Date: Mon, 26 Apr 2004 03:28:40 EDT
From: RainDude099@aol.com
Subject: Cali Boys

    This story is a work of fiction intended for a mature adult audience
only. All similarities between characters in the story and people in real
life are completely coincidental. This story depicts homosexual acts, so
if you do not approve of this subject please do not read any further.

    This story is copyrighted by the author and may not be copied without
the written permission of the author, Scott MG.  Please feel free to
write any comments or suggestions to the author.

Cali Boys

Chapter One

            It seemed like summer vacation was endless to Ryan Alder and
Chris Banks.  The days of sleeping until noon, wasting all day at the
mall and at the beach, lying in the rays of the powerful sun, would never
subside.  In their minds it would remain the first day of summer forever
and September would never arrive.  The two best friends had always lived
for the endless days of summer; it was what fueled their souls throughout
the school year.  No matter how tough life got between September and May,
they could always be assured that summer would arrive to salvage them.

            Ryan and Chris had spent nearly every day of every summer (if
not every season) together for the past seven years.  For best friends,
they were closer than most.  For the past seven years they had never kept
a secret from each other about anything.  There was no spot in Ryan's
life that Chris didn't know about and the same vice versa.  The two were
like brothers, excluding the fact that they each had separate families;
although they did spend more time at each others houses than at their
own.  And they were both fairly connected with each other's families
to the point where they might as well be considered brothers.  They had
practically grown up together.  They had always joined the same teams and
clubs, and they had helped each other through hard times, like Ryan's
parents' divorce.  A friendship that close was something special and they
each knew that.  For as long as they had been best friends, they had
valued the friendship as the most important things in their lives.  For
seven years Ryan had treasured Chris as a brother and a best friend.  But
for nearly seven years Chris had seen Ryan as something much more.

            On this especially hot day in mid-July, Ryan Alder and Chris
Banks were sitting on the playground structure of their old neighborhood
elementary school, discussing what to do with the rest of the day as well
the remainder of the drifting summer.  At the beginning of the summer,
Ryan and Chris had originally planned to find jobs in order to earn money
to set aside for cars.  But of course with summer vacation comes the
disease of laziness.

            Yawning, Ryan stretched back on the wooden play-structure.
The heat seemed to make him tired, so even though he had waken up hours
ago he acted as if he was still half-asleep, with the way he kept
yawning. He ran one hand through his short, dark-blonde hair while he
rubbed his eye with his other hand, meanwhile continuing talking to
Chris.

            "Damn, it's hot out today," he said after yawning.  "Do you
think today is the hottest day of the summer?"

            "It could be."  Chris said and leaned back against a wooden
post.  "Maybe we should go swimming... Get out of the heat?"  He
suggested, as a solution for the heat as well as just to see Ryan take
off his shirt.  Ryan smirked and gave a short laugh.

            "You just want to see me take off my shirt."  He laughed
again and Chris rolled his eyes back, smirking-- Ryan knew him too well.

            There was no shame in these jokes between the two of them.
It had been two years since Chris had come out to Ryan.  The event had
been monumental in both of their lives and had truly tested their
friendship.  The memory of that day was still clear in both of their
minds.  In fact, both of them revisited it often.

            It had been on the fourth of July two years ago.  Chris and
Ryan were fourteen at the time and neither of them had been ready for it
to happen.  It had taken place at a barbeque at the county lake where all
the local families would picnic and the teenagers would swim and make-out
in various locations around the lakeshore.  That Fourth of July evening,
during the middle of the fireworks and festivities, Chris discovered that
Ryan was absent from the party.  He didn't have to search long for him
before he found Ryan making out with a girl from their class behind a
large tree.  It shouldn't have been a big deal to either of them.
But to Chris it was a big deal.  It was a huge deal.

            At that moment it felt to Chris as if the world was caving in
on him.  He hadn't only been Ryan's best friend for five years at that
time-- he had been heavily in love with him.  He had admitted his
sexuality to himself a year earlier but not to anyone else.  He was, in
no way ready to come out to the unaccepting world around him.  Up to that
moment he had hoped that perhaps he and Ryan shared the same feelings for
one another.  But seeing Ryan's lips on that girl, it just seemed to
crush his hopes in life.

            In his upset, Chris fled the barbeque while his family
continued on with their fun and didn't bother to pay attention to him
rushing away.  Ryan, being his best friend, hurried after him and when he
caught up to him on a large rock by the lakeshore, everything came out in
the open.  Chris let his emotions flow and confessed everything to Ryan,
who stood there in shock with a dropped jaw.  The whole event didn't seem
real to him, but to Chris it was all too real.  The words had been
building up inside of him for so long; it was terrifying to hear them
finally escape his mouth.

            After a moment of silence, Ryan took a deep breath and told
Chris that it would never affect their friendship.  He comforted him and
promised him that he wouldn't tell anyone and that his friendship was the
most important thing in his life-- more important than any possible
relationship with a girl at a barbeque.  And in what could've been an
hour lasting conversation, ended in the two of them leaning into each
other and kissing for one brief instant under a shower of fireworks in
the sky.

            The kiss lasted only five seconds at most, but to Chris, it
felt like a lifetime.  He had waited so long for it and it came so
naturally.  It was near heartbreaking for it to end and the two of them
to return to their normal lives.  But it gave Chris a new hope in life.
As long as Ryan accepted him for what he was, he knew he would be
alright.  And perhaps someday they'd have another brief instant
together.

            Two years later, the two of them hadn't shared another five
second kiss, but that didn't stop Chris from thinking of Ryan night and
day.  Over those two years, the two of them grew closer together than
ever before.  During those two years, Ryan's parents divorced, which
wasn't surprising since they had always had problems.  Chris was the one
that Ryan could turn to when problems with his parents would arise and
Ryan was the one Chris could turn to when he faced problems surrounding
his homosexuality.  Of course the main problem that Chris struggled with
mentally was the fact that he was in love with Ryan, who made it clear
that he was straight-- despite the short kiss that they shared.  The
entire dilemma of Chris's love for Ryan was completely unspoken and Chris
had to struggle in silence for those two years.

            Chris scratched the back of his neck and turned to Ryan who
closed his eyes, basking in the warmth of the sun.  The slight smile that
crept over Ryan's tanned face made Chris smile as well.  Ryan really was
a good-looking guy.  He had a beautiful smile which lit up his deep brown
eyes, which always seemed to reflect how Chris felt.  He could stare into
Ryan's eyes for hours if he was given the chance.  Watching Ryan rest
back in the sun for a moment made Chris forget what he was going to say
and when Ryan opened his eyes he met Chris's, set firmly on him.

            "Dude, maybe we could go for a quick swim at your house and
then head to the mall this evening."  Ryan said, hoping to break Chris's
longing stare easily.  "There's bound to be a movie or something playing,
and if nothing else I'm sure one of the guys will be hanging around
somewhere."

            "Uh, sure," Chris said as he blinked, wiping away his gaze of
Ryan.  "Sounds good to me.  Why don't we head to my house now?"  He stood
up and climbed down from the wooden play-structure.  Ryan pulled himself
to his feet and followed him; stretching his back once he got to the
ground and then began following Chris again, out of the schoolyard.

            "I'm surprised that your parents don't mind me coming over
every single day."  Ryan said as the two of them strolled casually down
the street, side by side.  He looked at Chris as he spoke but Chris kept
his eyes on his two-story, white house at the end of the street.  From
where he was standing, his house looked perfect-- like something out of a
movie.

            "You know my parents love you Ryan."  Chris said, not turning
to him as he spoke.  "But if they knew you'd only been using us for our
pool all these years, they might not feel the same way!"  He laughed and
Ryan punched his arm playfully.  Chris smiled a little wider at the
physical connection.  Just being touched by Ryan, in any way, made Chris
smile brightly.

            "Seriously though man," Ryan said, "For the parents who kept
Kat on such a short rope, they sure let your do whatever the hell you
want."  Chris nodded in agreement.  His parents had kept his older sister
Kat, confined to the small world of academics and youth groups throughout
most of her teen years.  It was quite the opposite for Chris, whom they
didn't seem to realize was alive half the time.

            "Yeah, but I guess that since Kat became a total party girl
at UCLA, they figure that the short-leash strategy wasn't going to work
on me."  Chris explained, trying to end the conversation, and any
following about his relationship with his parents.  "They just let me do
what I want and as long as I don't end up in jail, I'm good."  Ryan
took the hint and refrained from continuing the conversation.  He knew
that Chris didn't enjoy talking about his family any more than he enjoyed
speaking of his.

            Chris led Ryan up his driveway, which was absent of his
parents' cars, and to the front door.  He forced the door open, knowing
it wasn't locked, and the two of them entered easily.  Chris's parents
weren't incredibly rich (although they both had successful jobs as
dentists), but the Banks' house would lead anyone to believe that they
were in the home of some kind of lottery winner.  The walls all seemed to
be decorated with various works of art, most of which were unrealistic
and quite annoying to look at for too long.  Everything was spotless and
nearly everything was white-- inhumanly white.

            "God I swear you people don't actually live in this house."
Ryan said sarcastically as they passed through the living room toward the
backdoor to the pool.

            "I wish."  Chris muttered under his breath as they passed
through.

            The Banks' backyard was just as rich as the rest of they're
house.  The lawn was perfect, decorated with various colored flowers that
were taken care of by a hired gardener.  In the center of the yard was
the swimming pool; crystal-clear water, seven feet deep.  It was where
Chris spent a lot of his free, otherwise wasted, time.  He would spend
hours, especially late at night, laying back in the refreshing water,
thinking about the insanity of his life.  It was a sanctuary to Chris
because his parents never used it, or stepped foot into the back yard for
that matter.  He was completely undisturbed to think about his life and
above all, Ryan.

            Chris led Ryan onto the backyard patio where a couple of
beach chairs were laid out with towels, set out from Chris's last swim
session.  Ryan stood next to one of the fold-out chairs, staring at the
shimmering water.

            "God that's gotta feel good right about now." he said and
turned to Chris who had subconsciously begun watching him again.

            Ryan often caught Chris staring at him contently.  It wasn't
like he tried to be noticed, but he wasn't very good at keeping his
gawking subtle.  But it didn't bother Ryan.  After all, Chris was his
best friend in the entire world, and he had been for seven years.  He
knew there were strong feelings going on inside Chris and he didn't want
to let them destroy their friendship.  And deep inside him, although he
wouldn't admit it, Ryan half enjoyed knowing that Chris was staring at
him.

            "So, how long are we gonna chill here before we leave?"  Ryan
asked to break Chris's subconscious stare.

            "Uh, what?"  Chris asked, as if he had just woken up in the
middle of a class discussion.

            "Any time limits for swim and mall time?"  Ryan asked as he
slipped off his shoe.  "Like, do you have to be home tonight at any
specific time?  Or just whenever like usual?"

            "I guess whenever."  Chris said and ran his hand through his
thick brown hair before bending to remove his shoes as well.

            "Cool."  Ryan said, removing his other shoe.  "If your
parents decide that whenever isn't suitable, you can always crash at my
place.  My dad really doesn't give a shit about curfew over the summer."
Chris laughed.  Ever since Ryan's parents got their divorce, his father
didn't seem to care in the least, about his ex-wife's once
strongly-upheld rules.

            "Maybe I will then."  Chris said as he lifted his shirt,
revealing his smooth tanned skin.  He had a firm body but not especially
muscular-- at least not compared to Ryan's perfectly sculpted form.

            "Dude," Ryan said as he scanned Chris's tanned upper body.
"Is there such a thing as too much sun?"

            "Not in California."  Chris replied and stepped toward the
edge of the pool.  He hadn't bothered to retrieve a pair of swimming
trunks from his room because there was no second pair to lend to Ryan.
Besides, he found it more comfortable to swim in his regular shorts.

            Chris halted his leap toward the pool and turned back to Ryan
who was watching Chris as he was about to remove his shirt.  "Heh, were
you checking out my tan dude?"  He laughed and Ryan blinked and rubbed
his eyes.

            "Oh yeah Chris," he said sarcastically and lifted his shirt
over his head.  "That's right.  I want your body, man!"

            Chris struggled not to let his jaw drop as Ryan revealed his
naked upper body to him.  Ryan was very into sports during the entire
school year, especially football which he constantly trained for, so it
was not surprising that his body was so-- so perfect.  The sight of his
cut abs and his strong chest made Chris's breathing suddenly become very
shallow.  It was all he could do not to tackle Ryan to the ground.

            "Getting in?"  Ryan asked casually as he stepped up beside
Chris at the edge of the pool, completely ignorant to the fact that Chris
couldn't remove his eyes from his body.

            "Uh yeah."  Chris said and turned sharply away from the
spectacular sight of Ryan's flexing muscles, preparing to leap into the
pool.  It was probably a good idea for Chris to get in the water because
standing so close to Ryan half-naked was making his cock swell in his
shorts.

            Taking a deep breath, Chris kicked off the edge and broke
through the crystal surface of the pool.  Hitting the refreshingly cool
water was one of the best feelings in the world.  He loved the way it
send a shock throughout his entire body, the way it consumed him with
it's greatness as if he was completely insignificant.

            Chris let out his breath underwater and just kept still for a
moment to let himself soak in the feeling of the cold water over his
body.  The sound of underwater silence was broken by a thunderous splash
and Chris knew that Ryan had followed him in to the pool.  He kicked off
the bottom and broke again through the surface and breathed in the warm
late-afternoon air.  A few feet away, Ryan's head bobbed out of the water
and he took a deep breath, shaking the water out of his eyes.  Chris
loved how the water ran from Ryan's short hair, down his face.  His heart
pounded with the urge to kiss Ryan's soft, moistened lips.

            "Oh fuck, it's so great to do that!" Ryan exclaimed and wiped
the trails of water from his face.  "Thank God you have a pool Chris.
You're so lucky dude."

            Chris nodded in agreement.  "It is nice," he said.  "Too bad
it doesn't get used more often."

            "What do you mean?"  Ryan asked as he swam closer to him,
maintaining eye contact.  "We use it almost everyday!"

            "Yeah but no one else in the family does."  He said, trying
to force himself not to gaze at Ryan's body through the transparent
liquid.  "Not even Kat when she's here on breaks."

            "Well, if you wanna put it to good use then you could throw a
pool party or something."  Ryan suggested as he ran his hands through his
wet hair, giving Chris a view of his pecs as rose slightly, in and out of
the water, glistening in the sun.

            "Yeah that's exactly what I want to do." Chris said, trying
to divert his attention from Ryan's sparkling wet body.  "Throw a party
for a few dozen people from school that I can't stand.  Half the people
in our grade hate me because they think I'm gay."

            "No one thinks your gay," Ryan said with knowledge.  "Even
though you kind of are."  He laughed and Chris chuckled.  "Some of them
think your stuck up.  But the only people that think that are the ones
that are stuck up themselves!  Everyone else thinks you're awesome with
the whole 'music' thing."

            Chris smirked at Ryan's way of referring to his love of music
and songwriting as the "music thing".

            "Well Chris if you really want to get good use out of this
pool," Ryan smiled, "you could always give it to me!"  He shoved Chris
playfully in the water.  Chris laughed and shoved back.

            "You wish!"  He laughed and continued their water wrestling
by trying to dunk him.

            In the sport of water wrestling however, Ryan was always
undefeatable because he was a little taller and stronger than Chris, who
depended on tactics more than force.  Their match of shoving and dunking
only lasted five minutes or so before Chris found himself pinned with his
arms behind his back.  Ryan laughed and squeezed his arms tighter behind
his back, confining him.

            Chris struggled for a moment before he swung his leg back
through the water and wrapped it around Ryan's ankle, causing him to trip
and loosen his grip.  The two of them continued wrestling in the water,
completely care-free.  Even with the constant physical contact, their
skin rubbing up against each other's flesh, Chris's mind was too
preoccupied to be thinking about Ryan sexually.  It was as if they were
friends back in the sixth grade-- just wrestling like and having a good
time like all boys.  Back in the days when Ryan was just a friend to
Chris and not the object of his affection.

            Their match began to slow down steadily with their growing
exhaustion until finally Ryan found it easy to halt Chris's efforts by
holding his arms and constricting his legs with his own, and pressed him
up against the side of the pool.  The two of them panted and breathed
hard from exhaustion until they started laughing at their state.  Worn
out from their play, Ryan started to release Chris from his grasp when
suddenly something happened.

            Ryan didn't full let go of Chris and Chris didn't move
backwards from Ryan's release.  Ryan kept Chris backed up to the side of
the pool as they slowly stopped laughing and connected eyes.  Chris's
breathing slowed down as he scanned Ryan's beautiful body and face,
barely inches away from him.  He became entranced by Ryan's deep brown
eyes, which were locked on his own blue eyes.  Chris couldn't remove his
fixed stare on Ryan's eyes as Ryan began to move his own stare over
Chris's dripping body, following every drop of water from his hair down
his face and neck to his glistening chest where it met the surface.
Something was happening inside both of them.  A feeling familiar to Chris
and in honesty, not completely foreign to Ryan either.

            Ryan and Chris stayed in that position, trapped by each
other's arms and eyes, for a long moment before it happened.  Chris
couldn't help himself in that position, tormented by the look in Ryan's
eyes and the hardening of his dick in his shorts.  He had wanted him for
so long and the feeling came so natural.  Chris leaned in to kiss Ryan,
who met him halfway, and the two of them pressed lips together lightly,
sealing it.  Chris tilted his head to the right to complete the kiss.  It
all felt so natural, kissing Ryan that Chris didn't hold back. He opened
his mouth slightly, his tongue desperately wanting to meet Ryan's, when
he realized that Ryan's tongue was already finding it's way into his
mouth.  A slight moan escaped Chris's throat as his tongue intertwined
with Ryan's.  The passion of this kiss was unlike anything even Chris had
imagined over the past two years.  The feeling of Ryan's hard body up
against his own, and their tongues tied and lips feeding on each other.
It was, at that moment, the most intense moment of his entire life.
Ryan's lips on his and his tongue in his mouth.  He had wanted this so
badly.  And then suddenly it ended.

            Ryan pulled his lips away from Chris's and gave him a look of
horror.  His jaw slightly hanging in disbelief of what had just
occurred.  He was frozen, once again locked onto Chris's eyes.  Chris's
jaw dropped a bit as well-- half in shock of what they'd done and half in
shock of Ryan ending it.  He hadn't wanted it to end and he wanted to
believe that Ryan had kissed him intentionally.  A kiss like that didn't
happen by accident caused by raging hormones.  Chris was sure of it.

            "Ryan..." He choked out softly, keeping his reflecting eyes
on Ryan's.  "I-,"  He started but Ryan quickly maneuvered around him and
pulled himself out of the pool to escape.  He watched as Ryan hurried
over to the beach chair to his towel, and he noticed that has he headed
there, his tight wet shorts were tented by his hard cock.

            Ryan picked up the towel and pressed it to his face, wiping
the water away and trying to hide himself.  He kept his back to the pool,
where Chris was still resting at the edge, overwhelmed by emotion.  He
took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly.

            "Chris... I..." His voice came out roughly.  "Please just
forget that happened."

            Chris stared at Ryan's dripping wet back with longing.  He
wasn't even entirely sure that their kiss really had happened.

            "Ryan..." He started carefully, not wanting to cause any harm
to Ryan's apparently fragile state.  "What just happened?"

            "I... I'm not sure..." Ryan spoke softly, into the towel,
unable to face Chris as he spoke.

            "Ryan... We kissed..." He said, gaining strength in his
voice.  "I kissed you... and you kissed me back... We haven't kissed
since the night I told you I was gay and-."

            Ryan turned sharply to face him and cut him off, with a
strong intensity in his voice.  "Look Chris, I don't know what just
happened between us, but it's not what you think it was or what you want
it to be," he said and then dropped his tone to it's previous state.
"...I'm not gay Chris... I'm straight."  He turned around and ran the
towel over his slippery toned body, drying off quickly and sloppily
before turning his head slightly again.  "I'm going to borrow some of
your shorts and get dressed."

            And he headed, shaking, into the house, leaving Chris's jaw
quivering and his heart racing.

to be continued