Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2012 15:05:27 -0700
From: Lover Boy <loverboystory28@gmail.com>
Subject: Lover Boy Part 6

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.

	It had been a few weeks since our `statement' in the hallway, and I
could feel the inklings of fear come back to me as it began to get passed
around the school. The gossip started off small, with only a few hushed
whispers as we walked down the hallways, but we started to feel the
public's reaction after the third day. Once it had made its way across the
school, the story of those two boys kissing in the hallway in front of
Mr. Edwards was all anyone talked about for a week straight. A gay couple
was like a double rainbow in a conservative school, a rare occurrence that
would be a wonder to see, but eventually it would fade back into the
scenery.

	Bobbie only added fuel to the flames, telling his teammates not
long after when they asked, then this classmates, and even the people who
would stare at us in the hallway. He would grab me around my waist when we
met in the hallways, or wrap his arm around me at lunch; one time he even
kissed me on the cheek in Anatomy Class when people asked if we were really
together.

       It seemed like the only person he tried to hide the growing
situation from was me; keeping conversation to little more than small talk
when we would pass each other in the hallway, other than the times he would
show off for his friends. Even when he would drive me home, he tried to
keep the discussion away from what was happening at school, hoping I would
not ask. It was as if everything about our relationship had become some
show with roles we had to play.

	For the most part we did, refusing to ignore the entire world's
sudden interest in our personal life. I did enjoy the fame for a brief
moment, gleaming with pride when girls would pass me in the hall and ask me
if that cute junior on the swim team was really my boyfriend. However,
after the curtain had fallen and the show ended, we quickly went back into
few words and gut-wrenching silence.

	With the strict code about PDA at school, to kiss in front of the
Dean of Discipline meant that we had to deal with a week of detentions
after class, most of which we actually went to. Following the detentions,
we were regularly on watch from Mr. Edwards and his other Deans, at break
and at lunch, they kept us in their sights, ready to give us another
detention the second we came within skin contact with each other. They also
cracked down on our constant absences, tardies and un-tucked shirts. It
felt like wherever we went, our relationship was becoming little more than
a show and an act of defiance.

	Eventually, our near constant stream of detentions resulted in an
emergency conference between our parents and the Dean of Discipline
himself. Luckily, he had not broken it to them that he had seen us kissing
in the hallway, most likely too disgusted by the turn of events to even
mention them to my parents, who he might have assumed were accepting.

       Bobbie's parents had a much different reaction, getting beyond
pissed at our behavior for completely disobeying what they said. Our
parents grounded us, but were still very lenient about keeping us in line,
after a few days, my parents stopped caring about what I did like always,
and I was right back in the passenger seat of Bobbie's jeep, making just
enough small talk to keep him interested in the conversation. I was
beginning to feel like Bobbie and I were cracking under the stress of our
scandal and his selfish behavior.

"Don't you think you're over-thinking things Jamie?"

	Joey Cook was one of my closest friends outside of my boyfriend and
his cousin. Sharing a band class since 6th grade, Cook, as he liked to be
called, was one of the few people I could talk to about Bobbie in my time
of distress. He was the only person who knew I liked Bobbie since 7th
Grade, when I asked him if he could talk to Bobbie on the first day of
school, and kept it to this day. We sat close enough to each other that we
could talk when we would take breaks, though we played different
instruments, he ended up directly behind me when we took our places in the
concentric arcs we played concert music in.

"In what way?"

"You know Bobbie; he does things without thinking..."

"But to tell everyone, to make some spectacle for the people around us?"

"I can't read his mind Jamie, Have you even talked to him about this?"

	Twirling his trumpet in his hands while we waited for our teacher
to begin class, he tried to balance out what he said so as to always make
him seem impartial, Cook was never big on the troubled lives of high school
lovers, but he kept what he said to an honest truth. I had not legitimately
talked to Bobbie about anything the entire week, and me telling everyone
else our problems without even considering him would only make the divide
between us even greater. Maybe I was just looking for something to be mad
about when he started to get very distant, maybe he had not even done
anything wrong.

"Fuck Joe, can't you ever just side with me on anything?"

"We agree on music, comic books and movies, that's not anything"

"True."

"By the way, have you heard that new album by Frank Ocean, pretty dope..."

	Laughing it off, we continued speaking for a good half an hour
before the conductor came back from his office and began getting us into
working order for the competitions that would start in the spring semester.

	Meeting Bobbie in Anatomy class later in the day, I tried to speak
to him but was thwarted by him falling asleep on me, collapsing into his
backpack without much more than a `Hey Jay'. Sitting through the lesson, I
took notes that, hopefully, Bobbie would need for the test that would be
next week, if we even still spoke by then.

	Putting the desire to talk to him aside for the rest of the day, I
focused on the last of my classes until lunch came around. Hardly focusing
on whatever was being taught to me, I had convinced myself that what I was
learning was not necessary, immediately sinking back into what I would say
to him in the moment we finally got a chance to talk. My mind was,
unfortunately, unable to focus on what I was going to say to him, leaving
me confused and distracted. I had no idea what I would say to him, in fact
I did not even know why I was mad, I just knew that somewhere, in the back
of my head, something about our relationship began to disconnect, like my
boyfriend was feeling something completely different from the nervous
complacency I had about our kiss in the hallway. Maybe Joey was right, I
was overthinking things.

	I found my way to our usual table at the beginning of lunch,
waiting patiently for Bobbie to show up before I went to go look for him
myself. Eventually, Kaitlyn came over to the table, looking like she had
something to tell me.

"Don't you want to go sit with your man, He and Todd went to go sit with
their swimmer buddies and he wanted you to go with him."

	I could tell from the way she looked at me that there was an
obvious look of bewilderment on my face; I had never once spoke to any of
his swimmer friends besides Todd, who normally sat with us at lunch when
the other guys were with their girlfriends. Todd was a nice young man,
quiet with light brown eyes that looked like they could do no wrong. He
kept his hair perfectly combed over like the preppy kid he was, but never
seemed to flaunt his looks. He usually was an accomplice to his rowdy
friends, so he and I had found common ground over our mutual reticence. For
the longest time I had a crush on him while I still pined over Bobbie, he
was the definition of a sweet young romantic boy that plenty of girls
lusted after. But in being so shy, he never found a way to express those
feelings for the girls he wanted to ask out.

	Finding my way across the quad and the lunch area, I had waded
through the crowded tables and chairs that the kids usually sat on and came
to the long picnic benches that the sports teams ate on during
lunch. Eyeing Bobbie at the far side of the tables, I made sure to come up
as quietly as I could behind him. Once I gotten close enough, I realized
they were caught up in some conversation, with only Todd seeing me sneak up
on my boyfriend as he focused on his friends, I said the first thing that
came to mind. Putting on my best impression of Mr. Edwards, I caught him by
surprise with my accurate imitation.

"I see your shirt's untucked again Mr. McAdams, that's a detention"

	 Bobbie had shot up immediately as I began talking, flinching into
awareness as he tried to casually push the bottom of his uniform shirt into
his shorts. Turning around, his face quickly contorted into a smile and he
began laughing, as did his teammates around him.

	"Shit Jay, you scared the crap outta me!"

	Snaking his arm around my body, he lead me into the empty seat next
to him on the bench as he sat back down, introducing me to his friends.

"Guys, this is my boyfriend, Jamie"

	Scanning the table for first impressions, I was pleased to see that
not a single one of them showed any outward sign of fear or disdain for me
being there. With nothing stopping me from being with my boyfriend and his
friends, I completely forgot the need to talk to him as I began to get
caught up in the conversation myself. One guy, a blonde haired sophomore
named Kyle, had brought up the most recent news that had been passed around
the school.

"Are you and Jamie coming to the party tonight at Leila's house? It's
supposed to be the biggest party or the year"

	Bobbie answered before I did, replying in a tone that was difficult
to read, it felt both restrained and wary at the same time.

"But those Football assholes are going to be there, you know they'll pick a
fight the second Jamie and I get there"

	The football team at school, made up entirely of hulking masses of
rage and muscle, were also deeply homophobic and often got into fights at
the parties they went to. It was only because they were popular that people
ignored the damage they caused every Friday night from becoming too
volatile when they were drunk, one of them usually having to go to the
hospital for one reason or the other. If we went to that party, we would
most likely end up with drama before we even got in.

"They talk a lot of shit, but, they just make fools of themselves and
everyone knows it"

	Another junior, a black-haired boy named Andrew pointed out that if
they got into a fight, the swim team would back Bobbie up. As relieving as
it sounded, I could not help but think that messing with the football team
was clearly an unsafe decision. Somehow understanding my feelings with just
a look at my face, Bobbie replied to him.

"You know what? I'll think about it, it's not like this is the last party
of the year anyways..."

	Getting into Bobbie's car at the end of the day, I had finally
found the time to talk to Bobbie about his actions over the past
week. Sitting quietly in the passenger's seat, we lingered in car until he
drove up to my house, where I found the energy needed to open myself up to
him.

"Bobbie, I need to talk to you"

"About what Jay?"

       Bobbie has looked concerned, like he was already aware of what was
happening, but he did not make a move, keeping his voice calm and patient
to respond to whatever would come next.

 "I want to know why you kissed me last week"

"Same reason I kiss you every week, I love you"

	Still managing to hold back on letting my anger show, I kept myself
neutral and easy sounding.

"But it feels like you're just showing me off, like I'm some trophy"

	Bobbie being Bobbie, responded with both a joke and an answer at
the same time.

"Of course, I love to show you off"

"Be serious for a second! Why are you letting our personal life become so
open at school, it feels like everyone's in our business!"

"Let them talk, it comes with going public like that Jay"

"But I didn't want to go public, why would throw me out into the public
without being there for me?"

	Staying silent for a second, Bobbie searched for the right way to
answer me.

"You... felt like I wasn't there for you?"

       Without answering him, I looked away from him, trying to hide the
truth as did the same with my face. Expecting some angry reply, I was
shocked when I felt to comfortably familiar arms wrap around me.

"Jay... I'm so sorry"

	From the sound of his voice, I could tell he was getting
teary-eyed, looking into his face, his teal eyes glimmered with the traces
of sadness in them. Returning his hug, I felt like a weight had been lifted
off of my shoulders.

"It's just that, I want people to see the boy I fell in love with the way I
do"

	Forgoing the embarrassment that I felt for his comment, I
continued.

"I wasn't ready Bobbie, it's just, I don't want to be something to talk
about... I'm not as confident as you"

"Don't say that Jay, you are the greatest guy I've ever met"

       Reaching for his cheek, I embraced his face in my hand as I pulled
his lips into mine, feeling the burning passion that had been welling up
inside me for a week without the outlet of Bobbie's lips to release it in a
brief, loving kiss. Letting go of his cheek and ending the kiss, I opened
the door to the jeep and ran up to my house from the sidewalk on the
street.

"We're going to that party by the way, pick me up at 10!"

	Bobbie returned to my house several hours later after night had
fallen; opening the door for me, I slide into the passenger's seat after
slipping out the window of my room, wearing a hoodie and the nicest pair of
jeans I owned. Taking off in the car, we talked about how I would drive us
home tonight, knowing how to keep myself under control around liquor, I
would have still fun with Bobbie as he got crazy with his swim friends.

	We had parked a few blocks down the street, a line of cars already
forming as people were beginning to show up for the party in
droves. Entering the house with the rest of the people flocking in, we met
Bobbie's friends from the swim team, and quickly got to work on having a
good time.

	My boyfriend, doing what he did best, made a fool of himself that
night, messing with his friends while telling the funniest stories. I began
to loosen up too, joking around with his friends as we began to get better
acquainted; even Todd seemed to come out of his shell laughing along with
us as the night dragged on.

	As with most house parties on a Friday night, the area had quickly
become too crowded, quickly swamping the backyard with cups and empty
bottles of liquor. We moved away from the backyard and ended up on the side
of the house, where Bobbie and I got busy dancing with each other in the
small area that was made for the DJ and the people that wanted to
dance. Bobbie was a spectacular dancer, showing me a thing or two while we
danced up close, our bodies nearly pressed against each other; it was just
to two of us, enjoying our newfound love in a public place with people who
accepted us and it felt amazing.

"Jay, can you go get me some water, I think I'm calling it a night"

	My boyfriend, thoroughly tipsy from taking shots with Todd and
Andrew, had them help him into a chair as I went to go get him some water
that I had left in the car, predicting this exact moment two hours
before. With me holding his keys for the night, I opened the door, took the
two bottles of water that I left underneath the passenger's seat, and
brought them back into the house, making my way past the crowds of people
as I tried to find my boyfriend. Clearing the living room without a
problem, someone's foot shot out from inside the crowd, sending me
barreling towards the ground and dropping the bottles of water.

"Watch where you're going next time faggot"

	Picking myself back up, I was able to get a hand on one bottle of
water, while the other was held in the hands of a mountain of a man. A
linebacker for the football team whose name I could not remember, he and
his friends quickly became aware of my confusion. From the way he slurred
his words it was obvious that he was in an unhealthy level of intoxication.

"Getting water for you fucking fudge-packer boyfriend, that's cute"

	His teammates produced a loud cackle from behind him, it was clear
he was expecting me to fight him to get the second bottle of water
back. Naturally, I split the difference and took the one bottle with me,
forgetting the asshole and his group of friends to attend to my boyfriend.

"Keep it, you sound like you need it anyways"

	Returning to my boyfriend not a minute later, I handed him the
water and made sure he relaxed himself before he began to sober up. In the
meantime, we continued to joke around, oblivious to the same linebacker and
his teammates as they approached us.

"Hey you fuckin' sissy, I was talking to you"

	In a heartbeat my Bobbie jumped up, getting in the linebackers
face, still a tiny bit shorter than he was, Bobbie refused to back down as
he got closer and closer to him, the anger welling up behind his words.

"Don't call my boyfriend a sissy you asshole"

	Not a moment after, both the football and the swim team got into it
with each other, the crowds of people back out of the way as they prepared
to watch the groups of guys throw down right in front of them. As the only
sober person in the scuffle, I had to think quickly to keep Bobbie and his
teammates from getting hurt.

	I looked around, trying to find something that I could use to get
their attention or keep them distracted, jumping at the garden hose that
was rolled up on the side of the house just a few feet away from me. I
turned the nozzle as far as it could go and let it loose, spraying the
linebacker and his friends with a constant jet of cold water; the chilly
fall night working in concert with the hose to cool down the hot heads of
the Football team.

	Flinching at the sudden blast of freezing cold water, Bobbie and
his friends backed out of the stream of water as it passed. I grabbed
Bobbie and Todd by the arm, telling Andrew and Kyle to follow me as I
pulled my new friends away from the backyard. We booked it to the front of
the house, where I tried to calm the four swimmers down. Bobbie was the
first one to speak.

"Sorry Jay, I keep pushing you into these things"

"Yah Jamie, We didn't mean to make things worse, but we stick up for our
friends"

	Opening the jeep, I order the four of them to get into the back of
the car, being the designated driver; I was the only one still sober and
calm enough to get them home.

"Get in the car; I'm calling it a night"

	Piling into the trunk in the back of the Jeep, Bobbie to his place
next to me in the passenger's seat as I drove them home. With only a
permit, I was pushing it by driving them home, but with the roads empty at
one in the morning, it was all too easy for me to get the four of them home
with no traffic in either direction.

	Pulling up to Bobbie's house, I stopped the car, with the two of us
sitting alone in the front seat, like we always had at late nights like
these. Bobbie reached for the door, only stopping when I asked him to close
it. I turned on the radio while I turned off the car, hoping to talk to him
before he went back inside. The first thing that came onto was the CD
player, turning to Frank Ocean.

"Bobbie, wait. I want to thank you"

"Don't thank me, I was just being a drunken mess, you were the one who
saved me. You're right; maybe we weren't ready to be so open so quickly"

	Already beginning to sober up, I could hear the genuine sincerity
in his voice, turning to face him, I noticed the rather large welt that was
beginning to form on my boyfriend's face. It was only in the light on the
inside of the car that I was able to see it, but it was clear from the
reddish purple color of the skin that Bobbie had been hit in the middle of
arguing with the football team. Reaching out to touch it, Bobbie flinched
under the pressure of my fingers.

"Oww. Don't touch it"

"Haha. Want me to kiss it and make you feel better?"

	Giving him the lightest peck on the cheek, one kiss lead to another
and another, until we were caught within another moment of passion that had
been created between us. We kissed for what seemed like hours, my lips
leading down his neck, causing a long moan to release from Bobbie's mouth.

"Jay, do you mind? I.."

	He began shifting awkwardly again, an obvious sign of his growing
arousal for me. My thoughts quickly turned to my own growing erection that
was pushing against my jeans; contemplating taking our relationship to
another level, I asked Bobbie if he was comfortable.

"Bobbie, do you think we're ready?"

"I love you, I really do, but I can't wait anymore"

	He tossed and turned more, trying to keep himself under control as
I slid into the backseat. Not a moment later, he followed me into the back
of his jeep.

"It may be the liquor, but right now, I want you so bad..."

"I'll help you out then, just let me do all the work..."

	Bobbie laid back in the bed of the jeep, allowing me full access to
his body as he relaxed himself. My fingers found my way to his pants,
unbuttoning them as I pulled them down to his knees. Admiring the large
tent he made in his boxer briefs for only a brief moment, I very slowly
pulled them down. Bobbie made a joke, chuckling a little bit to cut the
tension of the situation in half.

"Like what you see Jay?"

	Releasing his stiff cock, it flopped out and slapped against his
flat stomach. The perfectly shaped head of his dick matched well with the
length of it, curving the slightest bit to the right. Grabbing it in my
hand, I moved my fingers up and down the shaft, eliciting a loud groan from
my boyfriend.

"Shhhiiittt..."

       Spending a minute or so simply stroking his cock to get him worked
up, I centered myself and, for the first time in my entire life, took the
head of his cock into my mouth, wetting the tip with my lips. Bobbie's body
had jolted with pleasure, shifting around with his back to the floor,
breathing heavily. I took a sizeable portion of his cock into my mouth,
allowing him to get accustomed to the feeling before continuing further.

"Jay you're amaaazing..."

	Working up a faster pace, I moved my left hand faster on his shaft
while I sucked his cock with an invigorated motion. Taking my lone right
hand, I cupped his balls, holding them firmly in my hand as I worked them
around with my fingers. The second I did that, Bobbie began to whimper and
moan in a louder tone than before. His breath had begun to grow ragged and
his body moved more with the motion of my sucking, telling me he was close.

"Jay, I can't... ahhh..."

	Gripping his balls as I finished him off, I held his head in my
mouth as I jacked him into an orgasm. Sending him over the edge, I felt his
cock pulse in my mouth as it released shot after shot of cum into my
mouth. Continuing until his cock had started to become flaccid, I finally
let him go. Bobbie was a mess laying in the back of the jeep, panting like
he had run a marathon, followed by several long drawn out moans.



"Jamie, I love you, like I fucking love you. I've never cum that hard in my
entire life..."

"What can I say? You bring out the best in me"

"Want me to do you now?"

	Moving his hands to the bulge in my jeans, he cupped my erection
with his fingers. I told him to stop, moving his hand away.

"Not now. That was for you. Maybe tomorrow we could stay in your bedroom
all day?"

	My boyfriend smiled wickedly at my comment, cleaning himself up for
a few minutes as he exited the car, telling me how much he had loved me for
doing that, and how he would by me back in full later. I could feel myself
blush at the praise I was receiving, for a blowjob no less. Working out the
stress of the week, we both felt drained and fulfilled physically and
emotionally.

	Driving his car back to my house, I entered through the door and
collapsed into my bed, falling into a fast slumber, thinking about how much
more I loved Bobbie, and how complete I felt after another eventful week
with him in my life.

***

Notes: Thanks again for reading the story, this one was particularly
interesting because it took me awhile to find what I wanted to write. I
have a lot planned in store for this story, so I hope to stick around.
Sorry for updating so late, it shouldn't happen again.