Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 13:34:06 EDT
From: William Watts <bwstories44@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Tragic Love - chapter 2

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A Tragic Love - by BW (Young-Friends).                       Copyright 2000
by bwstories44
Chapter 2 - A time for surprises.
January 2000

The next two days went pretty much the same, with David being his same old
sweet, lovable, thoughtful self.  There were no problems or no surprises
until the end of P.E. class.  Once the class was over, we all headed into
the locker room and prepared to take our showers.  I kind of held back,
figuring it would be best if I was the last one in the shower, and I made
sure that I didn't look at any of the naked adolescent bodies roaming so
freely back and forth.

David seemed to be waiting for me.  Sweet but not what I wanted.  Out of
everyone, he's the one that would probably cause me to get the stiffest.

"Come on, slowpoke.  We don't want to be late for our next class, do we?"

"No, I won't be," I said as I watched him grab his towel and head away.

By the time I reached the showers there were only a couple of other guys
and David.  The other two weren't that attractive so there wasn't much of a
problem ignoring them.  I walked to the end showerhead, on the opposite
wall from David, and started to lather up.  After the other two boys left,
David moved over to the showerhead next to mine.

"What's up, Bud, you mad at me?"

"No, I was just trying to give you enough room."

"Well, I don't need a lot of room and we can talk to each better this way."

I held my breath and tried not to look but I couldn't resist the
temptation.
  While rinsing the shampoo from my hair, I glanced over to see David's boy
meat and, oh, what a sight.  It was beautiful.  His penis was about 3.5"
long, circumcised with his circumcision scar going around the shaft about
an inch below his lovely pink head.  My knees suddenly got weak and my own
cock started to twitch and spring to life.  I turned toward the back wall
to keep David from noticing my predicament while I finished rinsing my
hair.  As soon as the last bit of shampoo was rinsed from my scalp, I
grabbed my towel, dried while facing the wall and then wrapped my towel
around my waist before heading to my locker.

"Hey, wait up," David yelled as he finished turning off his shower.  "My,
my.  We suddenly got in a big hurry, didn't we?"

"Uh, yeah.  I guess I just realized the time," I said as he stood next to
me drying himself.  I had managed to get my briefs on before he left the
shower but they didn't seem to be concealing all that I hoped that they
would.  I laid my towel over my lap as I started to slip my feet down the
legs of my jeans.  Quickly, I pulled them up and fastened them while I
rummaged through my locker for my shirt.

My boner was just starting to shrink when I closed my locker door and
noticed David standing facing me, completely naked, starting to put his
legs through a pair of dark blue bikini briefs.  One again, my tool started
to bolt to life so I left my shirt untucked to conceal my reemerging
problem.

"You better hurry," I said to David trying only to look at his face, "the
bell should probably be ringing any second now."

"Yeah, your right.  I can throw my clothes on really fast.  I've had plenty
of practice."

Not sure what David might be hinting at, I turned to leave as the bell
echoed through the tiled locker room.

"Billy, wait up.  I only have to tie my shoes... See, I'm done.  So, what
do we have next?"

I was shocked at how quickly he had gotten dressed after how slowly he had
been going earlier.  Now, we walked, side by side, toward our next class.

"Hey, Bill.  Did you remember to ask your mom if you could come over after
school today?"

"Yeah, she said it was all right but I have to be home before dark.  That
should give us a couple of hours.  She also thought that you were pretty
special for giving me your old bike to get home with.  She says we're going
to have to figure out something special we can do for you."

"That's not necessary, really.  I'm just glad I could help."

"I know but my family doesn't like to take charity so I have to do
something to sort of pay you back."

"Hey, it's not charity man.  You're my best bud and you've helped me so
much already.  I guess I'm just paying you back for being so nice to me and
showing me around and everything."

"That was nothing.  I didn't do much."

"That's what you think but I would have been pretty lonely if you hadn't
been so nice.  So, as far as I'm concerned, we're even.  O.K.?"

"I don't think mom will see it like that but for you and me, well, I guess
we're even."

"Great.  I can't wait until we can head to my place."

The rest of the afternoon seemed to drag on, like they always do when you
have something special planned.  I was excited about being alone with David
at his house but yet I was a little scared about it too.  I mean, he must
live in some big fancy house and I'm not used to that and I don't know if
his father is going to be there.  Finally, the day was over and the last
bell had just rung when David grabbed me by the arm.

"Come on, man, let's split this place."

We exited the building as quickly as possible and I followed David down the
street toward his home.  It was a lovely afternoon, even more so being with
David, although it was unusually hot.  It didn't seem to take us very long
before we were standing in front of David's house.

"Here it is.the old homestead.  Now that you know where I live, you'll have
to come here more often."

I caught the subtlety of his last comment but I was too overwhelmed with
the structure before me to answer him.  His house was huge and gorgeous.
Just like the mansions that I dreamed the rich people must live in.  It was
quite different from where I lived.  My grandfather lived in an old
farmhouse that had been built shortly after the Civil War.  It had three
bedrooms on the second floor but all of the rooms were small and the
closets were nearly non-existent.  The kitchen was really old, the kind
with the white enamel sink and the really old cupboards with the thin wood
slats.  There was only one bathroom, on the first floor, and it had an old
claw foot tub.  A pipe ran up from the tub to serve as the shower and a
curtain surrounded part of the tub for privacy.  All the electrical
fixtures were the kind that you see in those old movies, before World War
II, and the plumbing was just as old.  The whole house would probably have
fit into a corner of this magnificent palace.

"Come on in and make yourself at home," David said as he unlocked the front
door.  "Mi casa es su casa."

I recognized this last comment to mean 'my home is your home' and thought
that he was being extremely gracious.

"Come on, I'll give you the cheap tour of the place.  This is the foyer."

It was a huge entranceway with a staircase at the far end.  The stairway
went up the right wall, stopped at a small landing, which went to the left.
Then the stairs turned again and came back toward us leading up to the
second floor.  Hanging in front of the stairway was a large, crystal
chandelier that hung down from the twenty-foot high entry way ceiling.
Rooms branched off from the hall as David tried to explain what each one
was.

"This is my dad's office, that's the dining room, back there is the
kitchen, that's the family room, this is the living room, behind the living
room is the sun room and downstairs is the rec room, but I'll show that
later.  Come on upstairs and I'll show you the bedrooms."

The second floor had six large bedrooms.  The master suite was huge and the
master bath alone was as big as my grandfather's living room.  The next two
bedrooms shared a bath, the same as the two bedrooms farther back.  Then we
walked into the last bedroom, which David indicated was his.  It was nearly
as large as the master bedroom.  It had another small room attached to it
and there was a private bath.

"This used to be one of the servant's quarters.  I guess the maid and the
butler were married and this was their living area.  There are smaller
servant's quarters on the third floor."

"Wow!  I've never seen anything like this.  This is spectacular but if
there's only you and your Dad then why do you need such a large place?"

"Dad likes a lot of space.  I think he might be claustrophobic or
something."

"Man, I've never seen anything like this.  Wow, you are really lucky."

"Yeah, I guess I am but you can spend all the time you want here with me.
Do you mind if I change into something a little more comfortable and then
I'll show you around outside."

"Go ahead.  It's your place."

David smiled and began to undress.  I thought maybe he would just take off
his pants and shirt but he took off everything and stood there naked in
front of me.  Then, he started to rummage through his dresser drawers.
Finally, he pulled out a pair of real thin running shorts and slipped them
on, with nothing underneath, and then put on his running shoes.

"Too damn hot to wear much.  You want me to lend you something so you can
get more comfortable?"

"Uh, no.  I'm fine and I'm not going to be here all that long."

"Suit yourself.  Come on, well go down the back stairs to family room and
then outside."

I followed David down the stairs, through a large family room, out the back
door and onto a huge deck.  It had a natural redwood finish with a railing
around most of it, except for where the three set of steps led off of it.
The steps to the right led to an outdoor bar and barbecue area, surrounded
by a stone patio.  The stairs straight ahead led down to a large in-ground
pool, which had to be of Olympic dimensions.  David led me down the
stairway on the right that went out into his yard.

"Come on.  I've got one more thing to show you."

I looked around as I followed David and noticed that there was a huge fence
that surround the entire backyard.  David pulled up in front of a huge, old
tree and turned toward me, pointing up.

"Here it is.  My second home."

I looked up and saw this enormous tree house, nestled high up in the big
boughs of the tree.

"Great isn't it?  One of the previous owners must have built it for his
children.  Come on up.  It's really cool.  I spend a lot of my free time
there.  I've got it all stocked up."

I followed David as he climbed up a rope ladder that hung down through an
opening in the floor.  When I reached the top, David pulled me in, pulled
up the ladder, dropped the trap door over the opening and slid home the
dead bolt lock that kept anyone else from entering.  There was a large open
window on each wall, so you could observe the whole area below.  Each
window had a bamboo curtain over it, to give complete privacy.

"Pretty neat, huh.  I've got the table and four chairs there.  There are
three cots, which I stacked on top of each other to save space, there's my
battery operated CD-cassette player and over there is our large battery
operated lantern.  In that storage cabinet, there, I keep some of my other
supplies.you know, like batteries, first aid kit and towels.  I also can
put anything else in there that I don't want others to see because I keep a
padlock on it at all times."

With that pronouncement, David began to dial the numbers into the
combination lock that would cause it to drop open.  Once he got it open, he
grabbed something inside and held it up to my face.

"What do you think this is?"  He asked the question holding a bottle, with
some white, creamy substance in it, in front of my eyes.

"Uh, I don't know," I said, not wanting to tell him what I thought it
looked like.

"Come on, man.  What do you think it is?"

"I told you I don't know but I know what it looks like."  I regretted
saying that last part as soon as the words slipped out of my mouth.

"Well, what does it look like then?"

I stammered and stuttered trying not to answer him but David kept egging me
on.

"Oh, it looks like you jerked off in that bottle.  O.K.?"

David laughed hysterically and then looked me in the eye.  "It's only hand
cream but everybody thinks that.  I knew you would too."  David hesitated a
moment and then continued.  "Do you ever jerk off Billy?"

I guess I must have started blushing, again, because David looked at my
face and started laughing.

"Well?"

"Yeah.  All guys do, don't they?"  I looked into those big brown eyes and
waited for him to answer me.

"Yeah, off course they do.  Just some do it more than others.  How often do
you do it, Billy?"

I blushed again, thinking he was getting real personal, but he just stood
there waving his hand waiting for my reply.

"I guess almost every night.  How 'bout you."

"I guess about the same unless something gets me really horny.  You know,
kind of like you got in the showers earlier."

"What do you mean?" I asked defensively, hoping he didn't see me when I got
hard.

"I saw you popping a boner before you got out.  Did you get that from
looking at me?"

Now I was really blushing and stuttering.  I didn't know what to say.  My
God!  Here I am about to lose my best friend if I tell him that he turns me
on.  I couldn't answer and just turned my back on David, tears streaming
down my face and my lungs straining for air.

David came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my chest and put his head
on my shoulder.

"It's O.K., man.  I understand.  You turn me on too."

With that statement, David spun me around, pulled down those thin running
shorts and showed me his raging erection.  My mouth must have hit the floor
because David reached out, put his right hand under my chin and gently
pushed my jaw upward.

"You mean your gay," I shouted without thinking!

"Yep, just like you."

"But how did you know," I countered, again wishing I thought before I
spoke.

"You remember that first day when I walked into homeroom.  I looked around
the room and saw you sitting there, with your mouth wide open, just like it
was a minute ago.  I knew immediately, that's why I came to the back and
sat next to you."

"You mean I'm that obvious?"

"Not really but I kind of fine tuned my gay-dar in the last place we lived
because there were a lot of homophobes there.  I guess you might say I had
to find a way to spot others of my kind before I got the shit kicked out of
me if I made a mistake."

"Oh, God, David.  I love you.  I really, really love you.  You're so
beautiful, not like me.  I hope you don't hate me for saying it."

"I already kind of figured out that you loved me and I love you too.  Don't
ever put yourself down again, like you just did, though.  Your very
handsome and I love every part of you, right down to that lovely piece of
meat between you legs."

Did I hear right?  Did he just say that I was handsome?  No way!  I'm so
plain that I don't even like to look at myself in the mirror.  I'm about
5'3", dirty blond hair and green eyes.  My body is pretty firm, from
working around the farm, but nowhere near as nice as David's.  My penis is
smaller than David's, about 3", circumcised and kind of thin.  How can he
possibly say that I'm handsome?

"David.  It's getting late.  I've got to go.  It will be dark fairly soon."

"I hope it wasn't something I said.  Here let me give you something so you
keep thinking of me."

With that, he bent forward, grabbed the back of my neck, pulled my lips
toward his and planted the warmest, wettest kiss on my lips.  Slowly, he
pushed his tongue against my mouth and, unconsciously, I opened mine and
let his tongue in to explore my waiting orifice.  After what seemed like
hours, David pulled back, pulled up his shorts and directed me to follow
him.

We left the tree house and went directly to his garage.  There he pulled
out a beautiful, green bike, in perfect condition, and handed it to me.

"It's awesome, David.  I can't keep this.  I'll just borrow it for a while
and then return it when I don't need it any more or when you want it back."

"No way.  It's yours now.  Besides, it matches perfectly with those
gorgeous green eyes of yours.  Get going.  I don't want you to be late so
your mother won't let you come back.
  I'll talk to you tomorrow and we can make plans for another visit where,
maybe, we can do something fun.  Now, get out of here."

I didn't know what to say so I just hopped on the bike and started pedaling
toward home.  What did he just say?  Did he hint that we could do something
sexual next time?  My mind was racing the rest of the night trying to
figure out what David might be thinking.

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