Date: Thu, 1 Jul 2010 02:35:16 -0500
From: Joey Weaver <69.avid.reader@gmail.com>
Subject: Joey's Tale - Chapter 6

Hello lovers!

Here's the next chapter of my story and I sincerely hope you find it
pleasurable to read. It's a bit longer than past chapters because there was
a lot I wanted to express at this point in the story, so I hope you like
it. I would like to congratulate a dear friend of mine and reader of my
story on his 4th year anniversary with his boyfriend. May many more come
your way; I dedicate this chapter to both of you!  Also, I would want to
state that this chapter contains a bit of contact between teen boys, so if
you're offended by this material or if you don't have the legal age for you
to read it wherever you are, then stop right now and leave. The rest of you
please enjoy and comment!

Love!
Joey.

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				Joey's Tale
				 Chapter 6

Pure, unadulterated happiness. That is the only way I could describe my first
weeks of high school. They were full of joyous times with my best friends and
wonderful times with my boyfriend. Oh my God,  I still felt that rush of excitement
and disbelief that I got to call him my boyfriend. Mine and only mine. Every
moment spent with him I will treasure forever, for he made me the happiest
person alive.

Our relationship was deep in many levels. We could talk for hours on end about
the most controversial topics, discuss with dead-seriousness which Disney movie
couple was the cutest, or laugh at the most infantile jokes.

We truly were in love. I looked into his eyes and saw such a noble and gentle soul
I could not believe how lucky I was to be a part of it.

One of the moments I will forever treasure was when I was invited for dinner at his
house. I was incredibly nervous! My mom helped me pick the perfect outfit and
control my hair into a more formal fashion. I brought over some flowers for his
mother that almost lost all of their petals because my grip on them was shaking so
much. Dylan just laughed, hugged me tight and gave me one quick kiss on the
lips before opening the door of his house and letting me in.

His parents were in the living room waiting for me. His mom was beautiful! A
stunning woman with his prominent good looks and stature. I knew from Dylan
that she used to be a swimmer and even got to compete at nationals back in the
day. She truly was an imposing woman, but not as intimidating as Dylan's father.

His dad was an army veteran and he was still very much in shape! He was as tall
as Dylan and had his same intense grey eyes.

"Joey! It is so nice to finally meet you! We have heard wonderful things about you"
His mom said as she embraced me warmly.

"It is very nice to meet you too Ms. Vaught." I answered returning the hug.

"Oh please call me Jessica" She said with a smile. "And this is Robert, Dylan's
father." She said as he shook my hand and looked right into my eyes,
acknowledging me the same way his son did.

"A pleasure to meet you son." He said with a smile.

This family was everything I would dream of perfect. Suddenly I heard some noise
coming from the stairs and saw the cutest pair of kids my eyes had seen. They
had curly blond hair flying all over their faces, and huge grey-blue eyes that
looked me over unashamedly and giggled amongst themselves. They seemed to
communicate without talking, embracing the connection among them as if it was
the most natural thing in the world for their thoughts to be mingled and
intertwined.

"And these are Tom and Jennifer" Dylan said as he rushed and easily carried
them from the ground in a confusion of laughter and blond curls. They both said
hello to me from Dylan's arms and gave me a small hug. Dylan told me to refer to
them as Tommy and Jenny as they usually did.

"I hope you're hungry, dear, because dinner is ready" Jessica said. So we all
entered the dining room and took our places. I sat between Dylan and Jenny and
we all held hands as Robert led the prayer.

"Oh God, we thank you for all the blessings you have set upon us. Thank you for
bringing such joy into our lives. We're especially grateful for the presence of Joey,
who in such little time has filled our son's life with unbelievable happiness. May
many blessings be set upon him and his loved ones. Thank you for this food and
for your constant support in our everyday lives. Amen." He said and we all
responded in the same manner.

I felt tears in my eyes at such beautiful words. I could now see why Dylan was
such an incredible boy. He was surrounded by this constant love and undying
support. He held my hand under the table and warmly smiled at me before we
started digging into the food. Oh. My. God. Delicious did not even start to describe
how great it tasted.

"Jessica this food is amazing! You are a wonderful cook!" I said excitedly as I tried
all the different dishes she had prepared. I could tell she had made an extra effort
and was very pleased with herself for the excellent results.

"Thank you, Joey, you are a sweetheart." She said blushing slightly.

"Yeah, mom this is incredible" Tommy said, digging into his pasta with a face full
of meat sauce.

"Joey, you should come every day so mom will cook like this forever!" Jenny told
me in secret, clearly enjoying the meal.

That evening I felt something that I hadn't ever before. It was in that day that I
discovered that I would someday want to form a family of my own and have kids
as beautiful as these. To this day I still remember that dinner with a warm heart, as
it was the moment I decided that part of my life will be dedicated to those I love.

I thanked the Vaughts for all their care and attention and promised to return soon.
Both Tommy and Jenny kissed me good night on the cheek before going to bed.
Mr. Vaught hugged me goodbye even. It was a wonderful night.

As Dylan drove me home I told him how much I had enjoyed myself and much I
adored his family.

"Yeah, they are awesome people, and I'm so glad they loved you!" He said as he
squeezed my hand. We got home and he parked his car a little far from the
house.

He reached over and kissed my face gently, first my nose, then each of my closed
eyes, then he trailed down to my lips. He bit them playfully, and with his delicious
tongue asked for permission to enter. I granted it and felt as his tongue played
with mine. I playfully sucked on his tongue and then slowed down to a sensual
pace. Making each contact meaningful.

We made out for about fifteen minutes, through which we started to get closer. It
was awkward because we were in his car, but our pull was just too strong to
control. As I reached closer I placed my hand on his leg. If my cock wasn't fully
erect before, it definitely was now. I carefully stroked his strong, firm leg. I loved
the feeling of how defined his muscles were. He moaned at my contact, clearly
enjoying the sensation it was causing him. He put his hand over mine and
guided my movements, each time getting closer to home.

Finally our hands brushed past his erect cock, which was trapped in his tight
jeans. I swear I could've fainted. He let my hand there, barely making contact and
continued his sensuous kiss. I freed my hand from him and tentatively touched
his cock. Even through the denim I could feel it throbbing. It was huge! It felt like it
could be almost 8 inches long. I grabbed his cock through the tight fabric and
brushed my hand all along his cock's length. He had his hand resting on my
lower back and I felt him slowly moving down. His fingers got to the edges of my
pants and I sensed how eager he wanted to go in.

I felt the tip of his fingers snake under the elastic band of my briefs and touch my
bare ass. I almost came at the feeling of a warm, big, manly hand feeling my butt
cheeks, squeezing each one tenderly and a tentative finger brush between them,
ever-so-slightly making contact with my bud. That made me go crazy and I had to
stop before I came in my pants and had to explain myself to mom and Mary.

I removed my hand and gently broke our kiss.

"I'm sorry, I have to stop, or else I would... I just need to stop." I explained with a
smile. I was full on blushing, I felt all the blood in my body start circulating again.

My cock hurt from its confinement in the tight chambers of my jeans.

"That was incredible, baby" He said with the sexiest smile I have ever seen on a
boy before. "I can't wait until we're ready to take the next step, but I promise to
respect if you don't feel like you're up for it. I don't want you to do anything you're
not ready to do." He said warmly as he squeezed my cheeks one last time and
removed his hand from my pants. I instantly missed and craved the contact.

"Thank you for understanding, you truly are something amazing" I said as I kissed
him softly, innocently.

That night my head could not stop spinning of how great things were going for
me. My life could not get any better than this, I thought at the time.

That week went by incredibly fast. Every morning I would get to school and see
Dylan waiting patiently besides a tree. I adored seeing how his beautiful face lit
up every time he saw me coming. I noticed we were getting some attention from
other people, but I didn't care. Love can conquer all, can't it? I thought.

Alex was his normal self again. We kept on talking through notes all through
Spanish class.

"So, are you guys boyfriends now?" He asked.

"Yeah, he asked me a few days ago. What do you think?" I wrote back.

"I think I'm glad that you're this happy, and that he better take good care of you, or
else I'll show him how he should NOT treat anyone." He said, using bold letters
for the word NOT. I smiled at the notion of having such loyal a friend that would
protect me when I was hurt.

During lunch, Lacey told us how excited she was about the first game of the
season this Friday. Both Chris and Dylan were talking excitedly amongst
themselves about how they were going to crush the opposing team. They both
had made the varsity team and were anxious to prove themselves with the older
students. Sarah, Alex and I made plans to go to the game to cheer for our friends.

"Oh! I almost forgot! I got this for you!" Sarah said as she handed me a green flyer.
It read:

                                       Open auditions for this year's musical

                                                        Spring Awakening

                                             Sing up at the drama department,

                             Bring your own music for the auditions on Thursday!

I felt my heart stop. I absolutely adored that musical! You see here's something
about me that almost no one knew at that point. In my darkest moments, when my
life seemed to be irremediably broken, I sang. Singing has always been my way to
escape reality and set myself free. I loved the way the sound came from within me
and made me shiver as it left my lips. My mom and Mary were the only two people
to have ever heard me sing, and they always said how beautiful my voice was.

When my dad left, my mom, Mary and I would gather in mom's room and just hold
on to each other, mostly in silence. Mary would always ask for me to sing a happy
song, which I did with all my heart. Mom would always say that my voice was a
gift from the angels to nurse this broken family back to health.

Sarah did not know I could sing but knew I loved the musical. We would spend
hours on end on my room discussing musicals, clothes, boys and gossip from
school. But one thing was me admitting to my best friend in the comfort of my
room that I would love to be on stage performing and another to actually have a
chance to do it.

"You should totally try out for it, baby" Dylan said as he read the flyer over my
shoulder. I had told him my secret passion for Broadway musicals but now I
wasn't sure. I got nervous just considering going to the audition. Lunch period
ended and Sarah and I had another class together.

"So are you going to audition or not?" She asked as she linked my arm with hers
and we walked through the halls.

"I'm not sure. I would love to be in the play and would hate myself to have had
such a close opportunity and not taking advantage of it, but I could just faint if I
have to audition in front of people!" I said nervously. Sarah laughed at my nerves
and reassured me.

"I'm sure you'll do great, I'll go with you to the auditions to give you moral support."
She said as she patted my arm. We passed by the drama department and Sarah
took out a pen and wrote my name in the inscriptions sheet taped to the door. We
giggled nervously as we hurried to get to our class.

All through the week we could feel the nerves at our lunch table. Lacey would
barely sit with us as Mary had all the cheerleaders practice extra time on their free
periods. Chris and Dylan seemed tense and were sore from their intense training
sessions. And then there was me. The walking, breathing, ball of nerves that
could not even think about my audition this afternoon without wimping. I had
chosen a beautiful and simple song I've known for years: "Your song" by my Idol,
Elton John.

To this day I cannot listen to that song and think about how incredibly nervous I
was back then. As I was sitting outside the auditioning room with Sarah, we
looked around the small space at the other nervous students. The calmer ones
were the juniors and seniors; it was common in schools like mine that the leading
roles were given to the older students with more experience.

I actually wasn't paying much attention to anyone around me but Sarah, who
strongly held my hand to keep it from trembling or running away. Suddenly, Ms.
Williams, the drama teacher, announced the next student to pass for his or her
audition.

Everyone would feel the nerves as she randomly appeared and called out a
different name. All of us wished it was ours to get it over quickly but dreaded the
moment our name would be mentioned.

Suddenly I heard Ms. Williams say "Phillipe Charbonneau, it's your turn, dear."
She said this with a smile. She clearly knew who this French named guy was, so
he was very likely to be a senior. We all turned to see him. He was standing in the
corner, almost out of my sight because the room was so crowded and he had
been wearing a baseball cap. He took it off and that's when I recognized him.
He was my blue-eyed angel I had run into my first day here. He flashed his
gorgeous smile at the teacher as he made his way through the room. Just as he
passed us he looked at me and winked and then entered the room.

"What was that all about?" Sarah asked me. What was it about? He couldn't
possibly remember me, could he?

As I told Sarah about our little rendezvous on my first day here, the time passed by
so quickly I didn't realize Ms. Williams was out there again.

"Thank you Phillipe, dear" She said as he walked out the audition room. "Now we
will see Mr. Joseph Weaver" She said reading off a chart and looking through the
room. I quickly fixed my hair and stood up.

"It's me" I said calmly and approached her a bit too fast so I betrayed my
nervousness.

"Don't worry my dear, you will do great" She said as she squeezed my shoulder.

"Good luck!" I heard from right behind me. It was a deep, masculine voice I had
heard only once before. I turned and those beautiful blue eyes were on me. He
had blushed a little as he said this and quickly turned away after I weakly
mouthed thank you before closing the door.

"What will you be singing for us today, Joseph?" Ms. Williams said as she sat
between Mr. Meyer the school's choir director and Ms. Rodriguez our school's
literature professor who used to be in theatre.

"You can call me Joey, ma'am. Everyone does. I will be singing "Your song" by
Elton John" I said. My voice was not as shaky as I would've thought so I was
proud of myself.

"Ok then, let's hear it." Ms. Rodriguez said excitedly.

The music started and as I started singing I drifted off, away from the audition
room, towards my special place. Where I was safe from the world. This small
haven of mine usually only housed my family but now I could see Sarah, Alex,
Lacey and Chris sitting in a table not unlike ours at lunch. I could see Dylan
smiling warmly at me and felt his strength as I carried the song.

Just as I got to the high notes, I noticed Dylan's eyes were different.
They seemed more colored than usual, bluer if I could say it that way. I
then realized I was looking into Phillipe's eyes as I sang.

I snapped back to earth as I ended my song with a soft, long note. I let it
linger in my lips and I saw the look on the judges' faces that they had
enjoyed my song. I had enjoyed it as well, a lot. But as they told me how
great I had done and I turned to leave the room, I couldn't help but feel
weird. This one thought kept lingering in my head.

"I sang to him. My blue-eyed angel."

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I hope you all enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. My readers
have been and I hope will always be the source of my inspiration so please send
your comments and reviews to me at 69.avid.reader@gmail.com

I would like to mention that I don't own the right to any of the foreign work
mentioned in my story; I just mentioned some well-known material with no
intention of using it as my own. The musical and the song are truly favorites of
mine and I would love my readers to get to know them if you don't.

Please keep in touch! I love to get emails from my readers (especially when they
include dirty pictures!)

Kisses!

Joey