Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2000 00:23:38 CDT
From: Britneyboi 15 <britneyboi15@hotmail.com>
Subject: Blake's Love

Hey everyone, this is my first attempt at writing and submitting a story for
Nifty. It's all my original work, as well as a work of fiction. I apologize
for any resemblance to real life People. Please E-mail me with your critical
thoughts at BritneyBoi15@hotmail.com, and visit my Website
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'into' reading stories about consensual same sex relationships. Hope you
enjoy, and once again, Email me about anything you have questions or
opinions about.

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Blake's Love
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"Yuck, Chris, that's cologne, not mouth wash you boob." I said As I walked
into Chris' room.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah no time for brushing my teeth, you know we got 15 minutes
to get to work," he replied.

"Whatever," I said, "lets go dumbass."

Chris and I have been friends ever since he moved here, to Wellingger Creek,
back in the 2nd grade. Of course we're now 16, ending sophomore year at
Wellingger High. We are starting our first day of work at Shultz Hardware as
stock boys. We agreed last year to get a job at the same place, or not get
one at all. I think we both wish we never found a job, to be honest, but it
had to happen sooner or later.

"Blake, do you enjoy listening to Britney everywhere we go, or just like to
get on my nerves, cuz you know Christina's better." That's Chris for ya,
always trying to piss me off. Bad thing is, he normally succeeds. "OK, how
many times do I have to tell you that Britney is better, she's got the
better looks and the better voice."

"Whatever Blake, Christina can get way the hell higher than Britney." We've
had this same conversation about 200 times in the past, he obviously likes
Christina, and I obviously like Britney. It'll be our passion to talk one
into liking the other until neither girl's worth liking anymore.

"Whoever said that screaming into a mic was singing?" I said giving Chris a
quirky grin. "You know something, I hate that look, like you won the
argument, you know damn well it'll never end." "Well, it may never end, but
I know that I'm about to stop it for now," I said.

Chris and I have birthday's 2 weeks apart, mine being April 10th, and his
being the 25th. We had both gone the same day in May to get our drivers
license after we turned 16. Being the first day of summer vacation, I didn't
get much sleep. "So, Blake are you ready to be a stock boy, or do you wanna
sit here in your car the rest of the day?"

"Whatever, lets go, before we're late." Whatever, a word I use too much, but
I think it suites me well, it's my favorite word. Whenever I really don't
have a good comeback, 'Whatever' has been my savior. I think that I'll use
that word to save my ass until I can't speak anymore. Blake Alexander
Yestler, 5'7", 135 pounds, hazel eyes, dark blonde hair, left ear pierced,
nice tan. Sounds like me. Yeah, that's me alright, not the greatest looking
guy, but I get by. I've been referred to way too much as the "boy next
door." It's actually impossible, to be honest, I live at the end of my
block, and between my next door neighbor, is a mighty large grouping of
trees. I know, I'm retarded. Yes, I might as well tell you now, Wellingger
Creek, located in Maine, is the "U" in upper-class. My dad invested in
stocks like Hewlett Packard, IBM, Microsoft, AMD, and all the other well own
Computer names. The difference between his stock and everyone else's? Well,
he's had his since the late 70's, so he's gotten mighty rich off of them. My
Mother's family has always been rich. She has lived in Wellingger her entire
life. But my now widowed Grandma moved to Florida 2 years ago, since she
retired.

Christopher Daniel Messerre: Chris's family didn't make out so well. It took
his Father's death, and a multi-million dollar settlement to get him and his
Mother, where they are today. When he first moved here, he didn't know the
difference between a Rolls-Royce and a John-Deere. Hehe, now that I look
back on it, I've taught him just about everything he knows about being
"rich." Chris is 1/2 Hispanic, and 1/2 White. The Hispanic from his dad and
White from his mother. He's 5'9", 140 pounds, black hair, thin mustache, and
deep brown eyes. Would I be writing this story if I didn't think he was
cute? C'mon now. He is dead sexy. I mean, I could lust after Chris for days
on end and still not lose the wood I was sporting.

"OK guys, fill all the empty racks in aisle 10 with these new car wash
products." Mr. Shultz said when we finally got to work. I really didn't want
to work, I really didn't need to work. I could have never worked in my life
and lived off my Mom and Dad. But, I'm not a little sweater wearin, tennis
playin, Mercedes drivin prep like most rich kids. Chris never has wanted to
be either. Case in point: I have to pay for my new car, which I got two
weeks ago. My dad cosigned the loan, so I could get it, but if I can't keep
up the payments, my dad said he'd give the car to Rosa, our maid, who comes
to the house everyother weekend. By the way, I got a loaded 2000 Chevy
Impala LS. Kickass car.

"I am not supposed to be up this early Chris, it's against my religion," I
exaggerated.

"Would you shut up and hand me a new box." Chris said as I bent and reached
for a new box of Turtle Wax. It's hard to beleive that Chris and my
relationship blossomed because of a can of turtle wax. "You know, I've been
doing almost this entire shelf, I think it's time for you to take over now
Blake."

"OK, you hand the boxes, I'll stock the shelves." Me being the clumsy fool
that I am started to switch spots with Chris, and knocked over a ton of
turtle wax cans. I started to reach down for one, Chris went for the same
one. Our hands, to me, were going in like slow motion, millimeter by
millimeter reaching for the can of Turtle Wax. I couldn't help but lay my
hand on top of his as he grabbed it. I dunno, maybe I kept my hand on his a
little longer than I anticipated, but I didn't notice.

"Do you think I could have my hand back, so we can finish?" I swear, I
jumped back two feet, and just stood there, looking at him. Scared to hell
that he might suspect I was trying to make a pass at him. "I- I- I'm gonna
puke."

I ran to the bathroom as fast as I could, just in time to hurl into the
toilet. After I finished, I just laid next to the toilet for about 10
minutes before I heard the door open and then close. I could see Chris'
shoes under the stall, he came to my stall and knocked on the door. "Hey
Blake, you OK dude?"

"Chris, I'm sorry, I just got really nauseated." It's alright dude, I get
that feeling around some people too," he said. I wondered what he ment by
'some people.' I asked, "People like who?"

"People I like," he said. "Chris, I'm not gay."

Of course, I was lying at this point, Chris was the best friend I ever had.
If I lost him because he found out I was gay, I dunno what I'd do. "Blake,
I'm not saying you're gay, I'm just sayin that you care about me, and you
got nervous. It's OK to show you care about me like that, I'm OK with it.
You touching my hand like that made me feel really good inside." He said,
now looking at me under the stall. I was crying by now, sobbing away,
knowing that everything he said was true. Even to deeper extents than he
ever imagined.

"You guys ditching your first day of work," Mr. Shultz said, knocking on the
bathroom door.
"Sorry Mr. Shultz, We'll be out in just a minute, we'll skip our break to
make it up."

"Don't worry about it Chris, just get back out here"

"Thanks," we both said in unison.

"We'll talk about this later, OK dude?" Chris said smiling at me. "OK, no
prob."

We went back out, and finished stocking the Car wash stuff, and Mr. Shultz
had a few more odd jobs for us to do. Towards the end of the day, he asked
if we would like to have a raise. Making an extra $1.25 an hour, we
obviously didn't hesitate to say no, would anyone, really? So, at the end of
our work day, we both jumped into my car, and drove off to get some
McDonald's. "Hey Blake, about earlier, what exactly was going through your
mind?"

"I dunno," I said, trying hard not to have to talk about it again.

"Well, I know what I was thinking," Chris said shyly looking at me in a way
he never has before. Not a devious look, but rather a 'I dunno if I should
tell you' look. I asked, "What's that?"

"Well, first off don't take this the wrong way, OK?" he asked.

"Chris, even if I did take it the wrong way, we are best friends, it
wouldn't change anything." I said. He continued "Well, I've been really
thinking a lot about me lately, about me and what I think I need in life. I
kinda thought long and hard about it last night, mainly because I finally
didn't have school to worry, and my mind was open. And, well, You were in my
thoughts a lot. You really didn't keep your hand on mine any longer than
anyone normally would earlier. I just wanted to think you did, and I thought
that by sayin you left it there, it would let you know that. It didn't, and
I never thought you would have to puke over it, I'm sorry."

"What exactly are you saying Chris?" I asked.

"I'm saying that you can leave your hand on mine anytime you want." he
replied. I never knew that Chris had ANY feelings like that for anyone, let
alone me. Was he saying that he was gay, or at least was attracted to me? Or
just that he wanted me to feel better. Maybe he knew about me, and didn't
want to make me feel uncomfortable. Whatever it was, it made me even more
nervous than I was before.

"So, Chris, why did you want me to think I kept my hand there longer, just
to mess with me, or what?" I asked.

"Blake, I did it because I want to hold your hand, I want to be able to rub
it, and caress it, and eventually....well, never mind." I knew what Chris
was talking about now. He had feelings for me, and I didn't know how I was
gonna go about telling him I had the same feelings. Everything I've wanted
since I hit puberty was coming true, and I was so afraid I was gonna mess it
up.

"Oh my god Chris, are you telling me that you have feelings for me?"

"It's not the first time I've tried to tell you Blake, but I made it clear
that I like you this time."

"I never knew any of this at all," I said. It was now getting dark, and we
were just sitting in my car, near McDonald's, thinking. I had tears running
down my cheek, and I had my forehead up to the Air conditioner, cooling
myself down. I felt like I was going to pass out. All this stuff happening
in one day was a lot for me. My life is normally bland, and regular. Finally
Chris spoke up, "Blake, I know you're not gay, but I would rather you know
how I feel, than to have all this hung up inside me, slowly breaking me
down, like it was."

I didn't know what to do, but I wasn't about to lose Chris before I even had
him. I reached over and interlocked my hand with his. I looked him as hard
as I could in the eyes. "Christopher, I have wanted nothing more for you to
say what you have just said for the past 3 years. I feel everything you
feel, and I want to be with you."

At this point I think we were both crying so hard that we couldn't even see
the others reaction.

"I suddenly don't have an appetite anymore," Chris said. I agreed, and
started out of the parking lot to take Chris home. I told him I would call
him in the morning. I said backing out of the driveway to his large home, "I
think we both need sometime to think."

He waved goodbye, and I was off to my house. I was so nervous it took three
times before I entered the security number in right. I'm surprised the
police weren't dispatched. I ran upstairs to my bedroom and flopped on the
bed. I just lay there thinking about everything that had happened just hours
earlier. I rubbed my stomach thinking about Chris, just about being able to
rub my fingers through his hair, and caress his chest as I was my own now. I
slowly slid my hand down my stomach, stopping to rub the trail that led into
the place only I had touched. The place that may be touched by the one guy
I've always wanted, if Chris really felt the way he said he does.

I ran my fingers through the coarse hair above my dick, and brought my other
hand up to my left nipple, and gently squeezed it. I couldn't contain myself
anymore, I placed my left hand over my cock and stroked it vigorously. All
the images of Chris I had saved in my mind over the years were all there,
staring back at me now, showing the same feelings I have. I thought about
Chris doing the same thing at his house, now knowing that I felt for him. I
was now pushing my pelvis up into my fist, trying to go down harder on my
cock, to release all the strains this day had brought. I finally felt the
most incredible feelings brewing inside. The feelings that make people do
crazy things, the feeling that makes everyone who has felt it want more of
it. This feeling was different than any other I had ever had. My orgasm
lasted 30 seconds longer than usual and was twice as intense.

"Now, I suppose, I know what love really feels like," I thought to myself. I
came all over my stomach, some even hitting the hand that was now roughly
squeezing my nipple. I couldn't believe how powerful that experience I just
had was. It was the most intense thing I have ever encountered. What I felt
for Chris could be more than just physical admiration. I would, with all
willing, be able to hold him, and kiss him. Be able to give myself to him,
and all the things I could do for him, he could go for me. The mere thought
of this made me quiver, all of what I dreamed, what I only wished could
exist was coming true. I was really tired, and after masturbating, if I
didn't really concentrate, I'd fall asleep before I got cleaned up. So, I
got up and took a quick shower and got in the bed.

I started wondering how long Chris had felt this way about me, was it as
long as I've cared for him? After finally realizing that all this was a
reality, and that I wasn't dreaming it, I started to wonder why I hadn't
seen my parents when I came home. I was so preoccupied that I didn't even
think about them. I must have not been too worried about it, because five
minutes later, I was fast asleep thinking of a possible future with Chris.
You know, when you wake up in the morning, and you know, you just know that
you had a dream, but you can't think of what it was about? Well, that
happened to me last night. I was hoping to have a wonderful dream filled
with nothing but Chris, and the worst thing about it, is that I could have
and not even known it. I got dressed and went downstairs to get some
breakfast, I was surprised my mom hadn't waken me up before now, it was
already 11:30.

She didn't want me to be staying up late one night, and have work, and then
staying up again, and getting all outa wack. I guess it made sense. I poured
some cereal, and got the milk. Then I froze. My mom and dad weren't' there.
"Where the hell are they," I though to myself. I looked on the frig, no
note, I looked on the table, no note, I even opened the front door, no note
either. I checked the answering machine, nothing. "What the fuck is goin on
here?" I asked myself out loud. My next thought after that was, oh geez,
they are dead in there bedroom. I checked, still nothing. I was really
worried about this, my parents NEVER went anywhere without leaving a note.

I called my 21 year old brother, Jamie, who had a live-in girlfriend, and
his own place about 20 miles north of Wellingger Creek. "Hey bro, do you
have any idea where Mom and Dad may be?"

"Yeah, you weren't home last night, Grandma's in the hospital again, I was
supposed to call and leave a message on the machine, but I forgot," he
replied. "Thanks for making me worry."

My brother was one of the least responsible people I knew, and this was
typical of him. I talked to him for a few more minutes, and then said bye. I
called my Grandma's house, where my Mom and Dad would be staying. My mom
answered the phone, of course I asked about my Grandma first. "Hey Mom, is
Grandma OK?"

"Oh, I guess it's her hip acting up again, the doc says 2 weeks, but we'll
be back by Tuesday," she said.

"OK, can Chris stay the night while your gone," I asked, my mind hard at
work. My mom said, very typically, "Yeah, that's fine, no parties though."

"Of course not Mom," I said rather sarcastically. We talked a few more
minutes, and then I let her go, they were going to the hospital to see my
Grandma. It was Friday, and my parents weren't gonna be back till Tuesday?
This is too good to be true. Chris and I only had to work Sunday, so we
would have at least 3 days alone together. The first thing I wanted to do
was to call Chris and tell him the good news, but I thought of a better
idea. I had a plan, and if I was correct, it would make Chris the happiest
guy in the world. I went upstairs and cleaned my room really well. Hey, I
may not be a sweater wearin, tennis playin, Mercedes drivin prep, but I am
gay, and everything had to be clean. I called Chris, just as I would any
other day, and asked him to come over.

"Hey Chris, you wanna come over today, I got nothing better to do."

"Yeah, Blake, I still want to talk to you some more about last night, I
mean, I ment it all, and I think we should talk about it," Chris said.

"OK, no prob, just come over around 1:30, OK?" I said.

"OK, that's cool with me, I'll be there." Wow, it worked just as I thought,
he wanted to talk about it. Now came the hard part, preparing everything in
the 1 1/2 hours I had left. My plan was rather simple, and I had everything
I'd need right at the house. I went to the hot tub, and set up about 40
candles around it. I went into my room, and brought my boombox in as well. I
didn't know what music to play, so I just picked something my mom listens
to, which would be soothing and romantic, no matter what. By the time I was
finished lighting all the candles, I had about 15 minutes before Chris would
be over. I ran into the kitchen and threw in a pizza. I wanted to make it
look as normal as possible when he came in.

About 10 minutes later, Chris' mom dropped him off, he didn't have his own
car yet, and his mom wouldn't let him drive hers. The pizza was just about
finished, and I was worried he might smell the candles burning upstairs.
But, then I thought, I could just say I burnt the pizza a bit. Chris came in
and plopped on the couch. I had just cut the pizza into 8 slices, 4 for each
of us, if we needed it. "Here's some pizza Chris."

"Thanks dude, I'm really hungry," Chris replied.

"So, what you do all day Chris," I asked. "Nothin much, just waited to come
over here."

"Yeah," I said rather quietly.

"Is something wrong Blake?" Chris asked.

"Well, I dunno, I just feel weird about all this stuff, I mean, I never knew
you felt this way for me," I said. I was just setting up the plan I had, to
get Chris to the hot tub. "Yeah, I understand that Blake, but I really want
to be with you, and I think you want to be with me as well," he said.

"Yes, I want to be with you more than anything in the entire world Chris."

"Then, why don't we just go up to your room and talk about it, I would feel
more comfortable up there, than down here," Chris said. Damn, I wasn't even
having to do any work, he was doing it all on his own, I was gonna offer the
same thing in a second, but he did it for me. "OK, that's cool with me," I
replied. When we got up to my room, I sat in my recliner, and he sat on the
edge of my bed, I couldn't help but snicker at what I did on that bed last
night.

"What's so funny?" Chris asked.

"Nothin, I gotta use the washroom, I'll be right back, OK?" "Yeah," he said.
I got up to go the bathroom, which is where the hot tub is located, and I
pecked Chris on the cheek. He just turned red, and looked at the floor. Now
was the most crucial part of my plan, I wanted Chris to be so surprised, and
so shocked, that it would give him an instant hardon, if that was possible.
I started down the hallway and when I got to the door, I opened it slowly,
screamed as loud as I could, and ran back to my room. This was the plan I
had, when I got back to the room, I would tell Chris something is wrong, and
he would follow me back to the bathroom.

The thing is, when I got back to my bedroom, Chris was laying face first on
my bed, under the covers, and apparently crying. Shit, this is just what I
needed, Chris to be crying when he seen all the work I had put into making
this day as special as I possibly could. "What's wrong Chris?" I asked. All
of a sudden, he lept out of the bed, STARK naked and wrestled me to the
ground. I guess Chris had a plan all on his own. I thought really fast, and
said "Chris, the bathroom is on fire, no kidding."

"Oh my god, really?" he asked running to the bathroom. When he got to the
bathroom door, to take a look he collapsed on his knees. I looked at him and
just as I found out just what a wonderful body he actually had, he started
crying, I mean REALLY crying.

"Why did you do this for me Blake?" he asked.

"Well, Chris, if you didn't notice, my parents are gone...until Tuesday. My
mom said you can stay here the entire weekend, if it's OK with your mom."

"I can't believe you did this for me though," he said. you deserve it all
Chris," I replied.

I went over to him, and hugged him, as we sat there and stared at the
candles for the rest of the night.

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I hope you liked Chapter one. Chapter two will be up within a couple weeks.
I really have to thank my awesome friend, "Chucklez," who has inspired me to
use my creative thoughts, and write a story. I plan on making at least 3
more chapters on this story, and have many ideas for another story. Please
tell me what you think at BritneyBoi15@hotmail.com and/or visit my Website
at http://BritneyHQ.homestead.com and don't forget to sign my guestbook.
Thanks a bunch.