Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2012 01:38:05 -0700
From: Lover Boy <loverboystory28@gmail.com>
Subject: Lover Boy Part 4 Continuation High-School

This story is completely fictional. This is a love story between two
high-school aged boys and their relationship, any relation to person's
living or dead is coincidental. If the nature of the story offends you, or
if you are under the legal age to view this content, I ask you not to read
this. If you have any questions, comments or criticism, email me at
loverboystory28@gmail.com.


	I awoke the next morning feeling hot and uncomfortable. I tossed
the blankets away from me before I realized that it was really Bobbie that
was making me sweat, and not in a sexual way. Sleeping on his bed together
after we fell asleep last night, we had worked ourselves into a tangled up
position on his bed. Built to typically hold two people, both of us
squeezed into the middle by all the blankets left us skin to skin, with my
arm under Bobbie's arm and his face resting in the curve of my shoulder. As
good as his breath felt in the sensitive parts of my neck, his body on top
of mine meant that I was roasting alive in bed. Bobbie wouldn't be awake
for another hour or so because it was the weekend, meaning I would have to
sit as my boyfriend slowly killed me with his body heat.

	I tried to move my body underneath him, to wiggle free while he
slept like a log, I wasn't going anywhere. Rather than fight with my guy, I
simply relaxed and felt his body against mine for a second. My heart leapt
with joy as I realized that, for the longest time, all I had wanted was
Bobbie lying next to me like this, just the feeling of being held by the
guy I had grown to love for the last 4 years. My best friend, now turned
boyfriend was lying next to me and I felt content for the first time in a
while that I had found the one thing that was missing in my life.

	Shifting a little, I had felt that the pair of shorts I had slept
in last night had bunched up in the back while we were asleep, probably
from all the moving around Bobbie did while we were sleeping. Tugging on
the sides of my shorts to pull them down, I had become aware that, at some
point during the night, Bobbie had snuck his body as close to me as
possible, the front of his body directly touching the back of mine. As was
common for 16 year old boys in the morning, there was a rather shapely lump
pressed directly against my butt.

"Uhh.... Bobbie... earth to Bobbie"

	Seeing as he was still snoring loudly in his sleep, he did not
respond when I whispered to try and wake him. He moved around on the bed,
pushing his crotch into my body even harder. I could feel Bobbie's
'manhood' pressing into me, my sharp intake of breath was turned into a
stifled whimper. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as I blushed
harder than I had ever done before. I tried to pretend that I didn't enjoy
the feeling, but certain parts of my body gave me away. With all my
shifting and moving, I had involuntarily wrested my Bobbie from sleeping
in; I could hear my boyfriend stirring already. Awakening slowly at first,
he had let out a loud groan as he stretched out on the bed, his crotch
still pressed into me. He took a moment to reorient himself, and then
wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Hey Jay, how'd you sleep?"

"Good, I woke up a little while ago" I couldn't help but tell him "You
uhh... didn't seem to want to let me go back to sleep"

	Noticing that in that moment, his manhood was pressed firmly
against my back side, he shifted abruptly again, trying to fix himself
while he tried to cover his embarrassment with a suitable response.

"Oh god! Jay I didn't-"

I cut him short "It's okay, I'm flattered"

	I felt the awkwardness coming off him as he got up out of bad,
going to his drawers to find less loose fitting pajama bottoms to hide his
'problem'. Turning around to face him, I locked eyes with the sizable tent
in his sweats.

"I'm still a growing boy Jay, I can't help it"

	Putting on a shirt, I loved the way his body looked with or without
a shirt on, his body was spectacular, his lean body was perfectly framed in
the t-shirt he slipped on. His body was realistic, his arms and chest were
a nice size, and while his stomach was not a model's perfect six pack, the
way his stomach look naturally slim was much more attractive than any gym
addict's. It was so Bobbie, so naturally fit that he didn't need to do 700
crunches a day.

"I don't think it needs to do any more growing"

	Winking at him, he just smiled back at me. I got up after him,
putting on one of his shirts because I hadn't prepared another set of
clothes for their unexpected evening the night before. His shirt was a
whole size bigger than what I normally wore, I didn't worry about it. It
wasn't like we had anything planned today other than chilling around the
house. Following him out the door of his room, he went downstairs to go
meet his Mom and Dad for breakfast. The second we sat down at the table in
the dining room, his parents, the horrible people they were, began making
jokes once they saw I was wearing Bobbie's clothes

" What were you two doing last night? Waited until we fell asleep or what?"

	Bobbie hit his Dad as I sat down, the McAdams were a different type
of family, but I had always thought their quirkiness was a refreshing
change from the way my own conservative family. The McAdam's were the most
accepting people in the entire world, they had accepted Bobbie when he came
out to them months ago, and helped him every step of the way to push us
together. They even gave him the idea to take me to the park yesterday,
knowing I could never say no to their son. They were everything I wished my
parents were, even if they were my boyfriend's.

"Oh Michael, stop it, you know Bobbie is a good kid"

	Mrs. McAdams appeared from the kitchen, carrying a plate of
pancakes and eggs in each hand. Smiling at her husband, she set the
breakfast on the table, as she joined in the conversation herself

"I remember when he first met you Jamie, he would stress himself out every
day worrying about what he looked like, and how his hair looked, it was
adorable."

	I could see Bobbie squirming in his seat as his parents told me
about every single embarrassing story, not sparing a single detail. As much
as Bobbie hated when his parents brought up their memories of their awkward
adolescent son, I thought it was really sweet that they loved every little
thing about their gay son.

"And remember when he fell in love with Nick Jonas when he was 13? He made
us buy him tickets to go see the concert.."

	I was the biggest fan of the Jonas Brothers back in 8th Grade, and
unknowingly, Bobbie was too. After a second I was able to put two and two
together.

"You we're going to buy me Jonas Brother's tickets weren't you?!"

" Remember how you had a picture of them on your binder in 8th Grade? I
thought maybe if we went together, you would like me"

	I grabbed Bobbie from behind and gave him a hug, he could really be
a sweetheart when he put some effort into it. We ate breakfast quickly,
talking about what happened to us yesterday and why we were so late for
dinner. His parents laughed it off, telling us it was okay to be late for
dinner, but if I made Bobbie late again, there would be (imaginary)
consequences.

	We spent much of the rest of the day sitting around the house, not
too interested in doing anything else but spending time with each
other. Picking out a movie from his parent's collection, Bobbie and I
cuddled up together on that windy fall afternoon, watching Speed, with
Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock. Bobbie was a sucker for any movie from the
80's and 90's, he cuddled up next to me, lying his head across my shoulder
while he watched TV.

	His face resting against my shoulder, I stole a kiss on his cheek
while he was busy watching the movie, completely distracted; he didn't even
notice as I started playing with his hair.

"Hey! McAdams!"

	My boyfriend, so unable to focus that he let his head slide off my
shoulder, bumbling at the sudden jerk in his neck, rested his head in my
lap instead. Looking down at him, he was looking up at me. His beautiful
teal eyes told me more about how he felt than anything else in the
world. He loved me, really truly did, and I wanted nothing more than to
give him the same love in return. I spoke first, hoping not to ruin the
wonderful silence that had occurred between us.

"I love you"

"Love you too"

	It was better than any conversation I could have had with him; more
telling about ourselves than the thousands of conversations we've had while
we were best friends. We had been connected on such a personal level, it
was a wonder if we could ever go back to being just friends after this. But
I stowed the fear in the back of my mind, hoping that I did not show on my
face the worry I felt at becoming so emotionally open to someone. Looking
back at him, he showed a concern for something else entirely, although it
was a more superficial desire.

"Lemme watch the movie Jay!"

	After Speed ended we spent the rest of the day lying around, his
parents taking us out to dinner where we discussed all the crazy stuff that
had been going on in our lives besides our relationship, like how my music
was coming along, or how Bobbie was doing in school. We had rounded out the
night by going to get frozen yogurt, and when we got home, his parents went
to bed. We stayed up playing video games until way past midnight, where we
decided to go for a late night drive.

"Bobbie you idiot! what if the cops catch us out past curfew?"

"Don't worry, we'll park in front of someone's house, they wont check down
these streets at 2 A.M."

"You sound like a criminal! If we get caught..."

"We'll be fine, you worry too much Jay"

	He drove half way across town, and taking a right past our High
School, he ended up in some dark cul-de-sac at the far end of the
street. The city never placed street-lights down residential streets,
meaning it was pitch-black save the lone porch-lights that gave off just
enough light to tell where the street was.

	Parking the car in front of someone's house, Bobbie turned on the
radio, drowning out the unbearable silence of the night with the CD we were
listening to yesterday. With no one but us awake in the dead of night,
Bobbie felt comfortable enough to begin the conversation, holding me close
to him with the fall night's chill on our breath.

"Sorry the jeep isn't very warm, I just thought it looked cool when we
bought it"

"Its fine, I just wish I brought my jacket"

	Pulling me closer to him, I began to understand why I had gotten so
uncomfortable in his bed, he was like a oven; even without his own jacket,
his body had always ran warmer than usual. But now, it was a godsend, as I
moved closer to his body, I could feel the chill of the night leave me as
he warmed me up. Picking up the conversation, Bobbie looked like he had
something on his mind.

"Jay, I have a weird question"

"A dirty question or a legitimate question?"

"Legitimate. When did you know you liked me?"

"Definitely in 8th Grade, what about you?"

"7th, back before we even became friends, how do you think we met?"

I had thought back to it, and while there was clearly a mutual attraction,
I didn't understand what it was until I had become aware of it, we did
become friends in an abrupt way, it certainly made a lot of sense that we
became friends because Bobbie was attracted to me.

"Great, our whole friendship was just because you wanted to get in my
pants"

He chuckled at my statement, and teased me by tickling my ribs, before he
continued with another question.

"This one's dirty. Have you ever dreamt about me?"
	Looking at him oddly, I had nothing to hide, I had actually dreamt
about Bobbie dozens of times, sometimes they were romantic and
heartwarming; other times, they got pretty physical.  "If you must know, I
have had dirty dreams about you" "How dirty did they get?"
	I felt like Bobbie was beginning to push it, but who else could you
talk to about dirty dreams than your boyfriend? I divulged my little
secrets, I felt confident enough in telling him anything, I couldn't see
why this was any different.  "You and Me, in your bed"
	I felt him move his shoulders around tensely, he was never subtle
about himself when he was aroused.  "Alright, a dirty and legitimate one"
"Shoot cowboy" "Was I..." He got flustered again "... any good?"
	I couldn't contain the sudden giggles that erupted from my chest,
he was such a little boy about things some times, insecure was definitely
something that never described Bobbie before, it was an odd change.  "Well
it was never bad, but certain fantasies couldn't live up to the real
thing. You've got quite the tool there McAdams"
	Ending the conversation there, my reassurance of Bobbie's
insecurities meant that our physical relationship, though it didn't exist
yet, was off to a good start. Getting a little worked up, I pulled myself
into the back of the jeep, he quickly followed behind me, laying back next
to me, the jeep more than big enough for the two of us to fit in the
back. The track turned to "Under the Cover of Darkness" by the Strokes, and
at that point, we kind of lost our composure.
	One thing lead to another, and we began kissing in the back of his
jeep, we quickly forgot about insecurities and began to explore that
unknown side our relationship. I had gotten too handsy with Bobbie and
worked him up, and I could tell by the way things were escalating that
maybe working him up wasn't the best idea. We were teenagers, we were prone
to random outburst of physical desire, but somewhere between me kissing
passionately on his neck and reaching for the zipper on his pants, Bobbie
stopped me.

"What's wrong?"
	He reached towards me and grabbed the sides of my shoulders, it was
a thing that Bobbie did when he was nervous; he did it a lot when we
watched scary movies or something startled him, it meant he was wasn't okay
with what was going on. Looking at him, I could tell what was bugging him.
"Sorry I got you all flustered, I kind of got lost in the moment, I hope I
make you upset" "Don't apologize Jay, we're into each other yah but..."
	Predicting what was coming next, I felt so stupid for pushing him
out of his comfort zone with my sudden onset of lust. He wasn't ready for
the physical side, and I threw myself at him.  "You don't want to spoil it
with sex right? You must think I'm the worst..."  "That's not true, You
mean a lot to me Jamie, I don't want you to think I only want the sex"

	Getting back into the driver's seat, Bobbie patted the passenger
side, waiting for me to get back into my regular position in his
car. Sliding back into the seat, I looked at him while he tried to start
the car. He had a look on his face like I was upset with him, his twinkling
eyes filled with regret, which only made him more endearing. I meant more
to him than having sex, and despite being a horny sixteen year old boy, he
would ignore the obvious desire we had for each other and save the sex for
when we were ready. I grabbed his hand and pulled it close to me.

"I guess us being together awakened more in me than I thought, I think it's
really sweet that you care that much. I love you enough to wait, don't
worry"
	He stayed silent for a second, like he was mulling something in his
head before he answered.  "I love you too Jay, Please don't think less of
me for it" "Are you kidding, I think I love you even more for telling me to
stop, I bagged a good one with you"
	Giving a reassuring smile, he started the car, driving back towards
his house, where his parents would probably have a million questions for
where we went at 2 in the morning, but hopefully, they wouldn't pry too
much.

***

Notes: Thank you again for the people who wrote in, I'm sorry that the last
chapter may have ended up a little crazy, it was my mistake. I tried to
make the relationship between Jay and Bobbie a little more realistic by
having them be honest with each other, revealing a lot about who they are
by making such a decision. Next chapter will be dealing more with their
friendships and school life as Monday rolls around, it'll be out next
Saturday like it usually is.