Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2006 17:53:58 -0500
From: Ron <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Apple of Her Eye   Chapters 8 and 9

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Apple of Her Eye       Chapter 8

I looked at the clock. It was now 9:15. Mom was late. I was ready to get
out of this hell hole. I was dressed and ready to go. Finally the door
opened and she walked in, followed by Dr. Lassiter.

"Sorry I'm late, Gary." She said apologetically. "I had to stop by
the school and leave them my lesson plans. I'm taking the entire day
off."

"That's alright, Mom. I'm ready to bust out of here. You got the
file?" We laughed, and I saw a smile on Dr. Lassiter's face.

"It's not that bad is it? You're making me feel like I was a bad
host." He said, now frowning.

"No, Doc. No hard feelings, but I'm ready to ride." I said jumping up
from the chair I was sitting in. "Can I drive?" My mother started
laughing. I didn't have my license yet, but I always asked her if I
could drive when we went somewhere. She was hesitant to let me get my
license, so it was my way of trying to constantly remind her I wanted it.

"If you don't stop asking me that, you're going to find yourself
walking, young man." I knew she was kidding, I hope!

Mom went and got the car while I took the traditional ride in the
wheelchair to the entrance. Why do they do that anyways? I was perfectly
capable of walking, but they said I had to go down in the wheelchair. Go
figure.

"You hungry? Want to stop somewhere for breakfast?" She asked after we
had pulled out onto the highway.

"Breakfast sounds good. Mickey D's!" I shouted. I love McDonald's
sausage and egg McMuffin with a hot hash brown- maybe two.

"Yuck! All the nice restaurants around and you want McDonald's? How
about Bob Evans instead?" She asked.

"Nope, Mickey D's." I insisted.

After ordering our breakfast, two sandwiches and two hash browns for me,
a cup of coffee for her, we sat down and began to talk. I wanted to find
out what had happened last night when she took Todd home and talked to
his parents about Josh.

"Well, tell me. How did things go last night? Did you talk to Mr. and
Mrs. Mathews? Did you talk them out of letting Josh talk to Mr. Snow?" I
couldn't wait any longer. I needed to know.

"We talked about it, and I told them what you said. Josh insisted that
he was at fault and we all agreed with him. He still wanted to go talk to
Mr. Snow this morning, but we made a compromise." She said while
studying my reaction.

"What compromise?" I asked with a questioning look.

"That he talks to you personally before he does that. I told him I want
the two of you to talk about what happened. If you both feel that he
needs to talk to Mr. Snow after you've spoken, then he will. You can
meet with him alone, or I and his parents can be there when you talk.
It's your call." She looked at me and gave me time to respond. She knew
it was a big decision and one I couldn't make right away. Soon I came to
my decision.

"I want to talk to him alone." I knew that it would be a very awkward
confrontation. One thing I knew, however, I had to talk Josh out of
admitting his involvement. I was very grateful for my mother and his
parents for being so understanding.

"Thanks, Mom. I love you."

"I know, son. I love you too. I'm still not sure you're doing the
right thing, but I'll respect your decision. Every time I look at your
arm in that cast and the bruises on your body, I still think he should be
in jail." She was being totally honest with me. I could understand her
feelings, but this was something I felt I had to do.

We finished our meal and left the restaurant. I didn't feel like going
home right away, so we went shopping at the mall. It was fun. We walked
and talked casually. It had been a long time since we had spent some
significant time with each other. She was always busy doing school work,
and I was too busy brooding. It felt good to be together for a while. At
one point we even held hands while we walked. Of course all my friends
were in class. I would never have done it on a weekend!

We stopped for a quick lunch at the food court and then headed home. We
arrived home around two o'clock. I was really tired, and my body was
beginning to ache. My ribs were killing me and my arm throbbed. I took
some painkillers and went to my room and laid down for awhile. In no time
I was sound asleep.

I had another dream. This time I was in a field and there was a fence all
around me. I walked around the fence trying to find a way out, but
couldn't find a gate. I began to shout, yelling for someone to help me.
I was beginning to panic. Suddenly I heard a crashing sound coming from
the opposite side of the fence. Someone was trying to break down the
fence and let me out. They kept pounding on the fence and soon I could
see the fence give way. Board after board began to fall away, until there
was a hole large enough for me to escape. When I climbed out through the
wall, Todd was standing there with an axe, grinning at me.

I awoke from the dream with a smile on my face. I got out of bed and went
to the restroom to relieve my bladder. Since it was about an hour until
dinner, I decided to crawl back into bed. I laid there for a few minutes
until there was a tapping on my door.

"I'm awake." I shouted out. "Come in."

My mother opened the door and peeked inside. "You up?" She asked.

"Yeah, just woke up." I said, rubbing my sleepy eyes.

"Good, you have a visitor." She stepped aside and I could see Todd
standing shyly behind her.

"Come on, dear." She said pushing a very shy Todd into the room. "He
won't bite. Even if he does, he's had his rabies shot." She laughed,
leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

"Hi, how's it going?" I said. I was rather surprised that he was even
here, especially after having just dreamt about him a few moments
earlier.

"I came to see how you were." He said, handing me a couple of papers
and two books. "Here. Your mother asked me to pick up your make-up work
from your teachers. This should help you catch up on the work you've
missed."

I still couldn't believe how shy he was. Not once had he looked up as he
said all this. He turned and started to walk out.

"Wait, don't go!" I pleaded. "Please, come sit on the bed with me."

"I really should go, I don't want to be a bother."

"You're not a bother, please stay." It worked. He walked hesitantly
over to the side of the bed and sat down.

"Are you afraid of me?" I questioned. It seemed he was always so
nervous when he was around me. I wondered if it was his nature, or if it
was just me.

"No!" he answered quickly. "I'm not afraid of you."

"Then why won't you look at me?" He was becoming extremely nervous. I
felt he was ready to bolt out the door at any moment.

"Is it true?" He asked.

"Is what true?" I was perplexed. I had no idea what he was talking
about.

"Is it true what they say, are you gay?" He asked nervously.

Wow! I wasn't expecting that. This kid pulls no punches. What was I to
say? I was really beginning to like him. If I tell him the truth, I stand
the chance of losing the first person I've felt close to in some time. I
had already decided that I was no longer going to hide behind a wall
again. So I guess it was time for the truth, I'd just have to suffer the
consequences.

"Yes, I'm gay." I asserted confidently. If he was going to leave, now
would be the time.

"Good, I am too."

For the first time since he entered the room he looked me directly in the
face and gave me a shy smile. And those blue eyes. I was falling into
them again. For some reason I have a habit of falling into blue eyes.
This time, however, I felt it was safe.

"I couldn't look at you because I was afraid to. I was afraid you could
tell I liked you. I wasn't sure. I had to be sure." Not once did our
eyes look away. We were staring intently into each other.

"I like you too." I admitted. "You're really cute." I know my face
was turning red. This was the first time I had ever told another boy I
liked him. It felt good.

He reached over and took my hand in his. "I liked it yesterday when I
was in your room and we were holding hands. I know it didn't mean much
to you, but it meant a lot to me."

"Do you realize my mother saw us?" I giggled.

"Yeah. We talked about it later. You have a really cool mom. She's my
favorite teacher." He was squeezing my hand and rubbing his fingers
gently over my knuckles, just like he did the day before.

"You talked to my mom about us?" I couldn't believe this kid. He was
shy as hell, but could open up and talk to my mom about something this
personal.

"She knows I'm gay. I told her several months ago when some kids were
giving me a hard time in class. She helped me deal with myself. She's
great."

"Yeah, she is." Was all I could say. Then I began to wonder about her
comments last night. She had tried to set us up. How cool is that- having
your mother as a matchmaker- with another boy! A really cute boy, too.

"Does your mom and dad know?" I asked.

"No, not yet," he replied. "But I plan to tell them soon. Josh already
knows."

"Josh knows you're gay?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Why
had he acted so homophobic towards me if he had a gay brother?

"Yeah, I told him last year. Well, didn't actually tell him. He walked
into my room and saw something I was looking at on the internet, if you
know what I mean." His face turned the cutest shade of red.

"Then why did he beat the shit out of me if he has a gay brother?" I
was becoming very upset. I was also beginning to question if I had made a
right decision in not telling on him.

"That's just it. That's why he feels so bad. He was just going along
with his friends, trying to act cool. Then when you jumped him, he just
reacted instinctively. After it was over, and he saw you on the floor, he
saw me. He thought what he did to you, could have happened to me." Tears
were beginning to run down his cheek. I reached up and wiped them off
with my thumb.

"I know you won't believe me, but my brother cried so hard that night.
He held me tight and said it could have been me. He really feels guilty
about what he did. That's why he went to Mom and Dad and told them about
it. He wants to make it up to you."

Now it was my turn to cry. I don't know why but I did. Todd scooted over
on the bed and wrapped his arms around me and we both gently cried into
each others shoulders.

After a couple of minutes we regained our composure and looked up into
one another's eyes. A shy smile began to creep across his beautiful
face.

"May I kiss you?" He quietly asked me. I shyly nodded and we leaned
into one another. For the first time in my life, I kissed another boy.

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 Apple of Her Eye Chapter 9

Heaven does exist here on earth. I've found it with Todd. We kissed for
hours. Well, actually about ten minutes, but it seemed like hours.

"What's this?" He grinned, reaching over and pinching my hard cock
through my jeans.

"The same thing as this." I giggled, pinching him back. What a
difference a week makes. The last time I sat on a bed with a guy my life
turned upside down. Now it felt like it was finally turning around.
Things were definitely getting better.

"I gotta go. I'm going to be late for dinner." He frowned. I didn't
want him to leave, and I could tell he didn't want to either.

"Alright, kiddo." I squeezed his cock one last time. He returned the
favor. Then we leaned back in for another gentle kiss.

"Will I see you tomorrow at school?" I asked.

"You're going back to school so soon?" He asked with a worried look on
his face.

"Yeah, I have to go back someday. Might as well be tomorrow." I
replied.

"Sure. I'll meet you at your locker before first period, ok?" I gave
him a quizzical look.

"How do you know where my locker is?" I was very curious.

"I've been noticing you the past couple of years. You just didn't see
me." He started blushing that crimson red again.

"I guess I was blind then." I smiled and grabbed his hand pulling him
up from the bed. "One thing is for sure, I'm not blind now." I pulled
him into another quick kiss. We left the room, holding hands while we
walked down stairs into the kitchen.

Mom was there and looked over at us and saw us drop our hands. She began
to smile.

"You want to stay for dinner?" She asked Todd.

"No, Mrs. Carson. My parents are expecting me home soon." He replied.
He was grabbing his thin jacket and putting it on.

"Let me drive you home then." My mother told him as she grabbed a
sweater out of the closet and retrieved her purse from the counter.

"That won't be necessary, I can walk." He told her.

"Nonsense. I can't have my favorite student catching a cold. It's cool
out tonight and you only have on a thin jacket." There she goes getting
into her `Mom Mode.' Poor guy.

"Gary, you stay here and take your shower. I'll be right back and
finish dinner. We also need to have a talk." She looked me directly in
the eyes and raise her eyebrow. She then put here arm around Todd's
shoulder and lead him out the door.

Oh No! Not `The Talk' I hoped. She knew I liked Todd, and she's seen
us holding hands twice. She's not naïve. God, I hope she didn't want to
talk about S-E-X with me. I don't think I could bear it. Not with my
mother!

I went into my bedroom and removed my clothes. I looked at myself in the
mirror. Most of the bruises were now turning a faint yellow. They didn't
look too bad. Fortunately, I hadn't been hit in the face, so there
weren't any visible marks there, except for a small scratch when I hit
the cafeteria floor.  I had taken a couple of kicks to the back of my
head, which had caused me to pass out, but they weren't noticeable. The
only sign that something had happened to me was the cast on my right arm.

I walked naked down the hall to the bathroom. I turned on the water to
the shower, and when it was hot enough I stepped in. The water felt good
running down my back. I turned around and let it hit my chest. Soon it
was hitting my dick. That got a reaction! I hadn't taken care of
business for the past week, and my make out session with Todd hadn't
helped either. I was a horny sixteen year old boy with rampant hormones,
remember! My dick was rock hard!

I began to stroke it with my left hand. I usually jacked off with my
right hand, but since it had a cast on it, I couldn't do it like I
normally do.

Boy, this was difficult. I couldn't get the right rhythm going. I was so
horny I had to do something. I grabbed the soap and lathered myself good.
Then I closed my eyes and thought of Todd. I imagined that he was here
with me, and that it was him stroking my cock. It was his hand wrapped
around me, and I was stroking him back. Then he began to rub on my chest
and I could sense that he had dropped to his knees. I imagined he had let
go of my dick and engulfed my hardness into his mouth.

Oh, yes! This was working! I could feel my balls tighten and I knew it
wouldn't be long. Yeah, Todd was sucking my dick, taking all my six
inches down his throat. Suddenly, the cum shot out and splashed onto the
wall of the tub. It was flying everywhere while I continued to stroke. I
must have shot four or five good loads. Damn, it felt good.

I stood there letting the water wash away the cum while I tried to regain
my breath. I can't believe I just imagined having sex with Todd. We
hadn't even discussed this yet. I knew we were both not ready for
anything serious, but it sure didn't hurt to think about it!

After showering, I tiptoed naked back to my room. I could hear my mother
in the kitchen preparing supper. I put on some sweats and went down
stairs to join her.

"Have a seat, dinner is almost ready." She pointed to my chair and I
sat down.

She made two plates, put them on the table, then sat down across from me.
We ate in silence for several minutes.

"You and Todd seem to be getting along pretty well. Do you like him?"
She asked, breaking the silence.

Oh, no! No, Mom! Not here! Not now! I'm not ready for this. `The Talk'
was coming. I knew it.

"You know if you and Todd become serious, you have to be careful." She
stated firmly.

"Mom, I can't have this conversation with you." I shouted.

"Nonsense, why not? If you can't talk to me who can you talk to?" She
asked.

"I can talk to Mr. Henderson." I responded. Mr. Henderson was the
guidance counselor at school, and a very good friend of my mother's.

"Oh, Pooh!" she said. "Mr. Henderson is so old, he probably doesn't
even remember what his dick is for anymore. He thinks you only use it to
pee."

I was taking a drink of milk as she said this, and instantly spit it out
across the table. I took the napkin and wiped my very embarrassed face
with it.

"Mom, I can't believe you said that." I was laughing hysterically and
tears were rolling down my cheeks. I looked over at my mother and she had
the widest smile on her face.

"Good. Now we've broken down the barriers. Let's talk." The laughter
left her face and she got very serious.

"Honey. I've been around young people all my life. I've seen first
hand what teenage sex can do to kids who experience too much-too soon,
when they aren't mentally prepared for it.

"I've seen kids fall in love one day, and then fall out the next. I've
watched young girls give their bodies willingly to some boy they thought
they loved, only to have him drop her afterwards and then brag about it
to his friends. To him it was just another notch on his belt.

"I've watched fifteen year old girls get pregnant and then have to
raise the baby alone. The father would just leave her, and many times her
family would refuse to help.

"I can't tell you how many times I've comforted a girl who had just
had an abortion and couldn't live with the guilt."

I sat there and listened to her intently. She knew what she was talking
about and she loved me enough to tell me all this. `The Talk' was
becoming a learning experience.

"There are diseases that can come with sex, especially unprotected sex.
Besides pregnancy, which I guess we don't have to worry about." She
grinned and I turned a beautiful shade of red. "There's syphilis,
gonorrhea, and herpes. Since you're gay, you have to be aware of AIDS
and HIV."

She reached down and picked up a book off the floor. "Here, I want you
to read this."

I took it and read the title. It was a book about gay teenagers and the
risk of HIV.

She then reached down and handed me a small bag. I opened it up and
inside was a box of condoms and some lube.

"Mom!" I screamed. "I can't believe you bought this!" Where did she
buy this stuff? Everyone in town knew my mother and she couldn't just
walk into a drugstore and buy this without raising eyebrows. I had been
red earlier, but now my face was scarlet!

"I know you probably don't need these now," she threw me a questioning
look. I adamantly shook my head `no.' "I'd rather we be open with
each other, than to have to prepare a funeral for you someday. I love you
too much to pretend that these things don`t exist or they won`t happen
to us." Tears were beginning to form in her eyes.

"You're a smart boy. You've always made good decisions in the past and
I'm going to trust that you continue to make good decisions."

"I love you, Mom!" I got up and walk around the table. She held out her
arms and I sat down in her lap. We threw our arms each other and
embraced.

"Now get your fat ass off me! What have I been feeding you?" She pushed
me off her lap and onto the floor. We both burst into a round of
laughter. What I had dreaded earlier, had actually turned out to be a
good experience.

"Now go upstairs and do your homework. You have school tomorrow." She
said, getting up from the table. She reached over and grabbed the condoms
and lube and tossed them to me.

"I don't ever want to know if you use these!" We both burst out
laughing again.

"Wish I'd had them this afternoon." I kidded her. Her face suddenly
paled.

"Just kidding!" I laughed. "You should have seen your face!"

I grabbed the book and turned my back to walk out, when suddenly a red
slipper hit my back. I turned around and she was removing her other one.
I quickly fled the room, laughing all the way up the stairs.

I sat at my desk and did the homework that Todd had brought me. It
wasn't much. Most of my teachers were pretty cool. I was an honor
student and had a high GPA. Most of them knew I could easily catch up
when I returned.

After finishing up I started to read the book Mom had given me earlier. I
was astonished by what I read. I'd never given STD's much thought, but
since I had a boyfriend- I hope- it was something to consider.

It amazed me the statistics I read about teenagers and HIV. The book said
that one-fourth of all new infections in the US involved people 21 and
younger! Most HIV-infected youths didn't even know they were infected
because they were never tested. It went on to say that most people
diagnosed in their 20's and even 30's had probably been infected in
their teens. This was some really heavy shit. I'm glad my mother cared
enough about me to give me the book. I probably would never had found
this information on my own, or would never have given it much thought.

I finished reading and snuggled into my bed. This had been a very
interesting day. I had kissed my first boy whom I hoped would be my
boyfriend.. I still didn't know if we could officially call ourselves a
couple. We hadn't gotten that far. I was enjoying his kisses so much it
just didn't seem important then.

Before I drifted off to sleep, I thought about school tomorrow. It had
been almost a week since I was last there. The rumors must have been
flying. I guess the worst thought was that of having to face Shaun again.

This was the first time I had really thought about him over the past few
days. Todd had been a pleasant distraction. However, in reality I still
had to deal with Shaun, my former best friend.

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