Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2005 17:19:11 +0000
From: Patrick Lizama <plizama4ever@hotmail.com>
Subject: Whisper it... Chapter 2

Thanks to all of you who wrote back to me, it really motivates me to
continue the story. Well here Chap 2 to all you great people. Gonna try and
make it longer.

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This story is Based on mostly true events but Locations and other situations
and names are changed to protect the people involved. If you are not 18, not
into homosexual romance or sex, then don't read this. Also don't read it if
you know it's illegal. This story contains sex between two consenting
minors. This is my first story so please write back if you would like to
hear more. Also there is a fine line between constructive criticism and
downright flaming. So do me a favor and cool down if the story sucked and
you want me to know how bad it was.



It's 6pm right now, and prepping to go to choir, I wanted to look good for
him but not overdo it you know. I put on my Levis and topped it with my
favorite orange tee ( I love Orange and Green...no football relation). I
spiked my hair and wore my favorite Islander beads. I got in my truck and
headed over to the auditorium. I walked briskly through the empty school
going past the locker that I had first met that gorgeous boy and his
infectious smile. I grew up running for many positions in the student body
and other class organizations, but I had never felt this nervous before, the
only other time I was this nervous was the first time I had to speak in
front of everyone at my fifth grade graduation ( oh how I dreaded that day...
lucky thing I wore my old spice cause I was sweating like I had run a
marathon and trust me I know how bad that feels...and smells). I reached for
the handle and a million things went through my mind, too bad I couldn't
process any of the things drowning my senses. I was ten minutes late so I
figured everyone would be doing their own thing, so I walked into the room.

Silence...and stares. "Hi" I said with as much confidence as I could muster,
but my echo soon had me blushing crimson red. I heard a few giggles and
snickers in the room. "Can I help you" I was staring at all these people,
did they go to my school, I didn't recognize any of them. "ahem, sir, I said
may I help you" " Oh my bad names Pat was hoping I could try out for choir"
I heard even louder snickers now, and some downright laughing. "Quiet! Yes
Mr....Mr. Patrick you may have a seat in the back and watch the class for
tonight. I will go over the rules and other formalities later. But for now
just have a seat." I sat looking amongst the 20 or so students, why haven't
I seen them, this school was relatively small. I noticed about two people
from my Marine Bio Class, so I waved to them, them giggled to each other and
whispered something into each others ears. I heard laughter. (hmm not even a
wave back...stuck up). (sniff) What is that intoxicating scent,  like vanilla
and apples, with a hint of musk. It was rather strong. (gasp) There in front
of me sat the object of my affection. I was awe struck. "Michael, will you
please stand and sing a chorus from "I'll be there" He stood up slowly and
was visibly shaking. "No prob Diamore". ( Woah). In front of my face I was
now three inches away from his ass, I had it bad. " I'll be there to protect
you, with an unselfish love and respect for you..." He sang and sang. I
couldn't help it, I was getting hard. I could feel my meat pushing against
my jeans. (I shoulda wore that jock strap). His voice was definitely
captivating, I could see why he joined choir. It would be a crime to hide
that voice. My lust soon died down. I just lost myself in that amazing sound
that was, his voice. The three hours passed by all too quickly and as the
students were leaving the building heading to their cars I took a moment to
pull Mikey to the side. "Man that was amazing  you have an excellent voice.
I am so jealous right now, but bro seriously you should be in music videos
or some shit like that, that was off the hook for real." He stared at the
ground for a while, his cheeks looked flush (was he blushing? Nah, Wishful
thinking). "Thanks Ace I mean it, it means a lot coming from you" He walked
off without saying anymore. He walked to this blonde girl and she whispered
in his ear. He blushed then punched her arm, she laughed out  loud directing
attention to both herself and Mikey. Hmm I know that girl, she was in my
freshman class for band. Marissa, she looked different now that once blonde
Fitch girl, was now a dirty blonde punk girl. A lot changes in people in two
years. I was given the intro into the choir and rules and all the other
necessities that went along with becoming a new member. Then it dawned on
me, like a sunrise that couldn't be stopped. (Wait...I can't sing... Oh boy this
is gonna get interesting).

I got out of the car and went into the house. I smelled it... it was strong
tonight. The house reeked of bud light and ciggs. "Boy! What the hell you
doin home so late you ungrateful piece of shit" " Sorry dad I had Choir
practice" "Choir, you pansy good for nothing ass. You were suppose to rotate
the tires tonight and do the back yard." "I did do the tires before I left
and the yard was done yesterday." "You back talking son of a bitch. Get out
of here and make sure you clear out the garage tomorrow, no going out unless
it's done." (Great another boring Saturday) I walked quickly to my room and
escaped the malice that is my dad. On top of his drinking problems, he also
gambles (causing me and my mom over 40,000 dollars in debt), does drugs (A
fact the heats me up more than anything else) and sleeps with other women (I
have had the unfortunate luck to have met a few of them including my new 1
year old half brother Chris). The only reason my mom is still with this
creep is because of my brother and sisters (mostly my sisters). I consider
him more of a father than a dad. A Father creates you and gives you life, A
dad is the same...but he raises you and takes care of you. I grew up by myself
for the longest time I could remember. My mom had to pull double shifts in
order to pay off my dads gambling habits. I also have to pull my weight
around with chores and having a part time job at Mickey D's. I close the
door to my room, my one haven from all this crap. I lay in my bad, Mikey
angelic voice ringing in my ear, and I soon find myself in deep sleep.

"Beep, Beep, Beep" I turn to my left and see it is now 6 am. I hull myself
out of bed (I am so not a morning person). I take a bath and recount
yesterdays events. I picture Mikey's butt in my face and remember his
powerful scent. I start rubbing the soap in my hands and run the bar up my
toned frame. I then take the rag and lather it generously with my velocity
body wash. I start with my neck and glide it over my smooth brown skin. I
imagine him planting kisses on my neck. (aw yea  Mikey just like that, lick
my neck) I trace the rag to my chest. Each pec carefully outlined by tons of
pushups from football and a rigorous workout from wrestling. I once again
imagine mikey lips carefully planting kisses on each of my meaty nipples. I
squeeze the rag (Oh yea Mikey, bite my nipples, *gasp* aw yeah that's it
baby bite your honey nipples) I then worked down towards my abs. (Yeah that
it, kiss my abs, worship them, I know you love it. Nice and tight for ya.)
Now I go further down. By now my cock was hard and engorged, begging  for
release. I close my eyes.
I look down and see his face. So soft and sweet. Innocent and yet sexy. He
hold the length in his hand like a piece of candy. I can feel his hot breath
on my cock. (oh shit) He kisses the tip of it. "Oh yea Mikey just like that,
kiss your baby's cock." As if that was the go signal he started licking up
and down my hard shaft. He then placed his tongue on my balls and lapped at
it like a puppy. "Aw yea babe lick my jock balls. Full of cum for your sweet
mouth."  I could feel him taking each ball into his mouth. Then he moved up
and placed his lips on my swollen knob. He began to slide his mouth down my
cock. He had three inches in his mouth, and he was moaning (oh god). His
moaning on my cock was making me hysterical. "Oh yeah babe, just like that".
He then had all six inches of my cock engulfed in his warm succulent mouth.
His innocent face looking up at me. I could tell that even though he had my
whole cock in his mouth he was grinning.  He began to bob up and down my
cock and at the same time he played with my balls. He was pushing me over
the edge. "Oh yea babe take my cock" He then moved his lips from my cock and
began looked up at me. I could hear him say "Yea ace give it to me" He then
swallowed my cock, causing a sensation to envelop my young teen body. It was
like I was in heaven. (Oh shit). I felt it. I felt a big orgasm it was so
strong. Five long ropes of hot cum landed on my chest and two dribbled on to
my pubes. I slowly awoke out of my daydream fantasy. (*sigh* if only it
wasn't a dream). I looked down to see my softening cock.  Hanging between my
legs. I was spent. All that pent up stress and energy were gone. (This is
why coach says no sex or jacking off during the season). I was relieved and
I could feel myself drift off to sleep.

"PJ!!!" (Family calls me PJ)I could hear the banging  on the door. "What are
you doing in there. It's almost seven and I need to go to Cassandra's
house." Shit, I slept in the restroom for nearly an hour. "I'll be out soon"
I walked out with water dripping from my body. The towel tied snuggly across
my athletic frame. I saw my sis. "What the hell took so long in there anyway
I've been waiting for nearly 20 minutes. (Think Ace think) "I'm constipated
Tanya and what of it" It was gross but it was a good reply. "Next time use
the restroom downstairs"

I looked in the garage. I had my work cut out for me. The tools from
yesterday we're everywhere. I was so in a rush to get to practice that after
I rotated the tires I left the tools splayed out on the ground. I began the
work and finished at about nine o clock. Then I look across the street about
two houses away and I saw Mikey washing his car. (What the...) I couldn't
believe it, the object of my affection was two houses away. I walked over to
his house not sure what I was going to say. "You live here?" (Smooth
Patrick...Real Smooth) He looked up and fell to the ground. Guess I scared
him. "Shit bro do you always do that" "Nah I just saw you and didn't notice
you lived so close, did you know I stay right over there" "yea!" (wow he
said that pretty quickly) as if he caught himself before saying something he
then restated "...I mean yea, I saw your car after school that day that I met
you. (Hmm, I don't remember showing him my car). He spoke this time "So I
guess I'll see you on Friday huh." "Yea count on it bro, can't wait" Truth
was I couldn't wait to see him again, but I really didn't want to have to
sing in front of anyone, let alone in front of a bunch of people whom openly
snickered at my very presence. In all honesty I have a terrible voice, wait
terrible would be putting it lightly.
I was grabbing lunch and decided to have lunch in the "game room" where I
knew Mikey would be. Blaine saw me heading there "Hey bro what's up with
that man, aren't you gonna chill with us" "Sorry bro not today" I saw a look
of disappointment, but also a look of hurt. This was getting strange so I
quickly added " Bro you know I would love nothing more than to bounce with
you to Burger King and pick up a Whopper but my Anatomy grade is telling me
to check with Mr. Snead. He soon brightened up. "Okay bro I'll see you at
practice today." I groaned. I hated Wednesday practice, it was the 4 mile
run, I was good at sprints but long distance was never my thing. Which is
why I had come to dread Wednesdays.

I went into the classroom. It was pretty loud and busy, but as soon as I
walked in, all eyes were on me. Some looked at me with scorn...others with
hate. (What did I ever do to them, this group definitely needs Prozac) I
looked nervously around the room, trying to avoid there glares. (this is
ridiculous I never did anything to any of them) then it hit me maybe some of
the other jocks did things to them. The other jocks were bullies, I stayed
clear of them. I didn't like their crowd and me and Blaine made a promise
not to move to chill with them at all. I found Mr. Snead and he began giving
me a review on the brain. Mikey soon walked up to me. I saw Marissa in the
back of the room smiling. He looked up at me slowly then muttered  "Hi" "Hey
bro was sup" "Just kicking it here with my friend Rissa...What are you doing
here" "Oh just getting an anatomy review. I suck at science." He chuckled
"You suck but I swallow" I saw him blush. I just laughed at him and we joked
throughout the whole lunch period. I learned that he like to draw and that
Marissa saw his drawing on his first day here and became his instant friend.
In this room he met several people with similar interest and that he liked
to chill here and do some sketches. I was going over various sketches all of
them were of buildings and landscapes. In the back was a picture of...me...or at
least it looked like me. Wow. He drew a picture of me. He quickly grabbed
his book and walked out the door, Marissa got up shot me a glare and went
after him. (What was that all about).

Practice came and we we're running past seven eleven. I was falling behind
like always, and just like always Blaine pulled back and ran along side me.
He always did that, and in the end it meant both of us would be doing 75
pushups. I was always glad he did cause it was never just me. As soon as
practice was over we hit the showers. I entered the room and was hit by the
scent of sweat, musk, and man. It was intoxicating and filled with teen
testosterone. I stripped off my clothes and headed for the shower. Since I
was near last everyone was practically gone. I rinsed the shampoo off my
hair and looked around. There was Blaine. Staring at me, as if in a daze. He
was just looking at me, or was he day dreaming. Never really figured out
that boy. I got in my car and Blaine ran towards me. "Yo, bro could you give
me a ride home, I missed the bus." "Man soon I'm gonna start charging you
fare". *Chuckle* " Hop in bro we'll grab a bite and head over to my house.
You can help me with the craddle that coach was trying to teach us." His
eyes lit up "Awesome bro"
We went to my front yard and practiced for about two hours. Sweat plastered
to both our bare chests. Our figures outlined and visibly exhausted. I laid
on the grass and looked up. I saw Ian across the street just looking down
from his window. As soon as I made eye contact he moved away. Then Blaine
jumped on me He pinned my arms to the side. His lips we're three inches from
my face. It looked serious but concerned. He then said "Say Uncle" I didn't
give up that easily. I pushed him off and put him in the cradle lock we had
been practicing. (Oh yeah whose the master). " Nice try bro, but your gonna
have to do better than that" He got up dusted his pants. "shit it's almost
six gotta get home and fix dinner, see ya later tomorrow okay Ace" I got up
walked into the house and took a nice cold shower. I then headed for the
kitchen and fried Chicken and made some Rice.
I slept peacefully that night. The next day came and went, and soon the day
I dreaded most was at hand. (Shit Friday came way too soon)