won't bother you with the details of dinner: His parents weren't at home 
the whole night, they were on a business trip, so he and I decided to make 
lasagne and ate ice cream. In front of the telly of course, but it seemed 
that his face was geared to look at me, instead of the television. After a 
while, I got uncomfortable, and immediately got him to sit between my legs 
and that seemed to satiate him, and i managed to watch buffy without 
interruption.

We idled in his room the entire night, talking and talking about nothing in 
particular, but enjoying it nevertheless. He could hold a conversation about 
nearly everything, and I was extremely relieved by it: As we mused over 
Darwin and Greek mythology, he would now and then include his two cents 
worth, and my my it was a worthy contribution. Of course, we sat near to 
each other; ok, fine. We sat on each other and there was the occasional peck 
and kiss, but overall, it was beautiful. If this was what it was, then never 
want it to end.

When bedtime came, he and I instinctively slept in the center of the bed, 
with him lying his head on my chest and me holding him protectively. I could 
feel his breath on my neck, and it tickled. I silently giggled, but he heard 
and simply whispered, 'Ya know how the hell did i manage to get the guts to 
tell you that i like you?' I held him tighter, 'How?' 'Well, the fact that 
you let me sleep like this with you all the way before we even admitted it, 
well, i guessed that was a form of acceptance, and I wished that you never 
declined it.'

'I knew it, babe. Goodnight, mikey pikey.'
'Goodnight, hon. Love ya.'


Personally, I was never bothered about homosexuality and such. But, sorry to 
offend, the thought that a guy HAD to be effeminate, the thought that a gay 
relationship had to have a butch and bitch pissed me off. I wasn't insecure 
or anything, I was more pissed off and angry at the society's school of 
thought rather than that of being afraid of stereotyped. Mike and I were 
perfect unstereotypical: I wasn't gonna become limp wristed and all, so was 
he, and he and I weren't gonna be finding out who was the top and bottom, 
and somehow behaving in that manner. I understood the notion of compromise 
and giving in, but that didn't, for me, translate to behavioral action.

I talked to Mike about all of this, and he just smiled and nodded at the 
right moments. But he seemed to be enjoying himself too much, it seemed that 
he was trying to stifle some laughter. I noticed it, and didn't fail to 
point it out.

'What's so funny mikey pikey?'
'Nah. It's just that, when you're so enthusiastic about a subject you tend 
to be very focussed and serious. Totally intellectual. Totally a turn on.'
The last statement was accompanied by a wink, and what happened after that 
is strictly between me and mike. No one else.

When saturday came, I trooped down to the neighborhood park with my md 
player, book(Culture of Narcissism) and my bike. I sat down under the tree, 
and started reading. Mike had begged me to let him come along, but I 
strictly said no, cuz I was spending the time today instead with James. 
Pretty obviously, jealousy hung around, but I guess that Mike kept it behind 
the shadows well enough, and after several assurances, he let me go. All I 
was gonna do now was to wait for him.

The bloke came around in 5 minutes, and beamed when he saw me. I smiled 
back, and waved for him to sit beside me. Knowing me too well, he continued 
to let me read, while he continued to read on with his own book. Being 
friends for more than 7 years simply made us attuned to each other: silence 
could also permeate our company. We felt perfectly at ease with each other.

Only around 4 pm did I stop and decided to ride the bike. I looked at him 
and he simply appraised my look, and wore his blades. Just like that, we 
both went down the lane, me cycling, him blading. It was a weird 
combination, but he and I could travel on similar speeds, albeit safety was 
extremely compromising. But it was fun. And hell exciting. It took about an 
hour, then we went back to the same tree, changed into fresh clothes and 
went down to our favorite restaurant near his house to have dinner with him. 
This was a routine that we always stuck to no matter how busy our schedules 
were, and it was through these dinners that we kept up with each other.

Evidently, the owner of the restaurant, peg (the restaurant was also named 
after her namesake) found it highly suspicious, but we sort of laid down out 
claims, and she always gave us, after that, a free meal for the every 5th 
meal. The other meals were discounted. It was brilliant. So today was no 
different, the waitress lucy simply looked at us and smiled, and said, 
'usual table?' We nodded and she brought us to the table overlooking the 
small lake in our neighborhood. Peg came out no later.

'So, boys, how was your term?'
'Well, despite the fact that Seth here is ignoring me for the whole week as 
a friend, well, nothing.' James smiled at that, and looked as Peg gave me a 
reproving look.
'No, Peg, james's just being a paranoid bastard. I'm just spending more time 
with a new friend, that's all.'
'Well, I certainly hope so. But no more. Wanna try today's special? It's 
rack of lamb James!'
He licked his lips and immediately affirmed her statement. She then turned 
to me and smiled again:' As for you sonny, I bet you're taking the usual: a 
smoked salmon salad with chai tea and ending with a low-fat tiramisu. 
Right?'
'Right on the spot Peg. Thanks!'

Well, so my diet was weird. So sue me. But anyways, we continued to talk all 
night long, in between bites, all the way down to 8. It was extremely fun, 
and james updated me on the latest gossip and then started to talk about 
Mike.

'So, are you still like hanging out with that dumb jock Mike?'
'Yeah I am, and he ain't dumb ok!' I think it was my very defensive tone of 
voice that made him look up at me and narrow his eyes suspiciously.
'Ok ok... Don't be so defensive man... So what, so he's now your new friend 
eh?'
I took a more controlled stance and affirmed it.
'Fine. Bring him over to my party tomorrow then. At least I can get to know 
him.'
'I gotta ask him I think. But it should be ok. So it's tomorrow at 9 right? 
I've gotta go now.'
'But your parents aren't at home ain't they? They went over to Brussels to 
attend your mother's meeting?'
'Yeah, but still, I need to sleep. I am really tired you know.'
'Are you ok? Do you need like some help or stuff? i could-'
I silenced him with a 'I am ok. Don't worry. Goodnight!' He then shrugged, 
and turned to his left in the forked junction (We were done eating) while I 
turned right.

I got a shock when I came up to my house. Mike was sitting down there at the 
front of my porch, with his bag slung around his shoulders. When I came up, 
he simply bounded up to me, shrugged and greeted me.

'What the hell are ya doing here?'
'Gee, nice greeting eh?'
'Fine. What are ya doing here? Your parents?'
'Well, I called your house today in the afternoon, and found out that your 
parents were gone for the weekend. And you didn't even tell me that. So I 
took it in my own hands, and asked for permission from dad, and he allowed 
me to come over here to stay over with you.'
He said it all in a matter-of-fact manner that simply blew me away. I was 
kinda touched by all this, the notion that he wanted to spend so much time 
with me was nice. and fluffy. And wondrous.

I let him in, and when we were inside, in the confines of my room, he 
started kissing me with such ferocity even I was amazed by his sudden 
increase in passion. I tried returning it with equal intensity, but he 
stopped halfway through, although he was still on top of me, and stuck in 
between us were two very hard, erm, things.

'I missed you.'
'Eh? What, I was gone for only a few hours babe!'
'I know. But missing someone whom you know is doing things near you and not 
because of a really great and important reason justifies it.'
'Yeah yeah... whatever mikey pikey. Just shut up and kiss me.'
'I will. But you know what, I love ya.'

And well, the kissing continued. I am not a writer of great pornography, but 
all I can say was that clothes were strewn all over the floor, and by the 
time he was beginning to dry-grind into me, I was way into the clouds that I 
forgot about reality. But when he started working his hands on my crotch, I 
suddenly opened my eyes and took him back up. With his face inches before 
mine, and breathing really really heavily, he moaned.

'Why did u stop?' and then pouted. I smiled, and laughed, and looked at him 
seriously. 'No, babe. I had to stop. I mean, come on, we've hardly been 
together for a few weeks, and we're already wanting to have sex- that to me 
is not the way I want it to be.' I looked at him for a response, but he 
looked impassive. I continued, 'It's not that I don't love you, but I just 
want to make sure that everything's right, perfect for both of us to finally 
reach the final level.' I looked away from him, afraid that he would 
immediately shun away from me.

'I know, I am just the traditionalist. I'm sorry.'
He took my face in his hands, kissed me fully, and looked at me properly: 
'You shouldn't be sorry. You did the right thing. I'll wait. Hell, I can. If 
I waited a whole year for you, this is nothing. I love you so much.' and 
proceeded instead to lie down instead next to me, and pulled the comforters 
up for us, inviting sleep in. But I came up instead, kissed him briefly. 'Be 
right back.'

I went to gather the strewn clothes, (not that much, only our shirts and his 
socks) and piled it up near my bedside table. Then I went to lock the doors 
and shut off the lights. Checking the message machine next, nothing, i went 
back to the bed, where there was a warm body to look forward to. Mike simply 
hugged me, and went to sleep. I had the most peaceful sleep that night.

We woke up together the next morning at 8. He greeted me with a stinky 
morning kiss, which i greedily took, and saw a soppy smile with that. 'Good 
morning hon.' I just nodded. You see, I have this weird habit that before I 
get my drink of hot water in the morning, I refuse to talk to anyone about 
anything. Weird habit. Yeah. I tried explaining it to him, but he simply 
said, 'I know.' I tried to raise an eyebrow as I went to brush my teeth.

Well, Mike was a great cook, considering that he was cooking for me 
breakfast with ham and eggs and bread. He was familiar with the kitchen, 
though this was his 4th time in my house. I hugged him from the back when he 
was frying the eggs and simply snuggled into the crook of his neck. He 
squirmed and laughed, 'Hey, don't do that! It tickles! Sit down and let me 
concentrate on cooking for you.' I simply held on and smelt in his wonderful 
smell of his sweater. Then I remembered the party.

'Hey babe... Are u free this evening?'
'Why? trying to ask me on a hot date?'
'Sort of. James is holding this party in his house, and he wants to know u 
better.'
While still frying, he said, 'Hmm... I guess I can make it, and I think I 
should, since he seems to be rather cold towards me. And I should check out 
the competition which I originally faced.'
'Oh shut up mikey pikey.' He then laughed and shooed me away to the table.

During breakfast, I didn't feel like a 17 year old boy. I felt much older. 
ANd like this was my family. ANd it was scary. Mike noticed it, and raised a 
concerned eyebrow over it. 'It's nothing... it's just that this is so 
familial or something.' 'I know, but I like doing these things for you.' 
THen reached over and kissed me. Any doubt across my minds were immediately 
erased then.

However, when we were clearing up, he seemed hesitant, as if he wanted to 
ask me something, but afraid that I would reject it. Finally, I just asked 
him to say what he wanted to.

'Mike, babe, just say what you want to say.'
'No, there's nothing I need to say.'
I looked at him and went up to him and closed the gap between us. 'What's up 
Mike?'