Date: Wed, 29 Oct 2003 06:36:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Randy <usam1a2mbt@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joey and Joshua: Prelude, Chapter 2, rewritten

Joey and Joshua: The Prelude.
Chapter 2: Love Revealed.
By Randy P.

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Disclaimer: These stories are a work of fiction and
contain descriptions of homosexual sex. Any
resemblance to real people or events is coincidental.
If this type of material offends you, or if you are
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Note on the Prelude: This prelude is written to
provide for the setup of the main story involving Joey
and Joshua and contains time gaps that may or may not
be expanded in the future.

Dedication: This series is dedicated to my first true
love, Scott. I'll never forget the fun and love we
shared, Scott. I miss you terribly. I've decided to
call one of the characters Scott in this story as a
tribute to what we had, love.

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I didn't know how I was going to deal with this. What
was I feeling? Could a 13-year-old and a 16-year-old
truly love each other? The wonderful moment we had
together changed everything I thought I knew about
love. Oh, I wanted so bad to hold him in my arms and
gaze into his liquid brown eyes. I wanted to pleasure
him, to be pleasured in return. With crystal clarity,
one thought came through the jumble of emotions I
felt: I loved Scott. I really don't know how long I
had subconsciously loved the kid. My next thought was
does he truly love me? Or was it just the lust of a
teenager just exploring a new part of his life? I
think he'd already proven that in my arms on the couch
when I asked him what he would do if I had left.  I
think I owned him an explanation.

I heaved myself off the bed, and felt my shorts begin
to tent again as I anticipated seeing that handsome
kid again. Oh man. Just as I reached the door, it flew
open, hitting my semi-rigid rod, causing me to groan
in agony and clutch my privates, falling to the floor
on my back. In the door was Scott.  Taking in the
sight, he began chuckling, which quickly turned into
doubled over hysterical laughter.

I sat up and screamed at him, "Don't you know how to
knock?"

That was all he needed to collapse on the floor
howling. This annoyed me so much that I quickly got up
and jumped on top of him and tickled his ribs while
trying to ignore the ache in my groin. He tried to
force me off, but didn't have the strength to move me.
I quit when his face started to tinge with the
blueness of oxygen deprivation and he began to gasp. I
waited until he got some breath back and gave him a
solid head-spinning kiss.

"Wow," was all he could say. "What did I do to deserve
that?"

Climbing to my feet, I extended my hand to him, helped
him up, and pulled him onto the bed where we got into
comfortable sitting positions.

"Scott, I owe you an explanation for calling you
babe," I started.

He interrupted, "Josh, it's okay. You didn't mean it
bad."

"Let me finish, okay?" I got out in a rush.

He quieted down and looked at me with those adoring
puppy-dog eyes.

I just melted and finished, "I did that because I love
you, babe."

He took a moment to digest that, and to my surprise,
launched his body at me, pinning me on the bed. He
slapped such a hard kiss on me that my head swam with
the force he'd applied. My passion for him simply took
over, and I wasn't even aware that we were stripping
each other without a care for the consequences.  We
were focusing on what we were feeling. He quickly had
my rigidity in his mouth and was sucking for all he
was capable of.

I grabbed him by the shoulders and said, "Wait! Let's
try this a different way." Motioning him to lay on his
side, I quickly repositioned myself so my head was
where his swollen dick was and told him, "You suck me,
and I'll do the same for you. Whatever you do, I'm
going to swallow whatever you produce. Up to you what
you want to do with the stuff on your end."

Looking at his face for a reaction, all I saw was a
nervous smile. I began gently sliding my tongue down
the side of his shaft, causing him to moan and
involuntarily bite me softly. That set me off even
more and I nearly blew, but somehow I managed to keep
it from happening. We slowly brought each other to
orgasm, enjoying each other's body. He climaxed first,
his shuddering body causing me to shoot my load into
his waiting throat. Oh man, that was so intense I was
barely able to keep sucking him. When we were both
done, he crawled around and lay facing me, kissing me
tenderly with a silly, goofy grin.

"I think I'm starting to get the hang of this.  The
cum made me gag a little bit, but I managed not to
spit any up. It tasted so sweet. Did you taste
anything from me?" He asked in an anxious tone.

"I could taste a little pre-cum, the stuff you get
before it's mixed with the cum and it tasted good. I
don't think you are too far off from shooting, my
little lover."

"Is that what I really am now? Your lover?"

"Scott," I replied, giving him a hug of assurance,
"you mean more to me than anyone else I've ever been
with. I don't know why I feel this way, but I do. I
want every part of you, I love every little quirk that
annoys me- and I can't get enough of you."

With that, he hugged me with tears in his eyes, and
reached for my shaft. I rolled over on my back as he
began to stroke me again, playing with my nipples as
he did so. It was so enjoyable I just lay back with a
smile as he took his time and brought me to yet
another orgasm, the third of the day, and blew another
load of cum. I repeated the exact same process to him-
and I swear, there was little more pre-cum this time
than before.

Afterwards, we laid there exhausted in each other's
arms. When we heard the front door slam shut, we
hurriedly got dressed and headed out to the living
room to greet my parents and just kept going out the
front door.

"Want to play more basketball, lover?" Scott asked.

I gave the area a quick look around and said, "Be
careful when you say that. We don't want anyone to
find out just yet, do we?"

"Sorry, Josh," he contritely answered. "Do you?"

"I guess I could give it a try, but I'm so wiped right
now, it'll be hard to challenge you."

"Me too. I think I'm just gonna sit and enjoy the
shade." We headed for our little secluded spot where
we had first kissed and laid there talking about
sports, just enjoying each other's company.

During the next two weeks, we took every opportunity
we could to be together, even managing to wind up on
the same teams together playing with the neighborhood
guys. I knew some of them were starting to get a
little suspicious of our closeness, but I honestly
didn't care. Scott was my lover, and I was his. We
even managed to get our parents to agree to let us set
up a tent in my backyard and let us sleep out there
for over a week. Of course, we made love several times
a night, finding new places in our bodies to pleasure
ourselves. Those were the best weeks of my life up to
that point, just being with that handsome little brat
who had stolen my heart completely.

Then the inevitable happened, as it always does. We
were in my bedroom, and just had finished making love,
pulled up our shorts, and was kissing with him on top
of me. And wouldn't you know, just at that moment,
someone choose to knock at my door. As my dad walked
in, Scott fell off me unto the floor! It literally
took me a second to recover and struggle to sit up. He
took in our disheveled appearances, our positions, and
just stared.

I managed a shaky smile and brightly said "Hi, Dad!"
Scott fell over laughing and my dad just managed a wan
smile. I thought to myself, we just outed ourselves.

But to my surprise, he only said, "Guess I need to get
a lock for this door. Don't forget the cookout is in
an hour."

Crap, I had forgotten the monthly cookout between
Scott's family and mine. Dad started to say something
else, but just turned around and walked out, closing
the door behind him. Scott and I exchanged worried
glances.

"Do you think he knows?" Scott worriedly asked.

"I really have no idea. I'm sure he suspects something
from the looks he gave us. Sure didn't help any that I
clearly had a boner," I worriedly said. I continued,
"I guess we had better talk about what it means to
'come out' and some of the dangers involved in that."

Scott sat on the floor and listened as I explained,
"To 'come out' means that people are informed one way
or another that you are gay, without much regard for
the consequences. Once you come out, there's no really
turning back from such a position. It also means
accepting what you are, without any regrets. There are
some people who hate homosexuals to a point where they
will literally attempt to harm you.  They are called
'homophobes', and they are not a very nice bunch of
folks. Do you remember Matthew Shepard?"

"Yeah, I heard mom and dad talk about that once. He
was some gay kid in college that got beaten up and
left outside to die, wasn't he?"

"Yes. Some people in a bar decided they just didn't
like him and stated that he 'looked at them funny' or
something and decided to teach him a lesson. They beat
him up, tied him to a fence post out in the country,
naked, and left him to die in 30-degree weather after
hitting him on the head with a pistol. A guy who was
out riding the next morning found him and took him the
hospital where he died soon after."

Scott shivered, his expression a mixture of sadness
and fear. "But why? All we do is love each other!"

"Because they are afraid of something different. If
you decide you want to come out to your parents, we
can do that. Or we can just say nothing and be a
little more careful. I'm already out, so people expect
me to be having sex with guys. You are not. It's a
risky choice, Scott. But I also want you to know I
will be there for you whatever you decide," I assured
him.

He drew his knees up to his chest in what I recognized
as his "thinking pose". After what seemed like an
eternity, but was only five minutes in reality, he
quietly said, "Josh, I'm gay. I guess I'm going to
have to tell my parents and I think it'll have to be
sooner rather than later."

I waited for a moment, and then asked carefully,
"Scott, do you want to become boyfriends? That means
we are totally committed to each other, meaning no
sexual relationships with or chasing after other boys
or girls. Would you want to do that with me?"

He just jumped to his feet, jumped on the bed, landing
in my arms, giving me a huge hug and quick kiss. He
managed to get out "yes" before he started tearing up.
I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the deepest
contentment and happiness I'd ever felt.

Unbeknownst to me, my parents were discussing us in
the kitchen.

"Honey, we need to talk about something," my dad said.

"Todd, What's wrong?" My mom asked after one look at
my dad's uneasy expression.

"Helen, I'm started to get concerned about Scott and
Joshua. I'm not quite sure, but I think they've been
having sex or are thinking about it."

Helen's jaw dropped as she considered the implications
of that statement. "Well," she slowly replied, "we
always knew that Joshua would become involved with
someone sooner or later."

"Yeah, but with Scott? Brad and I were always
concerned this might happen."

"Todd, I'd rather it is someone we know and trust than
some punk at school on drugs or doing heaven knows
what else, getting Joshua into trouble of one sort or
another. Joshua's had it rough enough at school
already with being gay. If those two decide they want
to have a relationship, I can't say I like the idea,
but what can we do? Very little, I suspect. They've
been friends since they were little kids. In a way,
I'm not surprised. I think they are too young for
this, but honestly, what can we do, honey? Forbid them
from seeing each other? Tearing them apart if they do
have a solid relationship? I say, although I don't
want to sound like I approve, let them have their
relationship and see how it goes. It could easily be a
summer fling, over in a matter of weeks. Suppose our
parents didn't want us to see each other when we were
Josh's age. How do you think we'd have reacted?"

Todd stood there and thought a little on that, and
nodded in agreement. "I really don't have solid proof,
only bits and pieces like today." And he went on to
explain what he had noticed. "We'll wait. I'll talk to
them later."

"Todd, be careful."

"Don't nag, Helen. I'll be gentle, I promise."

After Scott and I had discussed about what coming out
meant and decided to become boyfriends, we slipped on
our shirts and went outside, taking in the aroma of
sizzling burgers and 'dogs happily making our way to
the picnic table. Dad looked up from near the table
where he was setting down a cooler full of drinks
while my mom was setting out various items for our
cookout. He gave us an odd look I've rarely seen him
use, and only when he was trying to analyze a
situation that he wasn't sure about.

 We traded looks, stopped in our tracks, turned
around, and started going to Scott's house when my
dad's voice boomed out, "Hold it you two!"

Naturally we were a little timid about going near him,
but all he said was, "Josh, help your mom with getting
some stuff out of the house. Scott, please help your
mom."

Maybe it was the way he stressed the world "out" that
made us look at each other worriedly, but we obeyed
without a word.

A few minutes later, the Bumars and we sat down to
eat. Scott and I were across the table from each other
on one end. During the course of the meal, our bare
feet kept touching each other's, making us more than a
little horny. Scott's parents seemed oblivious to what
was occurring between us, and my dad, sitting next to
me, kept shooting glances at us. I figured he knew
something was up.

After a half-hour of this, my dad beckoned to both of
us, "Come on boys. Let's get the dessert out of the
fridge." Again, the word "out" seemed stressed
somehow.  That gave me a very uncomfortable feeling
for some reason. Brad, Scott's dad, looked up in
surprise at my dad's tone of voice, causing my dad to
give him a look that clearly said `LATER'. After we
got into our house, Dad confronted us.

"Alright boys, I think I know exactly what's doing on.
How long have the two of you been having sex?"