Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2004 07:51:45 +0000
From: Matt417 _ <dressedtokill41787@hotmail.com>
Subject: I'll See You Soon - Chapter 4

Disclaimer:
This story involves romance/sex
between male teenagers. If this offends you, or is illegal in your
country or state/province, do not read any further.

This story is, for the most part, true. Maybe that's why it sucks.
Only some small details had to be changed to keep the flow of the
story going. Last names to the characters will not be given out.
Any contact information included in the story regarding the
characters will  be fake.

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I'll See You Soon - Chapter Four
by matt417

***

I was 15 years old. I quickly became great friends with Dan, the
guy who I met on my first week at school. He was well-liked at school,
and walking through all the halls with him, I felt somewhat inferior.
He seemed to know everyone by name and was greeted every second of the
day. I convinced myself that it would be the same for me in a matter
of months. After all, Dan had known all these people since he was a
kid, but I was a newcomer, so it would take time.

Dan was such a sweet guy though, there was no way I could be mad at
him for anything. I knew 2 weeks into school that I had it bad for him.
He was so sweet all the time that he was becoming irresistable to me.
He came over to my house one night and we watched a movie, just him and
I. We kept our distance, as most male friends do, him sitting on one
couch, and I sitting on the other couch. I so badly wanted to get over
to him and cuddle, but I knew that it wouldn't be a smart move. Plus,
there was no way I was gonna out myself to him. I'd promised myself that
nobody would find out.

***

I called Andrew to meet up with him on the weekend. We went to the
Hard Rock Cafe for lunch, then went to Edge102 (a radio station in
Toronto that plays rock).

"You wanna get a T-shirt?" I asked Andrew.

"Yeah, sure. They're so romantic." he said sarcastically.

He pointed to one of the T-shirts. It read 'Need Head' and showed
a picture of a stick figure with no head.

His cell phone rang, and he picked it up.

"Oh, hi Giline!" he spoke into the phone.

"Yeah, sure I'll see you on my way home." he continued.

"You know what, I gotta go now. I'm going up an elevator." he lied.

And he hung up.

I thought it was a bit rude of him to tell a white lie over something
like that. But I dismissed it and was glad that he just wanted no
interruptions when he was with me.

He bought me dinner that night, reminding me that it was no problem
because he'd gained a ton of cash recently.

"So where'd the money come from?" I asked.

"Oh... you know, just doing some errands." he answered.

"Just how much did you earn?"

"A thousand dollars."

"Doing errands?" I asked.

"Well... ok I'll tell you. My friend and I hacked into TD Greenhouse
and we stole $1500. I took a thousand, and she took five hundred."

I stared at him in awe. I didn't know his knowledge of computers
was so deep.

Seeing the expression on my face, he said,

"Don't worry though. We took a few dollars out of hundreds of accounts.
It took days just to get that $1500. We had to make it trickle out of
the accounts so we wouldn't get caught."

For some reason, I didn't see it as a crime. Not when he did it.
Nothing he did could ever be a crime. Plus, he only took a few
dollars from individual people. It wasn't like he'd taken somebody's
life savings.

I felt impressed with him more than anything else. I didn't know
he was capable of such things.

After dinner, we went to his friend's apartment at King and Spadina.
We listened to some music and talked for a while. I told him about
my family and my experiences, and we spent a good hour just talking.

"So what's your family like?" I asked him.

"Oh they're alright. It's just my dad, mom and me. You know how
things are with my dad, but my mom's pretty chill. I told her about
you and she asked me if you were cute."

"Oh yeah? What did you tell her?" I asked.

"Of course, I told her that you were the most beautiful boy in the
world."

"You better have said that." I said jokingly.

"You bet I did."

He leaned in and slowly kissed my lips. Pulling back, he asked me,

"What about your parents? How're they?"

"You don't wanna hear about my family." I said.

"Yeah, I do. They must be great to have come out with a son like
you."

"Well, you're wrong. Look I don't wanna talk about it or you'll
get me all worked up."

"I don't like what I'm hearing... it sounds like you've been
hiding this from everyone, including yourself."

"So what? I just don't like talking about my home life." I said
defensively.

"Just get it off your chest, man."

"My dad and mom don't get along very well." I said truthfully.

"Lots of parents have their arguments from time to time." he said.

"No, it's not from time to time. It's just that they have a cycle
where they talk and then they stop talking and then they fight. But it
just seems that every year their talking stage gets shorter and shorter
and their fighting stage gets longer."

"Oh I'm sorry about that."

"Sometimes I think it's my fault." I said.

"Why would it be your fault?" he asked.

I took a deep breath before speaking.

"My parents were never in love. For Christ's sake, they only met
twice before getting married. TWICE. It's fucking insane! And now
the only reason why they're together is because of my brother and me.
But now that he's in university and moved out of the house, I'm the
only reason why they're together. My mom even told me that once
I move out, she's movin' out too."

"Shit that's flippin' harsh." he said.

"Actually they had a fight a few weeks ago. It started off because
of something I said. I said something about my relatives being
distant and not really caring about me, and my mom got all offended.
We had a little bit of an argument, but once an argument starts, it
doesn't end. Not for my mom anyway. Once she gets started, she
brings up stuff that's not even related to what we're arguing about
and all of a sudden she's arguing about everything bad I've ever
done in my entire life."

I was getting angry, my emotions were stirring.

I continued, saying,

"Well that night, my mom was screaming at me over nothing really,
and my dad stepped in and told her to shutup and then they
started a screaming match with each other. They threatened to get
a divorce and then they started fighting over who would get the house.
They argued about who would take custody of me. I was standing in the
same room as them and they were still arguing over me. I mean come on!
They met twice before marrying. Shouldn't they have expected this
much to happen?? What the fuck were they thinking??"

By then I was almost crying, and Andrew held me in his arms, stroking
my hair telling me it was okay.

"Matt, they didn't get violent did they?" he asked.

"Well my dad started to push my mom and tell her to get out of the
house, but she swore back at him. And I had to hold my dad to stop
him from pushing her too hard. He pushed her a few times and my
mom told him that he was hurting her, but it wasn't that bad really."

"Good, at least they're not violent." Andrew said calmly.

"God I hate my mom so much! It's all her fault. She's always such
a bitch to everyone in the family. She's always screaming at us.
Sometimes I wish they'd just a divorce."

"You don't really want that do you?" Andrew asked.

"Yeah, I do want it. Whenever I'm in the house I feel like I have
to dodge another fight. My dad doesn't talk to my mom, they haven't
spoken a word to each other since the fight, and before that, they
hadn't spoken for almost a year even though we all live in the same
house. I haven't spoken to my mom since that last fight, and before
that it'd been 4 months since I talked to her."

"I'm sorry you have to deal with that, Matt." he whispered.

"And you know what??" I asked, getting worked up again.

"What is it?"

"She actually told me that I was the only reason why she was still
officially married to my dad. She said that it was over years ago,
and that it was my fault that she had to keep living with him. And
then she had the nerve to tell me that it all depended on me.
She said that if I wanted it, she would move out and get
a divorce. How could she make me responsible for her getting a
divorce? How could she make me tell her to just leave?"

I was crying by now, and I was starting to realize that I might
be alientating Andrew.

"I'm sorry, Drew. You shouldn't need to hear about my problems."

"No, I want to hear about them. You'll get through it." he assured me.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, you need to get this off your chest. Continue with what you
were saying."

"Thanks, I'm done though. It's just that years from now I know that
I'll look back and think that it was my fault that my parents
got divorced. And if I let my mom move out, it'll always be my
fault that she moved out. And if she stays, it'll be my fault
that my parents had a shitty marriage."

"It's okay, it's okay. It's not your fault, Matt."

I forced a little laugh.

"I told you not to get me started."

"But I don't regret having you get this off your chest." he replied.

"Let's talk about something else."

"Okay." he said.

"What's your most embarassing moment?" I asked.

He paused, thinking about it.

"Okay, I got it. I was 14, and we were living in Australia at the time.
I was out swimming when a dolphin comes up beside me. And I was having
so much fun playing with this dolphin that I didn't notice that my
swimming trunks had fallen off. So I had to walk back to the beach naked."

We both had a good laugh at that, but it was my turn to tell.

"So what's your most embarassing moment?" he asked.

"Okay, well I was in Grade 6 at the time. And you probably don't know this
yet, but I'm a sleepwalker. I usually sleepwalk when there's something
different happening around me. So my brother's friend, who happens to be
gay, comes over to our house for a sleepover. And I'm good friends with
this guy too. So we go to sleep, and when I wake up I find that I'm in
his bed in the guest room. He tapped me on the back and asked what I was
doing in bed with him. Oh God, I was so embarassed!!"

He laughed hysterically at me for a few minutes and I had to wrestle him
and pin him down just to stop him from laughing.

"So what did he say in the morning?" Andrew asked.

"Well, he told my brother about it. And my brother believed that I was gay
ever since. He was right, of course. But I was actually sleepwalking! I did
not have the hots for that guy."

"Of course..." Andrew said.

We lay on the floor with me on top of him, just staring at each other.

"I love just being with you." he said.

"Me too."

I leaned in and placed my lips over his. I didn't have much experience
actually initiating a kiss before, but I did the best that I could.
I sucked the bottom part of his lip, then snuck my tongue into his mouth.
Our tongues fought each other, moans escaping our mouths. We were both
pretty turned on in a few minutes, so I picked myself off my feet, still
kissing passionately, and we moved toward the bed.

I lifted his shirt off and started to kiss his nipples and chest. He gasped
a little as I bit his nipple. I lay him down on the bed, and jumped on top.
I sucked on his neck while exploring his body with my hands. He moaned and
groaned for a while, his hands groping my ass. I felt him shift positions,
and soon I was laying down on the bed and he was on top of me, licking
my ear. He ran his tongue along the lobe and up to the top of my ear. I
never realized that my ears were so sensitive to kissing. It felt fucking
awesome. I enjoyed the feelings he was giving me. But unfortunately, he
stopped kissing my ears and started sucking my neck.

We both wanted more than just kissing soon enough, so I slowly made my way
down to his cock. He shoved off his briefs and let his dick hang out.
It was huge. No, huge wasn't quite the word to describe it. It was MASSIVE
being probably more than 8 inches in length, and so thick that it took both
my hands to jack him off properly.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.

I nodded and lifted his cock into my mouth.

"Watch the teeth." he whispered.

I could barely fit cock in my mouth, and gagged on it when it went too deep.
So I started to lick up and down his shaft, to which he moaned. It did the
trick, so I kept at it. Soon, he was bucking his hips at me and he asked me
if I was really a virgin, and where I learned how to do that. Not wanting
to cum already, we switched positions a few times, and he sucked the head of
my cock for a while. The head of my cock isn't very sensitive at all, so he
didn't give me a spectacular blowjob, but I wasn't gonna complain. I started
to jack off instead and while kissing him, I came. It went all over my
stomach
and his chest. We continued to kiss.

When I opened my eyes, I casually looked over at the clock. FUCK! It was
already
11:30 PM. I'd told my parents that I'd be home by 7 pm. I had to take the
11:43
train or I'd be grounded forever. Apologizing to Andrew, I threw all my
clothes
back on, and he joined me. I felt bad that he didn't get to cum. Well, at
least
I owed him one.

"You've got a hickey." he pointed out.

I looked in the mirror and saw that it stuck out a lot. Oh well, my parents
wouldn't notice. Hell, they don't even know what a hickey is. We hurried out
the door since I had only 13 minutes to catch my train.

Waiting for the elevator, I looked at Andrew's neck and saw that he didn't
have
a hickey. So while we were on the elevator, I tried to give him one, but for
some reason it didn't stay there. We took the streetcar together to King
Station,
and then took the subway over to Union.

"Do I get a goodnight kiss?" he asked.

"Yeah... you will." I said, hesitantly. There were so many people around.

He knew how careful I was about PDAs. Once my subway reached Union station,
all
I could do was hug him and say bye. There were just too many people around.
I couldn't find the courage to kiss him in front of them. I was too afraid.
So after hugging and saying goodbye, I got off the subway car. I was so
tired,
I hadn't realized I was going the wrong way down the platform for a few
seconds,
so I turned around. And there was Andrew, just a few feet away from me.

"I thought you said I'd get a goodnight kiss." he smiled.

So we kissed right there on the subway platform. A lady was walking down the
platform and saw us and just stared. I was so happy that we kissed without
having
to hide how we cared for each other.

All I could think about that night was Andrew. Our relationship was turning
out
to be something really special. I couldn't be sure... but I think I was
falling
in love with him.

***


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