Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2004 00:52:13 +0000
From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com>
Subject: Always and Forever, Ch.2

Always and Forever is a romantic story centering around the lives of high
school kids.  Lovers of other ages are also involved, but not in a
cross-generational sense.  If male on male sex offends you, or if this
material is illegal for you because of your age or the area in which you
live, please leave at once.

If references to religion and God offend you, you should probably read
something else.  This story is about love, not just sex.  Sexual fulfillment
sometimes takes a while.  In real life, people who want lasting
relationships don't just meet and fall in bed with each other.  Sure, it
happens when people are under the influence or just plain horny.  However,
with young people, there is always some fear and trepidation.  In this
chapter, our main characters begin to grow together and realize how much
they have in common.

This story is completely fictional and none of these characters exist in
real life.  However, some of them have personalities like people I know.

This is my first attempt at writing fiction.  Please be gentle in your
comments.  Flames will be ignored.

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ATTEMPT.  I FEEL LIKE A VIRGIN!   RANDY, YOU WILL REMAIN IN MY MIND AS MY
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Always and Forever
By David Lee


Chapter 2
Boning up for the SATs.

Friday took forever that week. By Thursday, Alan was sure that it would
never arrive.  But that night, his mom took them out to a little restaurant.
  They hadn't really eaten out much, ever.  Alan got to drive.  He was
actually pretty good at it and enjoyed being behind the wheel.  What
adolescent guy doesn't?  He wished someone from school could see him.  After
the meal, it was on to Penney's to exchange the shoes for a larger size.
Susan mused that Alan had big feet, just like his dad.  She wondered again
why she was thinking about Al Naughton so much lately.  Then it dawned on
her that her son was almost the age his father had been when they had had
their short-lived romance.  But for the years that separated them, the son
could have almost been his father's twin.

Friday finally did arrive.  It started rainy and cold - a typical April day
in the Midwest.  No one wanted to get up, but life goes on despite ugly
weather.  Once at school, most of the students woke up enough to function,
and the teachers thanked God that the dull day at least kept spring fever
from running rampant.

This Friday started with a special homeroom to register for next year's
classes.  Homerooms were sub-divided alphabetically.  That meant that
students from Dave Jackson through Amy Kearns were together. Among those was
Tom Katz.  Fortunately, that was about the only time Brad saw him on any
given day.  Alan wasn't quite so lucky.  He had a drawing class with Tom.
Shortly after the first bell, Mrs. Simmons, one of the counselors came in to
explain the course options for their senior year.  Brad could opt out of gym
since he would play sports all year.  Alan got exempted for track in the
spring.  Both guys were in several AP classes together along with Dave, Amy,
and Jeri Janson.

Watching the others happily chattering away as they darkened the ovals on
the scan sheets, Tom glowered.  No one talked to him.  Well, he didn't need
anyone.  Someday soon, his dreams would come true.  He only needed to get
the old man's gun cabinet key.   He'd just wait until some night when the
old man was drunk.  Since that was pretty frequent these days, the wait
shouldn't be long.  The old man would be the first to buy the farm.  That
thought brought a smirk to the sullen face.

For Brad and Alan, Friday crept along like the week had.  By the time lunch
period came, it had been at least a month since homeroom.  Several of the
homeroom kids ate together most days.  Jeri, Dave, and Amy were there along
with Jim, Alan, and Brad.

Lunch today consisted of mystery meat, fries, and coleslaw.  The alternative
was a hamburger and fries.  Brad chose the latter since he hated the
armadillo nuts, as most of the boys called the entrée.  In his haste that
morning, he had left the lunch Fran had packed for him on the counter at
home.  Alan had packed a lunch from home as usual.  Finances were better,
but the money wasn't that free.  The boys were excitedly discussing their
weekend plans when Courtney Forbes came and pushed her tray between them.

"Hey Brad, have you ordered the tux yet?"  Courtney was turning the
conversation to her favorite subject at the moment - prom activities.

"Yeah, don't worry."  "I haven't forgotten that I'm your escort."

How could he forget, considering all the money it was costing him?  He knew
he should be flattered to be asked to the senior prom by one of the most
popular girls in the class.  Hardly anyone but seniors would be there.  He
should be thrilled, but he felt that he was just doing what their families
expected.  Somehow, his heart wasn't in it.  He would rather go boating or
camping or anything - maybe with Alan.  What was going on in his head?

Prom was the social event of the year in this small city.  There were
all-night parties.  Some kids even rented hotel rooms and smuggled in
coolers of beer and booze.  Many of the town's adults turned a blind eye to
such activities as long as kids weren't out driving.  But none of this
appealed to Brad.  All this was going through Brad's head while Courtney
babbled on about her dress, the limo that her parents were renting, and the
fact that they could party all night at her cousin's house.  That last fact
jolted Brad from his musing and made him feel even worse.   Shit! he
thought, I won't away from her all night.

Art was the next to last period of the day.  Mr. Hanson had set up a still
life to be worked on in pastels for several days.  Alan looked over to where
Tom was working.  Tom seemed to be applying himself.  But then, most people
did if they wanted to remain in the class.  Don Hanson was strict about the
"no talking" rule.   Don kept some soft Baroque music going on the CD player
to quiet students' minds and to minimize the distractions from outside of
the room.  Walking quietly around the room, Mr. Hanson didn't intrude, but
always seemed to be there when needed.  He loved his subject and he loved
his students.  This was his life in the years since his lover had left him.
No one here knew about his former life.  In this sleepy city, he felt it was
best to keep it that way.

Tom's work that day was very expressive.  The color was fresh and vibrant.
He seemed to know instinctively what tones and hues went best together.  Mr.
Hanson tapped Tom on the shoulder and asked him to step into the hall.
Realizing that Hanson sent offenders into the hall, Tom began to stew,
wondering what was coming.

Out in the hall, Don Hanson put his hand on Tom's shoulder in a caring way.

"Don't touch me!" Tom hissed through clenched teeth.

Tom wasn't used to a kind touch.  Touching meant hurt.

"Okay, Okay.  Sorry, no offense intended," said Hanson soothingly.  "I just
wanted you to know that I have been watching you work and lately you have
improved immensely.  You have a lot of ability - maybe even talent.   Your
color sense is awesome.  If we could get a portfolio of your work together,
you might apply to an art school next year."

"I can't go to art school.  My old man would never part with the money for
some fairy thing like that.  He'd be afraid they'd turn me queer."

"Well, there are scholarships.  And, there are plenty of artists who aren't
"fairies" as you put it. Yes, some are gay.  But there are gay pro football
players and gay truck drivers, etc. You can't be turned into something that
you are not.  Anyway, I firmly believe you could have an art career.  Give
it some thought over the summer.  Stop by my house if you want, and we can
do some work before you senior year."

Mr. Hanson always seemed to feel a kind of caring for the ones who were the
least loveable.

The voice in Tom's head was saying: "Where the Hell is he coming from? "No
one likes me!  What is he doing fucking with my mind?  Could I really do
that?  Nah!  He really is a good guy.  I guess I won't take him out with the
rest."   Could I possibly...?

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The day finally did end.  Alan hurried home and packed his toiletries into
the new case his mom had just brought home.

"Wow, Mom, you are spending the rent money on me this month."

"Don't worry, son."  "I haven't bankrupted us yet.  You deserve a few nice
things.  And I don't want you to be ashamed when you stay with Brad's
family."

A few minutes later, Alan drove them to the address Brad had given them.
Both he and his mother were overwhelmed by the gracious two-story house with
triple garage and spacious, well landscaped yard.  Susan was, once again,
glad that she had purchased the new things for Alan.  She thought about the
new underwear.  Her mother had always worried about the family having decent
underwear in case they were in an accident or something.  Having someone
else know about one's sub-standard underwear would have been very
embarrassing to Susan's mother.

One's status in society was important - much more so than a young girl's
feelings as she remembered.  Susan wondered if her mother was alive and if
she ever thought about Susan and the "bastard" grandchild she refused to
acknowledge.  Lots of old memories were surfacing this week.

Seeing the car in his drive, Brad bounded out to meet them.  He insisted
that Susan come in to meet his parents.  Susan felt almost unworthy of
entering this upscale home; however, her apprehension was quickly dispelled
by Fran's gracious manner.  Within a few minutes, Susan felt like she was
chatting with old friends.  There was no doubt where Brad got his ability to
make people feel welcome.  The boys watched and smiled at how well the
`rents were getting along.  As for Brad, if he noticed that Alan's clothing
was better than usual, he didn't mention it.  That was way cool in Alan's
mind.  It was like this was how things always were.

That evening, the boys hit the study guides hard.  Both felt that they had
made progress. They had the kind of tired, but good, feeling that comes from
accomplishment - the stuff that true self-esteem is made of.  About 9:30,
they were summoned to the kitchen for cookies and milk.  Garret and Lindsay
were there as well, each vying for Alan's attention.  Anyone could tell that
Lindsay thought Alan was one fine specimen of maleness.  Her actions
embarrassed her older brother.  Alan took it all in stride.  While not being
used to so much attention, he found that it wasn't that bad.

When bed time rolled around, Brad said that Alan could share his queen sized
bed or sleep in the guest room down the hall.  Alan opted to stay with Brad,
much to Brad's relief.  Alan hadn't thought about pajamas and was suddenly
nervous that he might be committing a social error.   Thankfully, Brad just
stripped down to underwear and climbed into bed.  Alan followed suit,
carefully clinging to his own side of the bed.  It was great being in bed
with Brad, but scary too.  Alan wanted to cuddle up against his friend and
run his hands over the warm young body beside him.  At the thought, there
was a stirring in Alan's loins that caused his young cock to harden.  Yeah,
this was scary, but nice.

Sometime during the night as the house cooled down, the boys ended up
cuddled together in the middle of the bed.  Each had pleasant dreams and
rested well.  When the morning sun streaked through the east window, it fell
on two handsome youths with tousled hair and very obvious hardons.  Neither
Brad's briefs nor Alan's boxer briefs left much to the imagination.  Neither
boy had any reason to be ashamed about how they measured up.

Brad's giggling about morning "wood" staved off any embarrassment that might
have occurred.   Alan was thankful that Brad could be so casual about it.
Alan reasoned that having a brother only a couple of years younger must make
Brad less self-conscious.

Showered, groomed, and fed, the two guys went back to studying.  Alan was
amazed as how Brad could clarify some of the math formulas that had eluded
him for a long time.  He was equally gratified that he could explain some of
the grammar rules in ways that Brad seemed to understand.  They were like
two parts to a puzzle.  At one point, Brad remarked:

"If you could put us together into one person, you'd have one very smart
kid!"

Alan had to agree that they complemented each other.  Yet in other ways they
were very much alike.  Both had hair that was on the dark side of blond, but
that would bleach in the summer sun.  While Alan was slightly taller and
thinner than Brad, they could wear the same baggy style clothes for the most
part.  More fitted ones would present a problem perhaps.  Alan had hazel
eyes that turned brown, khaki, or green depending on the colors he was
wearing.  Brad had icy blue ones that none-the-less looked warm and
inviting.  Alan could get lost in them if he let himself.  Damn!  He'd have
to watch that if he didn't want to screw up this friendship.

Saturday night, both guys were restless after their arduous day.

"Alan, are you still awake?"  Brad whispered.

"Yeah"

"Me too.  Brad stated the obvious.  Lie on your stomach and let me give you
a back rub."

He said this as he retrieved a beach towel from the closet.  Alan complied
and soon Brad was straddling Alan's legs and giving him a good massage using
some baby oil he kept in the nightstand drawer for other purposes.  When the
cool oil hit his back, Alan stiffened at first, but then began to relax
under Brad's ministrations.

"Wow, where did you learn to do that?"  Alan asked in a lazy tone.

"I got a full body massage when we were on a cruise ship.  They had some
scented oil and it was so relaxing that I fell asleep."

"I think I could do just that.  My body feels like Jell-O."  Alan found all
this relaxing, but also stimulating.  His unruly boy part was beginning to
sprout as usual.  And, unless he was completely mistaken, Brad was having
the same reaction.  Hmm, could Brad be feeling what he was?

"Okay, Jell-O boy, it's you turn to do me."

Alan got the oil and tried to do what Brad had done to him.  As he reached
the top of Brad's shoulders, he knew that Brad must be aware of his aroused
state.  But nothing was said and as Alan worked his way down Brad's muscular
back, he could rock back so that his "rocks" were not against Brad's butt.
Finally, he worked on Brad's thighs and legs.  This was great.  Alan
couldn't decide if he like giving or receiving the best.  Brad was kind of
moaning in a quiet way.  Alan was happy to be able to give pleasure to his
friend.  All at once, Brad turned over.

"Do my arms and chest, please."

"No problem."  Alan had said.

But there was a problem.  This position placed his growing erection at
Brad's crotch.  Alan did his best to keep high above his buddy.  When Alan
got to massaging near Brad's nipples, Brad began to moan in earnest.

"Oh Alan, that feels so good," he panted.

Alan didn't know what to do.  He was feeling more turned on by the minute.
Hearing Brad's expressions of pleasure made his cock grow even harder.  If
this kept up, he was going to cream his underwear.  Just when he started to
panic, Brad reached his arms around Alan's neck and pulled him down upon
himself.  Then placing his hands on Alan's butt, he began to move Alan's
body back and forth over his own.  After a few moments of this, both boys
exploded in mind-shattering, star-flashing bliss.  Neither had ever
experienced anything so wonderful.  The earth had moved because of them.

When the high of the moment began to recede, Alan felt weighed down by an
overwhelming sense of guilt and fear.

"I'm sorry, Brad, please don't hate me," whispered Alan on the verge of
tears.

"Hate you?  How could I hate you?  I'm the one who started this.  I wanted
it.  I wanted you.  I want you like I've never wanted anyone before.  With
that, Brad gently kissed Alan on the lips.  Alan's feelings of hope began to
rise again.  Evidently, Brad was feeling what he was feeling.  If so, this
could be the best day of his life.  Brad had said he wanted him.

Both boys got up and shed their sticky underwear.  Brad locked the door.

"Okay, Alan, now we can sleep naked like I usually do."

"Me too."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

With that they cuddled together as both had dreamed of doing and fell into a
deep, peaceful sleep.  But how would they feel about this in the morning?