Date: Mon, 7 Mar 2011 15:08:33 -0700
From: jhol7689 H <almost.famous23@live.com>
Subject: Gabe ch 2

Thank you to all those who sent me emails and a special thanks to my editor
CD Mathews. A few things I'd like to point out is that no Gabe does not one
that wants abuse on himself. Yes he is a submissive types but this isn't a
bondage S&M story lol. It is how ever a love story and there will be
limited sex until Gabe finds Mr right. For now most of it will be from his
right hand lol. And thanks i had no idea that this could be a releastic
story until i got emails from a few who said they Related to Gabe, I hope i
don't disappoint with this next instalement.

For chaper 3 I eat feedback for breakfast lunch and dinner whether it's
good, bad, advice, ideas or tales from your high school years. Either way
it gives me the energy to write more of this story cause I've got plenty
others i could be working on :) Also i started a yahoo group click on the
link to find more chapters added to NotAnother Love story and Gabe posted
on there as well. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/almost-famous23/files/ also
I have about twelve other stories posted on a site that's called
authorshaunt.com and i go by the name jhol7689, there in the vault along
with other great authors.

sincerly from your straight girl :)

Previously: Hey Mark, you gave the runt a boner! Ha ha!"

Oh no, here come the tears...

"The shrimp is crying.  What a pussy!"

I sniffled and wanted to hide under a rock like I refused to do earlier...

"Ha ha, what a fag! I bet he's a cock sucker.  I bet he wants to suck yours
Marky!"

Please let this be a dream!

"Hey queer, you can suck mine."

Please God....

******

"Jesus fucking Christ, we have a fag in the room. What should we do with
him?" Thankfully the boys were loud enough that coach could hear from his
office. The big, gruff man came out dressed in light blue shorts and a
white T-shirt.

"What in the hell is going on here? You boys aren't in the circus for
fucks' sakes." He waited for an answer while the others looked Mark to me
and back again. Brad, the one that said "Hey queer, you can suck mine,"
stood up for the both of us.

"We were just horsing around Coach.  No hard feelings, right guys?" Brad
stared me right in the eyes.  I could see he was seriously apologizing.  I
recognized that look in his dark blue eyes. He had jet black hair that hung
surfer style but very faintly you could still make out his those Atlantic
eyes.

The whole room agreed with Brad, including me, although I doubt the coach
even noticed I was there.

"Good, now let's hustle and get the warm ups out of the way.  Today is the
mile test run. We're running the football field. Let's head out!" I
groaned.  I can admit I am a lazy kid and I'd rather spend my weekends
playing Halo and talking trash to other players on X-box Live than going to
play on the basketball court. My groan didn't go unheard.  Mark, who was
standing next to me now, chuckled a bit at my displeasure for the activity
ahead.

Once our warm ups were out of the way, Coach announced that we needed
partners for the next task and all the blood seemed to drain from my
body. In elementary school, when team captains were picking team members
I'd always be the last one selected. If I screwed up their game I'd get so
much anger directed toward me I felt like was dying from embarrassment.

I was surprised though when Mark stepped up to the plate and picked me as
his partner.  I nearly fainted.

"Hey, you know the guys and I were just messing with you, right?" He asked
seriously after the Coach gave out instructions.

"Kinda hard to tell when you guys are calling me a fag." I replied honestly
as he held my feet so I could do the sit ups.

"Well, aren't you gay? I can see your hard-on right through your
shorts. You're hung kid." My eyes widened with fright.  My God, I did have
a boner, but how in the hell was I supposed to keep the thing down with all
these hot guys working out around me?

"Sorry." I mumbled with my face growing hotter by the minute.

"Do I turn you on or something?" I was completely taken back by his blunt
questions about my sexual orientation. He might have wanted to know a
little more about my situation and how I was dealing with being gay, but I
wasn't asking him about his sex life, now was I? So how did I answer his
question?

I didn't.  I stayed silent as he waited for his answer. When he didn't get
one he realized how he had offended me.

"Sorry man, I'm just interested is all. Look, I don't care if you're gay.
Just don't hit on me or anything, ok?" I felt immensely relieved and let
out a sigh. I thought to myself `If a total stranger who seemed okay with
the thought that another boy was turned on by him, Marty shouldn't take the
news to bad then.; So I still had to know what my terms were with Marky boy
here.

"Do you want to be friends then? I haven't have that many." He seemed to
think for a couple of minutes before reluctantly nodding.

"Yeah, we could be. So you look young to be an eleventh grader."

And so began a long term friendship. I found out he was a wide receiver on
the varsity football team. He is rather cocky and likes to show it off too.

After gym class was done, we had to take a shower.  It was required so I
took a shower head next to Mark's. The rest of the guys were in there for a
minute but Mark and I stayed behind with ten minutes left before the bell
rang.

I was not expecting the next event that occurred that day, so it shocked me
to my very core.

I was soaping my body down when I heard a whisper. I turned to find Mark,
who seemed to be very flustered and taking hollow short breaths.

"Hey have you ever...you know, given a blow job?" Of course I've seen the
porn and saw how men gave BJs.  I just thought he was snooping again so I
rolled my eyes.

"I'm not a slut Mark." He stopped mid-sentence and seemed to be rethinking
his next words. Finally he broke the unnerving silence that had engulfed
the room.

"I know you aren't Gabe but I need to ask you for a serious favor."

"What?"

"I kinda got horny knowing I turn a guy on, it does something to boost your
ego knowing you have the same sex after you as well. So I was
wondering...could you blow me? Please? I know you're not a slut but I
seriously have blue balls. I hope you're up for it?"

I had held my breath ever since the word blow job had been said.  I was
shocked beyond words. But knowing that this hot boy standing next to me
wanted ME give HIM sexual pleasure, well, my dick answered his question by
growing to its full size. He saw the answer in my eyes and pulled me in
between his legs. I knelt between his legs and looked up to his chocolate
brown eyes that seemed filled with lust and nothing more. I had lost all
senses and had no clue what to do with my head in a fog. He caught this and
took over.

His dick stood out, at least 7 inches, thick and very hard.

"Lick it." He commanded, to which I obeyed. I leaned forward and almost cat
like- liked it with grace.

"Lick it some more, lick it a lot, get it wet." I felt his hand on the back
of my head but I kept licking until he gave me more instructions. I
couldn't believe that this was happening to me, I was giving my first blow
job, to a new acquaintance on the first day of high school.

How erotic I thought.

"Okay, now put it in your mouth.  Go down on it and no teeth." He entangled
his fingers in my hair as I went down on him, bobbing my head up and down,
I could tell I was making him feel good by the small moans that kept coming
out of his mouth. I was able to take in three inches but no more.  He
didn't force more for me to swallow and soon was mumbling words of
encouragements.

I knew he was close and, to be honest, I wanted to taste his seed. I've
seen other people do it and even heard girls talk about liking the taste of
it, so I was going to try it.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth Gabe." He whispered urgently while meeting
my gaze. He looked to be in pure ecstasy and I was glad to be the cause of
that source. He gripped my head, his knees bucked, and he came in my mouth.

I was in heaven, but I felt as if something were missing, like there was no
spark. It was all just pure lust.

"Thanks Gabe, that was the best blow job I've ever had.  You sure it was
your first?" He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, and I laughed out loud at
his facial expressions. We got dressed just in time for the bell to ring
but before we went our separate ways we traded phone numbers.

I felt like an energizer bunny as I headed to the last class of the day,
choirs. I had gotten my first dick AND made a new friend in the
process. This day couldn't have been any better, could it?

Even though the day went by with smooth sailing I did have dad to deal with
once I got home.

"Hey son, did you join a sport today?" I could see the excitement dancing
around in those eyes of his, I really felt like laughing out loud and
telling him "yeah dad does sucking a dick count for one? My mouth is truly
sore from the work out." Of course I didn't say that out loud but I almost
felt bad for letting him down.

"Nope." I stated as searched through the fridge as my stomach rumbled. Dad
frowned at the ceiling.  Why couldn't he see I just didn't like sports? He
needed to know he couldn't force me to do something that I wanted no part
of.

"At least try out for soccer, I remember when I was about your age and dad
tossed the old ball around the fence out in the back yard. Remember when I
tried that sport with you a couple of years back? You seemed to enjoy it as
I remember." I sighed out of frustration, realizing he was never going to
drop this.

"I got bribed to play soccer when I was eight. You gave me ten bucks."

"And you found out you can run, and you liked it."

"Wrong. Just because I can run doesn't mean I like soccer." Dad pounded the
table so hard it made me jump and look him in the eyes. He was seething mad
but nothing could change my mind.

"You've lost my respect." That was all he said. As he walked off I couldn't
understand why playing sports meant so much to him. It wasn't my thing, I
was horrible at it, I didn't have the body for it, and I certainly didn't
have a passion for it.

We kept our distance from each other, and when we were in the same room you
could practically taste the tension in the air. I was thankful Marty
stopped by before dinner.  Although he wasn't staying, he brought a
surprise with him, which happened to be Mark. I felt a little off guard and
silently asked him with my eyes to not tell Marty anything about what
happened between us today. He seemed to catch my drift and went along with
it.

I asked how the two of them met and it happened to be they clicked at
football practice and ended up becoming close friends. I was kinda jealous
but I had no reason to be.  Marty was straight, wasn't he? Plus Mark and I
weren't boyfriends, although I sooo wish we were.  How cool would that be?

The night ended with a big bang when my brother Chad brought home a
familiar face, one that was all over him until she noticed me. It happens
to be Kim, Steve's supposed girlfriend.

To say I was mortified would be putting it mildly.