Date: Sun, 03 Aug 2003 23:18:07 +0000
From: Matt417 _ <dressedtokill41787@hotmail.com>
Subject: It's Gonna Be Love - Chapter 1

Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction and involves romance
between teenage boys.  If this offends you, stop reading! I don't mean stop
reading altogether, I mean don't read this.  In fact, if romance between
young boys offends you, and you're still reading this, there's something
wrong with you.

This is my first work of fiction that I've submitted, though there are
others that I've completed but not yet submitted. I'd appreciate any
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Copyright (c) 2003.  All Rights Reserved.

It's Gonna Be Love - Chapter 1
By Matt417

"Don't...touch...me," He growled menacingly.

The boys only laughed at him.

"I'm serious, you guys. Once more and I'll get you all suspended."

"Jameson, you ain't gonna tell nobody. If you do, I'll kill you," said the
leader of the pack.

The leader started to walk away, but stopped, and gave him one last kick to
the ribs. Ryan Jameson winced in pain, but held back the cry that came so
close to coming out.

"Same time tomorrow, Jameson," said the leader.

With that, he left and was followed by his goons.

Ryan Jameson had been picked on since the seventh grade. While the other
boys his age were already hitting puberty, Ryan's body only started to
develop later on. As the other boys started to grow, Ryan was a prime
target since he was only 4'11" at the time. By the time he was 15, he'd
grown a bit to 5'3", but still too small for a boy. Mrs. Jameson always
told him to be strong.

"In our family, we hit puberty a little later than other people. But it
comes, that I can guarantee you. So don't you worry, honey. You'll grow."

Ryan was short, but he ate healthy, and stayed in shape. What he lacked in
body size, he made up in body definition. That was one of the only things
about himself that he was proud of.

I first met Ryan Jameson in the ninth grade. He was an alright guy, but he
was a really odd-looking guy too. His light brown hair was grown all the
way out to his shoulders, and his wardrobe seemed to consist of only
plaid. Like I said, he was about 5'3", and he was being picked on
constantly. Most of the time I felt really sorry for him. This one time, a
guy on crutches came up to him and whacked him in the balls with his
crutch. It was so fuckin' random, but everyone thought it was hilarious!
Ryan, or course, just endured it all, and continued on his way as if
nothing had happened. When you're picked on that much, it's hard to make
friends I guess. Nobody wanted to be friends with Ryan Jameson. If he had
had any friends, they would've been labeled 'uncool' by association. And
even the already uncool kids didn't risk befriending him in fear that they
too would be picked on.

I don't know how Jameson lived with himself. He had a fucked up background
and social life. His parents had divorced when he was six years old, but
then again, that's not so uncommon these days, is it? His father had been
cheating on his mother, so his mother promptly used it to her advantage and
filed for divorce. His father was a successful stockbroker, so Mrs.
Jameson was set up with a fuckin' huge settlement. Despite their wealth,
the Jamesons kept their spending discrete and reasonable. They lived in a
two-story home in the suburbs, living comfortably, but not in total
luxury. But if I were Ryan Jameson, I'd buy myself a new wardrobe and get
rid of the plaid.  Sometimes when I saw Ryan in class, I saw cuts across
his wrist.  Immediately, I felt a pang of sorrow for him. But I knew that I
couldn't help him... or rather, didn't have the courage to help him.

On the second day of school in Grade 11, Mr. Coot, my Biology teacher
assigned us to lab partners.  Of course, everybody complained about not
being able to choose their own partner, but Mr. Coot just gave us one of
his lectures.

"In life, one must be able to work with a variety of different people. A
weak man is intolerant of his peers. An average man can tolerate his
peers. But a great man can accept his peers."

"Ryan Jameson!" he yelled.

"Here," Ryan almost whispered.

"You're with Kyle Clark." Awwww fuck, I thought.

Everyone in the class except Ryan and I started to laugh. Mr. Coot tried to
calm down the class, but everyone thought it was hilarious how a guy like
me was put with Ryan Jameson.  I looked over at Ryan, and did my best to
force a smile.

Maybe this is a good time to introduce myself. My name, as you probably
know if you're reading this properly, is Kyle Clark. I guess you could say
I hang out with some popular people. I think I'm a nice guy overall. I'm
open to a lot of things, and I can be a comforting person to talk to in bad
situations. When my dad died, I said to my mom, "He's in a better place
now."  My mom only cried even more. I was only four years old at the
time. I actually remember her saying back to me, "Kyle, you're four going
on forty, you know that? And when you grow up, you'll be one hell of a
smart guy."  Actually, she was wrong. I have an average of 75%, which isn't
stunning or anything.  I'm pretty much an average teenager. I play
basketball, lift a lot of weights, but I'm not a hulk or anything.

I got to know Ryan Jameson a lot better through biology class. He was like
me in many ways. We were both the only child in our families, and lived
with our moms. It turned out that he enjoyed basketball too, but just
didn't play at school in fear of being picked on.

One day, some of my buddies asked me to come along to a party with them. I
figured it was okay since my mom was on a business trip. So we all met at
my house and left at 10 pm. The party was wild, with lots of booze-drinking
and toking. I had a couple of beers, that's it. A bunch of us went down to
the basement and socialized with girls. One girl, who looked like plastic,
came my way. Her hair was obviously dyed blond, her make-up applied a bit
too strong, and her perfume gave me a headache.

"Hey, Kyle. You remember me, don't you? I'm Michelle from your biology
class?"

Actually, I had no clue who she was.

"Umm... yeah I remember you... Michelle. So... you enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah, but you know, it could be better. I wanna enjoy you," she said
pointing her finger at my chest. She came closer and put her face to my
neck, smelling my scent (or something like that). I started to back away,
but she pushed me down on the couch, and got on top of me. She was
obviously a little drunk, and started to attack my lips and pull down my
jeans. I managed to crawl away, and asked her, "You want something to
drink?"

"Mmm... a gentleman and a stud? You've the whole package, don't you, Kyle?"

"Uh yeah sure. Be right back."

I went to look for the drinks. My buds were enjoying a bottle of rum, which
I took from them since they were piss drunk. I took the rum and mixed it in
with some punch and brought a glassful downstairs.

"Here, drink up." I said.

She chugged down the whole thing.

"Mmm... baby! That's some strong stuff. Now let's fuck."

I held her off for as long as I could to let the alcohol get in her
bloodstream. Then, I got up knowing that she was drunk as a fish, and
kissed her deeply on the lips. I said, "That's the best sex I've ever had."

She looked at me and blushed. "Mmm yeah it was. You have one hell of a
cock.  I'll see ya around then."  Obviously, we hadn't had sex, but I made
her think we did.

On the Monday following the weekend, she'd spread rumors around the whole
school that we'd fucked.

This did miracles to my reputation, as almost every guy except me lusted
after Michelle. At lunch, the guys asked me, "What was she like??"

"Awesome," I said.

"What, that's it?"

"Yeah."

"Well, apparently, you were quite a horndog, according to Michelle," said
Mike, one of my friends.

"Meh," was all I said.

"She's spreading rumors around about Ryan Jameson too. She must be jealous!
She said she caught him staring at you at least five times during class
today. She's saying he's gay, and everyone in the school is gonna know by
the end the of the day."

"Why don't people just leave the kid alone?" I asked, not really expecting
an answer.

"Well, if he's a fag, we better bust his ass," Mike said.

"Right... yeah, I gotta go, I'll see you later guys." I said, getting up.

"Wait, Kyle, listen we have a proposition for ya," said Mike.

"Yeah? And what's that?"

"We want you to be friends with Ryan Jameson. Find out if he's a fag, and
if he is, we'll pay you $200 to make out with him. Then we all go in and
kick his ass."

"No way, guys. I'm not gonna do that."

"$400 then."

"No."

"$2000."

"What??"

"There's a whole bet going around the school, you know. People are putting
down money on whether he's straight or gay. We've got $4000 from people,
but we can only give half to you."

"And you only offered me $200?"

"Hey! It's the art of negotiation! And to be honest, Kyle, you'd better do
this. The whole student body is expecting you to do this. If you don't,
lotsa people aren't gonna like it. And if you don't do it, someone else
will end up doing it anyway."

I had to think long and hard about this.

"I'll get back to you."

"Just keep an open mind, bud."

I left quickly, and tried not to think about it. If I didn't do it, someone
else would do it anyway. I may as well earn $2000 easy. I already had
Ryan's trust. I'd gotten to know him pretty well in biology class. It would
be easy.

The next day, I got back to Mike and told him I would do it. He was
thrilled of course, and told me how much of a good friend I was. I talked
to Ryan in biology class. He seemed a bit nervous, probably because he'd
heard the rumors going around about him.

"Hey, Ry, you okay? You look nervous or somethin'."

"Yeah, I'm good." He replied.

"You sure? If you wanna talk to me, it's okay ya know."

"Thanks, Kyle."

"Are you up for some b-ball today?" I asked.

"What? Me? Basketball? With you?" he said stuttering.

"Yeah, if you don't wanna, it's okay."

"No! No. I do. I mean yes, when can I come over?"

"How's 4pm sound?"

"Great."

"Cool. You any good?"

"I try," he said.

We met at 4:00 pm as scheduled. I saw him walk up my driveway from my
window. I was stunned, to say the least. He actually wasn't wearing plaid!
He was in a Lakers jersey, with a Nike cap on and adidas tear-aways. Damn,
he looked pretty good. Wait, you're not supposed to say that about guys,
are you?

I came outside, dressed similarly to him, and we warmed up taking some
shots first. Then we worked on our lay-ups. He was pretty good. We played
one-on-one, and to my surprise, the little shit beat me. He was small, and
I thought I was almost a foot taller than him, though he seemed taller now.
Ryan was awesome on defense. The only shots I got in were by fluke. I was
even a bit embarrassed to be beaten by this guy.

"You're damn good."

"I said I try."

"So do I, but you're kickin' my ass." I said.

"You're surprised?" he asked.

"Well... yeah. I mean, I thought the taller, the better. You proved me
wrong."

After a few hours of basketball, we went inside to get some drinks. We were
sweating like crazy.

"Have you grown? You looked taller out there today," I asked.

"Since September I've grown three inches," he said.

Well, no wonder he looked taller. I hadn't even noticed before.

"That makes you how tall?"

"5 foot 7. How tall are you?"

"6 foot 3. I think you're still gonna keep growing. But I've never seen
anyone grow that fast at this age."

"I'm a late bloomer," he said.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked.

He didn't say anything for a while.

"Do you-" I was about to repeat, but he held his hand up to me.

"No. But I heard you were going out with Michelle."

"No, it's not true. I barely know her."

"But you had sex with her didn't you?" he said showing a bit of anger.

"No. She was piss drunk and just thought we did. She tried to, but I
stopped her."

"Did you stop her cause she was drunk, or because you didn't like her?"

"I guess it was a bit of both." I said.

"What girls do you like?" he asked.

I suddenly didn't know what to say. Sure, I knew which girls were hot, but
I didn't wanna go out with any of them.

"There's no girls I like right now."

"Same here." He said.

Fuck, it's getting awkward, I thought. I may as well just get this over
with.

I placed my hands on his face and kissed him deeply on the lips. He was
surprised, but he seemed to enjoy it. He kissed me back. We made out, just
standing there for a few minutes. We finally pulled away to get some air,
then continued to make out. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.

No girl could ever compete with the feelings this boy made me feel. When he
kissed me, I felt a surge of energy flow through me. All of a sudden, I
felt alive as if I'd never really been living before. I found myself taking
off Ry's shirt, and he took off mine. He sucked on my neck, leaving a light
hickey. We kissed our way to his bedroom, and slowly I lay back on the bed
with him on top of me.

"Wait," he said.

I looked at him in anticipation.

"We should slow down." He suggested.

"Yeah."

So we lay on his bed just kissing each other and running our hands up each
other's bodies since we were shirtless. Ryan had lots of muscle definition.
I felt every curve of his muscles, running my fingers through his six pack,
going up the line from his abs to his chest.

We slowly drifted off to sleep, and before we knew it, it was the morning.

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I slammed on the snooze button as usual. Suddenly, Ryan jumped out of the
bed.

"It's the morning??" he yelped.

"Mmm... yeah looks like it." I said wiping my eyes and stretching.

"My mom's gonna kill me. She knows I went to your house, but not a
sleepover," He said.

"Don't worry, tell her you were here for our biology project and just fell
asleep."

"Okay." He said.

I kissed him and he melted into my arms. We showered (separately) and I
poured us some cereal. We ate quietly, occasionally rubbing our legs
together and holding hands. This was all new to me. I really liked this
boy. Did that make me gay? I'd have to think about it. I'd never really,
really liked a girl, but then again I'd never really liked a guy sexually
either.  But Ryan turned me on like nothing else I'd ever experienced.

I drove us to school that day, and people were not surprised to see him
coming out of my car. They must've figured that it was part of the bet.

I saw Mike and my other buddies at lunch that day, and of course he asked
me about my progress with Ryan.

"I heard you drove him to school today."

"Yep. I did."

"Well? Come on, details please."

"He's straight," I lied.

"What??"

"I tried to kiss him, but he told me to stop. He said he's not gay."

"No way! But Michelle... she said she was positive."

"She said she saw him staring at me. That means nothing," I said.

"Damn. I put in $50 saying he's gay."

"Your loss." I said.

"You like the kid, don't you?" he said.

I froze. What could he mean by that?

"He's a good guy, I dunno why everyone treats him so bad."

"Why do you bother sticking up for him?"

I could tell that an idea had struck him when he looked dumbfound for a
moment.

"He is a faggot, isn't he... You're just trying to protect him," he said.

"No... he's straight. Trust me."

"Look, Kyle, I'm trying to trust you right now. But recently, you've been
one shitty ass friend, you know that?" He pointed out angrily.

"Mike, just chill, k? It's not a big deal. I've known you since we were 10.
Don't you trust me?"

Yes, it was true that I knew Mike since we were 10, but it's also true that
he'd always been an asshole. I think it runs in his family, 'cause his dad
was an ex-military guy and he's an asshole too. Socially, he was good to
have around. But as a friend, I knew I couldn't trust him.

After school, I went out to look for Ryan. I wanted to see him again and
maybe come back to my place or just go to his place. His locker was in a
different hall from mine.  I think it was in the business hall. His bag was
still in his locker because I could see the strap coming out of the door. I
walked down the hall towards the exit. Maybe he was outside. I heard voices
coming from the bathroom. And I heard someone cry out.

'RYAN!' I thought. I ran into the washroom and the sight horrified
me. There was Ryan curled up in a ball being kicked by Mike and all my
buddies. Mike's zipper was open and his cock stood out, erect.

"Kyle? Come on in, we're gonna get this guy to suck us all off. That'll
show the faggot, and he is a faggot."

I exploded with anger and leapt on top of Mike. I brought punch after punch
down on his face. His nose poured out blood and I think some of his teeth
were falling loose. The other guys backed away and left the washroom. Mike
was barely conscious. I went over to Ryan and brought him close to me.  I
embraced him and kissed him, making sure he was alright. His ribs weren't
broken, but bruised along with his back. I brought him out of the washroom
and carried him over to my car. At my place, I took care of some of his
cuts and put some muscle balm on his bruises. I looked him up in the phone
book and called his mom, telling her that Ryan was working very hard on a
biology project at my house.

For a while I just stood there and watched Ryan sleep. He woke up later
that night and we talked a bit about what he'd been going through.

"They've been trying to get me to suck them for a few months now. I
wouldn't do it, so they just kicked me instead. They told me about the
bets... and it's true, I'm gay.  They told me that you were gonna make out
with me to see if I was gay."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Ryan. I took the money and I did kiss you because
of the bet. But I found out that I liked it. I like you... you know, in
that way," I said shifting uncomfortably.  I continued, saying, "Look, I
think I may be gay too. I really liked kissing you. And don't worry, I told
the guys that you're straight. And I made sure that it got around the whole
school. Your name's cleared now. Mike and the guys are just angry 'cause
they lost the bet."

"Thank you, Kyle. Really, I mean you've made me so happy these past few
days."

"You've done the same to me, Ry."

"And you know what?" I said.

"What?" he asked.

"I think I'm falling in love with you."

And I kissed him.

Over the next few weeks, Ryan and I bonded better than two hydrogens bond
to one oxygen. Okay, bad example. But yeah, we fell deeper in love with
each other every day that we were together. Mike and my old buddies just
ignored us, and we ignored them. As I started to hang around Ryan in
school, people stopped picking on him and he started to make lots of
friends. His friends soon became my friends.

One night, we were just sitting in his basement, and I asked him, "Why is
it that you hardly ever cut your hair? You let it grow down to your
shoulders."

He blushed before answering.

"Have you heard of the story about Sampson?"

"No." I replied.

"Well it's a bible story. Don't think I'm a religious freak or something.
But when Sampson was born, God blessed him with incredible strength so that
he could defend his people from an evil nation. If he ever cut his hair
though, he'd lose all that power and never gain it back. Sometimes I feel
like Sampson, having to defend myself from people. So call me paranoid, but
I didn't like cutting my hair."

It was true. He was so strong. I know that I couldn't have lived if I was
tormented every single day of my life.

"You don't have to defend yourself anymore, Ry. We've got each other. And
I'll fight for you, whatever it takes."

"I know. But guess what? I'm gonna cut my hair tomorrow."

And he did cut it. The stylist did a great job. His long hair had been
hiding his electrifying blue eyes. And his new haircut was stylish. He
looked like he could be an Abercrombie & Fitch model. I thought it looked
awesome on him. His light brown hair had some natural blond highlights in
them. That night, we had some... very memorable memories.

Eventually, his self esteem grew too. He stopped wearing his old plaid
shirts and started to get with the new fashions. He seemed to like
Abercrombie and Fitch a lot. It suited him well, and he assured me that he
didn't buy their clothes because of their catalogues.  Ryan grew up to
5'10" by the end of the Grade 11 school year, and he still had that sexy
defined body. He was getting more and more sexy, sometimes we had sex 6 or
7 times a day because I couldn't get enough of him. Ryan became quite
popular with the girls, and he was accepted as a friend to a lot of the
guys at school. We played on the basketball team together in second
semester. He found it easier to join because nobody was making fun of him
anymore. I could easily say that he was one of the most popular guys in
school.

He didn't have to thank me for that. I saw in him something that nobody
else could see. I only brought out those qualities so that people could see
them. He had a sweet personality, lots of energy, and stunning good
looks. And eventually, people fell in love with him just like I did.  And
we're still very much in love.


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