Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2006 18:45:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Atwriter <atwriter06@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two Boys One Love CHAPTER 2

DISCLAIMER: This story is about a relationship between young boys. If you
are offended by this type of story, or if this kind of materiel is illegal
in your area, please stop reading now. But then again, why are you this far
into the site if you did not plan to read the stories? Anyways...

This is NOT a true story, and although some of the characters may be based
off real people, none of the events in this story ever really
happened. Anyways, let's get on with the story.

Chapter Two -- Just a Dream?

	AJ woke late into the morning, and with a dire need to change
underwear.  This had been the first wet dream he had since he was younger,
and he couldn't even remember what the dream had been about. Quickly
rolling out of bed and grabbing some fresh clothes from his dresser, he
made his way to the bathroom. Hopefully a shower would help him think of
the dream.
	He turned on the shower to a warm steamy temperature, and stripped
off his clothes, making sure to stick his moist boxers at the bottom of the
pile, before stuffing them into the hamper.
	He glanced at himself in the mirror, looking himself in the eye,
before moving slowly down his lightly toned body. He scanned passed his
slightly developed chest and stomach, sporting his small pecs and dime
sized nipples, and his firm abs that he got from hundreds of crunches and
sit ups.  He finally glanced at his two and a half inch soft penis, and the
neatly kept tuft of dark brown hair above it.  His body was not as
developed as he would like, and he still looked much younger than he
actually was. Hell, he still had no hair on his legs and he was a sophomore
in high school. But then again, that's why the girls seemed to like him.
	Climbing into the shower, he instantly felt relief as the hot water
hit and beaded across his smooth chest. The steam hit his face and helped
to wake him up, as flashes of his dream began to flood back into his
memory.
	He had been taking the skater boy from the night before home in his
dream, taking Taylor home. But instead of just leaving, Taylor had invited
him in. And they had gone up into his room. They sat around talking a bit,
but one thing led to another, and AJ had kissed the younger boy. Then,
Taylor kissed him back, and before you knew it, they were under the covers
together, doing things AJ had never thought of doing to another boy. It had
been the most real and intense dream he could remember. And that's what
confused him. Why was he having dreams about another boy like this? What
did it mean? AJ had never thought for a second that he might be gay. He
LOVED girls. But at the same time, he couldn't help feeling strangely
attached to the boy from the night before.
	He stuck his head under the hot water and flushed the thoughts out
of his mind.  He didn't feel like hurting his head thinking about these
things. He did however, want to see Taylor again. Just to reassure that he
was not seriously hurt the night before. He finished up his shower and went
back to his room, dressing in blue jeans and his favorite blue zip-up
shirt.
	It was too early to go see him right now though. Being only ten in
the morning on a Saturday, Taylor would probably still be sleeping.
	AJ went downstairs to find something to eat. His mom and Dad were
sitting in the Family room watching some movie.
	"Morning Honey" his mom said as he entered the room. His dad also
looked up and gave him a smile of acknowledgement.
	"Morning" AJ replied, giving a small wave to his parents.  He
walked passed them into the kitchen and got himself some breakfast. Pop
tarts and Orange Juice, breakfast of champions. He took his food and sat
down on the couch with his parents and watched the movie with them to waste
some time.
	By the time the credits rolled it was half past eleven. It would
have to be late enough. For some reason he was anxious to see Taylor again,
and it confused him. Pushing these awkward feelings out of his head, he
said goodbye to his parents, telling him that he was going to see a friend,
and got up and left.
      Returning to his room, AJ grabs his keys and his cell-phone of his
nightstand and he's out the door.
      The drive to Taylor's house took about ten minutes. Parking his car
on the street, AJ gets out and walks up to the door. He looks around a bit
before ringing the doorbell. After a few moments, he hears footsteps
approaching the door and the doorknob turns. AJ holds his breath in hopes
that it's Taylor.
      The door opens and there stands a short woman, probably in her mid
thirties. She looks at AJ for a moment and smiles.
      "May I help you?" she asks. Her voice sounds extremely nice.
      "Uh, yeah. Uh. Is, uhm Taylor home?" AJ stammers. "I'm, sort of, a
friend of his." He gets out. The woman looks passed him at the black car
parked on the street, and then back at AJ's face.
      "OH! You must be the boy from last night!" she exclaims.
      "Uh. Yeah." AJ replies. Unsure of what Taylor would have said to his
mom. "I'm AJ"
      "Yes, come in come in. I'm Mrs. Gunther, Taylor's mom" She smiles
again and steps to the side allowing AJ to enter.  "Taylor told me about
how you helped him get home after he fell off his skateboard last night!
That's so sweet of you!" She beamed.
      "Oh, uh yeah. It was no problem. Uh, I was just coming to see if he
was ok. His side looked pretty bad last night." AJ replied, relieved that
she apparently did not know the whole story.
      "Oh it's just some bad bruising. He's in the shower right now. You
can go up and wait for him in his room if you'd like. It's the room to the
right.
      "Oh ok. Sure." Said AJ, and he turned towards the stares.
      "Thank you for helping my boy out!" she smiled again and turned away,
leaving AJ alone to venture upstairs.
      Taylor's house was a regular decent sized home. And the stair-room
that he was in was nicely decorated with pictures of Taylor when he was
younger, and pictures of the family.  The stairs went up and strait ahead
was what AJ presumed was the bathroom, due to the fact that he herd water
running on the other side of the door. To the left was the master bedroom,
and to the right was another door.
      AJ walked to that door and walked inside. This was defiantly Taylor's
room. A huge waterbed was set up in the center of the far wall. In front
was a stand with a decent sized TV on it, a PS2's cables plugged into the
front. On the floor around the TV were stacks of DVDs and Tony Hawk
games. In the corner was a computer desk, with a black monitor sitting atop
it.
      AJ stepped in further and sat down on the edge of the water bed and
looked around at the room. The walls were painted red and adorned with
posters, mostly of skaters. The closest poster was of Rodney Mullen and
there another of Mike Vallely.  There were some band posters also. Dirty
clothes and papers were scattered across the black carpet floor. A closet
door hung open revealing a closet full of skater t-shirts and
jeans. Turning around to look at the wall that the bed was against, he was
startled to see a black cat staring at him from atop the book-shelf
headboard of the bed.
      "Why hello there" AJ said, sticking his head out to scratch the cats
head.
      AJ herd the shower stop running and he instinctively turned his head
back towards the open bedroom door. His heart skipped a beat when the
thought of the possibility of Taylor unexpectedly coming through the door
naked flashed into his mind. But he shook the thoughts away, getting angry
at himself for thinking of such things.
      The bathroom door opened, and AJ heard footsteps coming towards the
bedroom. They came closer and closer until he heard a yell.
      "Taylor! Your friend is waiting for you in your room!" Mrs. Gunther
yelled from downstairs.
      "Huh?" AJ heard Taylor say. And then Taylor's head peaked in the
door, his wet hair running across his face.
      "Oh, erm...Hey" AJ stammered.
      "Hey dude. What's up?" Taylor asked, a look of surprise briefly
showing on his face. He was still only sticking his head in the doorway.
      "Nothing. Uh, I mean...I was just coming by to double check again
that you were alright." He managed to get out.
      "I told you last night not to worry about it, but if you really want
to see." And with that Taylor stepped into the room, only wearing a blue
towel wrapped around his waist. He walked up to AJ so could see the bruised
skin on his side. The scar was not as horrible as it had looked from last
night, but it still looked pretty painful.
      "I guess it's not too bad" AJ said, though he barely even looked at
the wound. He was entranced by the boy's smooth hairless chest and toned
stomach. He couldn't take his eyes off of him.
      "Yeah, it hurt like hell sleeping on it though" Taylor replied,
watching the older boy's eyes.
      "Oh yeah I bet" AJ said snapping himself from his trance.
	Taylor smiled and sat down next to AJ on the bed.
	"So you came all the way over here, just to check on some kid you
don't even know?" He looked AJ in the eyes.
	Taken aback, AJ stammered for an answer. "Well Uhm. It was sort of
my fault that you got hurt and all. And I'd feel bad if I didn't at least
come over here and check on you." He managed.
	Taylor looked him in the eye as if reading them to tell if that was
the entire story. He smiled again showing his braces, and then shook his
head.
	"Well, since you're all the way out here, do you want to hang out
for a bit?" He said standing up from his bed and moving to his closet.
	"Uh, yeah sure. I have nothing else to do today." AJ replied, happy
at the chance to spend more time with Taylor.
	"Ok cool." Taylor said selecting out a black t-shirt and some brown
shorts. "I'll be right back" he said and he disappeared out the door.
	AJ smiled to himself.


So I had actually written a bit more, but then a friend of mine told me to
leave it here, and to write an entire chapter about the boys first day of
hanging out, expanding on that a bit more. So, thank that person for not
getting you more.  Chapter 3 may take some time, but I hope to have it up
ASAP.

Also, Sorry for any grammatical/spelling errors. I'm currently failing
Written Comm in high school ... heh.

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