Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2001 22:53:25 +0000
From: Sam .K <samk500@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pete's Fantasy

'Oh my God!' thought Pete as he spotted Ashley walking towards him in the
corridor. His first instinct was to turn away before anyone around him in
the busy walkway followed his intense stare, but there was something about
this sixthformer that made him stand still and stare in pure awe. He wasn't
bustling down the corridor like his mates; he was different, he seemed to
move with a smooth elegance. He had just come in from the school field
playing football, Pete had often sat under the trees by the field watching
not so much the football, but Ashley running around with his shirt untucked
that occasionally afforded the view of Ashley's smooth, flat stomach.

"Watch where you're going you little twat!" Pete stumbled backwards as a
brute sixthformer walked through him. Pete wasn't small, a recent growth
spurt had left him just short of 6 foot, but also rather skinny, which
meant that the unexpected blow sent him flying. Pete reached out to support
his fall, but this didn't stop the side of his head cracking against the
windowsill. As the bell rang and the onlookers rushed off to class, the
last thing Pete saw before passing out was the offending sixthformer
receiving praise from his mates, who laughed and walked off.

"Wake up," a soft voice spoke to Pete "Hey, are you ok?"

Pete's eyes flickered open, the sight before him made him think he was
dreaming.  Ashley's kind, gentle face was looking straight into Pete's
dazed eyes. For a swift eternity Pete looked back at the boy he had
fantasized about for so long, but he then remembered where he was. Pete
hurriedly tried to stand up, but due to the blow on his head he faltered
slightly. Ashley easily supported him and helped him to stand up. The touch
of Ashley's hands first on his back, then moving up to his shoulders and
then across to Pete's neck, where they met his flesh, made Pete shiver with
pleasure, and as they walked towards the medical room the continual contact
sent ripples of enjoyment to Pete.

"Those guys are just stupid arseholes," Ashley broke the silence "we'll
soon get you fixed up and sorted out."

It was only at this point when Pete broke from his trance-like state and
realised that Ashley had blood on his shirt. Pete brought his hand towards
his head and found a small cut across the forehead. 'Great,' Pete thought
'I finally get to talk to the guy of my dreams and what do I do? Stain his
shirt with my blood. Good one.' Desperate to say something to make amends
and to befriend Ashley, Pete opened his mouth as to speak.  He then
realised he didn't know what to say, he wanted to impress him but was
scared of sounding naive, finally he hesitantly stuttered "Sorry, about
your shirt."

Ashley lightly laughed "that's ok, I've got my PE shirt I'll change into
that"

By this time they had reached the medical room, which thanks to a fresh
lick of paint, no longer smelt of stale vomit. In fact the newly decorated
room, with sharp white walls added to the dream like atmosphere that Pete
was experiencing. Pete sat on the bed intently watching Ashley as he bent
over searching for plasters and wipes.  His black prefect trousers
stretched over his curved ass and his shirt hung loose towards the ground
allowing Pete to see his sculpted abs and the top of his designer boxer
shorts.  Pete was in heaven.

As Ashley found what he was looking for he turned to face Pete, the younger
boy quickly broke his gaze and blushed with embarrassment. Ashley smiled
his cute smile as he approached Pete with what appeared like a multitude of
bandages and wipes.

"Well who's up for a game of doctors and nurses?" Ashley joked, Pete
flashed a quick smile, but inside he was anxious about what was about to
happen. He could feel his dick harden as Ashley approached but he could do
nothing about it.

"My name's." Ashley started

"Ashley Collins" Pete involuntarily blurted out. "All the girls talk about
you," Pete answered Ashley's inquisitive glances as he slowly cleaned the
blood from the cut.

"All good I hope"

"Oh yeah!" Pete replied rather too enthusiastically. The realisation of is
minor slip led Pete to blush and bow his head to hide his embarrassment,
his long dark fringe hung over his eyes partially hiding his reddening
face. Ashley's fingers reached out and gently stroked the loose fringe
behind Pete's ear. His hand lingered on Pete's head as he softly spoke

"It's Ok."

Ashley looked deep into Pete's eyes searching for any clue to what he was
thinking.  Pete was powerless to the gaze, he stared back into Ashley's
aqua blue eyes, and he found it impossible to hide his true feelings. Pete
was unable to contain the emotions that were swelling up inside of him, he
felt so helpless. He desperately wanted to arch his head forwards and kiss
the boy he had so often dreamt about, but this urge was blocked by an
intense fear. This mass of uncontrollable feelings had to find an outlet,
and Pete burst out in tears. Ashley tried to comfort the younger boy,
bringing him closer, caressing his back and stroking his fine hair, softly
murmuring "hey, it's going to be ok, come on, I'm here now." The tears kept
flowing. Pete wept for all the lonely nights he had sat alone needing a
true friend. He wept for all the pain and confusion he had suffered when
slowly coming to terms with the truth that he was different.  He wept for
all his fears, the fear of being gay.

Ashley had tears in his eyes, he knew the pain and isolation that Pete had
been through.  As the tears subsided, Ashley wanted to somehow communicate
to Pete that he understood his pain. Using both hands he held Pete's face
in front of his own, and he took in the sight of this scared, young man. As
their eyes met, Ashley felt himself drawn to this beautiful
boy. Compulsively he slowly leaned forward slightly and their lips met.

As if by magic, all of Pete's fears subsided and dissipated and were
replaced by a love for this blissful moment. It was as if every feeling in
his lips was magnified ten times. At first Ashley only tasted the moist,
sweet lips but when he felt Pete's encroaching tongue, he knew the feeling
was mutual and he probed forward with his tongue.  Instinct took over as
both boys explored each other's mouths. They were sealed in an unbreakable
moment.

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