Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 22:48:10 EST
From: forty40eleven@cs.com
Subject: 'Labored Love' {Matthew Bolda-1} (HS bb)

This story is about love between two males. It is not focused on purely
sexual relationship, but may involve some sexually explicit scenes in
further chapter. If you do not with to read such material, or you are not
of legal age in your area, please return to the archive now.

OK, this is my first story. My friends liked it, so I decided to post
it. Thanks to John and Adrienne for you support and editing
expertise. Enjoy.

-Matt-


Labored Love Chapter 1

	It was spring. The air was fresh, flowers were blooming, and the
guys were struttin' their stuff. My name is Eric. I love this time of
season. If you haven't guessed by now, I'm gay. I've know since I was
thirteen. His name was Andrew. I don't know what that name means, but it
must be something along the lines of, "Mature for his age." The boy was my
stallion, in more ways than one. He moved and I was sad, although I have
the feeling that he wasn't really gay, he was just in it for the
pleasure. I have been fairly dormant since then. One or two flings, but
guys are real jerks and most don't know what they want. I am eighteen and a
senior in high school. I think I know what I would like, a nice caring guy,
some looks, and... endowed.

	I've been watching this one particular guy for a couple of months
now. He is so incredibly amazingly outstandingly, I can't fathom a word,
hot. And that was bundled up in his winter attire. This is my first day to
lie in the park and draw. I wanted to wait until the flowers were in bloom,
the trees had all their leaves, and it was hot enough to go shirtless.

	I love to draw. I am really good at still life, but I think I am
more than adequate with life. I guess I will just have to get better with
practice. O, look, here comes Ryan. I can't say how many pictures I have of
him in my collection. If I can't sleep at night, I'll draw him from memory,
well half memory half imagination. He is athletic, so I can only imagine he
would have a sculpted body. He is so charming, I can't think of a person
that doesn't like him. He is also by far the most popular boy in school. He
always has girls hanging around him; the little tramps. Once I wish I could
just run my hand against his unblemished cheek and down his perfect pecs...
I should probably stop there.

	I think he is dating the head cheerleader. The only reason he
hasn't been my obsession since school started is because he transferred in
from the city around November. He sits next to me in math, and we have
Physics together; too bad there's no Chemistry.  I guess for all his
physical ability he doesn't have the strongest mind, which is where I come
in. He usually gets me to walk him through his problems in class. He always
tells me that if I show him the problems step by step in class, then he
doesn't have a problem with the homework. His smell is impossible to
describe. I think it is a mix of his cologne and his soap. I can always
smell him, especially when he leans over me to check his answers. I just
breathe in his scent when he does that, I can't believe he has never
noticed. In physics we have tables instead of desks. We had an odd number
of students in the class and I knew the teacher, or rather he knew of my
abilities in math and science, so he decided it would be good to have the
new student be put with me. Well, back to the more important matter, Ryan,
who usually is touching me, leg to leg and arm to arm, during the labs. It
makes me melt. Sometimes he even has to get my attention back on the lab
instead of daydream. Even though it is always about him.

	Our physics teacher, Mr. Michaels, was a very cool teacher. He gave
a lot of lab lessons. Mrs. Harpy, well she is my favorite. Her last name is
a small indication of her temper. I don't think she ever lost it in front
of me, I just heard the stories, mostly from her. She was funny, clever,
and a really good teacher. All my teachers like me, I don't really like
school, though. I like guys and I like drawing them. Ever since I met Ryan
he is about all I can think of. In class I am about the only one he talks
to. Outside of class we exchange greetings in the hall, but I don't say
much else to him. I see plenty of him though. I usually sit off to the side
of the commons area, with my sketch pad, drawing the crowds or a bird, but
mostly him. People never ask to see my work, I guess they got tired of
asking, everyone knows I draw in my spare time, but I have only shown one
person my work.

	My best friend is Allison. Oh my God, she is my life saver. She has
been my neighbor for as long as I can remember. She has known I was gay
since before I did. She has seen all my sketches and even asked for a
couple. I usually draw specific people for her and give those portraits to
her. She says my imagination is better than anything she could find
online. Although she is the only person I have shown my art to, she isn't
the only one to see it. One day I was in math after class, talking to
Mrs. Harpy, and when I pulled out my binder out came the art pad and opened
up for all to see. Thank God she was the only other one in the room. It
opened to a picture of Ryan sitting on a bench hunched with his arms on his
legs, smiling while talking to a friend, although I only drew him and the
section of bench he was on. Mrs. Harpy started to flip through the other
pages. She was smiling progressively more and more as she went through the
drawings. I am so glad that I keep any more than "PG" pictures at home. I
just stood there in shock. When she had her fill she turned to me and said,
"You are quite the artist. Somehow I knew you liked Ryan, but I didn't feel
it my place to pry." I was still in shock. She had to say my name a couple
of times before I came back into reality. Since then she has been
insufferable. She is always smiling and winking at me, and when I ask her
questions at her desk she will reply, "Maybe you and Ryan should put your
heads together." It's a good thing she is my favorite teacher, or I might
just kill her.

	Well back to the boys. Ryan and a bunch of random guys pulled
together a game of soccer. I love to watch them play soccer, the muscles
and the speed. Also, all that running gets them hot and sweaty, so off
comes the shirts. This is my favorite time to watch. Today I was feeling
audacious and I was lying in the sun out in the open watching the guys and
drawing. No one noticed me there because they were either playing soccer or
doing other things. Usually Allison accompanies me to the park, but today
she had a dentist appointment, so she said she would call me when she was
done then come down here with some food. Well, lying in the sun got hot and
I needed a tan so I decided to take off my shirt. After laying there
drawing for a half an hour, I rolled over and rested my eyes while my chest
tanned. I am not too bad looking myself and every so often I would open my
eyes and look around and I got the occasional glance. All of a sudden I
heard, "Eric, heads up," and then the soccer ball came flying at my head. I
flattened myself against the ground and the soccer ball bounced off my
abs. It stung a bit, but just as soon as it happened, Ryan was by my side
to see if I was ok.

"Wow. That looks like it stung."

"No, I tensed up when I saw it so it bounced off, it really happened too
quick to notice."

"Well why don't you come and join us. I think you've been sitting here
doing nothing for long enough. Plus Dwayne is about to have to leave and my
team will be short a player."

"Um, I really don't play sports and Allison is supposed to be calling me to
let me know where to meet her." I knew she was meeting me here, but I had
to say something so he wouldn't pull me into the game, I knew I would make
a fool of myself. It was hard enough to say no to him once.

"Ok, I guess I'll let you skip out this time, but you won't be so lucky
again. Make sure Allison knows it!" he said then winked at me and went back
to the game. Dwayne never left; I guess Ryan convinced him to stay.

	I was so embarrassed until Allison got there. I told her all about
what happened. I had put my shirt back on and moved into the shade after
the ball incident, but I lifted up my shirt because she wanted to see if it
left a mark. Well there was a big red circle right on my abs. All of a
sudden I heard a whistle. Ryan had apparently seen me lift my shirt and was
running over.

"Lift that back up and left me see."

I lifted my shirt and he reached down and felt where the red was. I winced
a little when he touched it.

"Ooo, I'm sorry, I thought you said it didn't hurt?"

"Well it didn't at the time."

"Maybe this will help." He kissed his hand and tapped my stomach. "It was
my fault, after all, I was trying to show off to everyone and accidentally
kicked it your direction."

"I guess I can forgive you."

"Good."

The rest of the guys had walked up right after he had kissed his hand and
touched my stomach to see the mark I had. They "oood" and "ahhhed" then
went back to the game.

As soon as they went back Allison wouldn't shut up.

"Oh my God! He is so hot. How could you keep a straight face? I would've
died. If I had a dick it would've busted through my pants as soon as he
walked up. He fucking kissed your stomach."

"He kissed his hand and tapped my stomach"

"HE TOUCHED YOU!"

"You are so gay. Why aren't you a guy?"

"Unlucky I guess. Wanna trade?"

"Not no but hell no!"

"Ugh, you're so selfish."

	Well the next day I came down with a really bad case of the flu. I
missed school for like a week. On the third day away from school, the
doorbell rang, and when I answered it, it was him...

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