Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2007 06:45:06 -0700 (PDT) From: Story Writer <feestyoreayes@yahoo.com> Subject: Adam Dancer - Chapter Eight WARNING: This story is fiction and any name, element or place in this story are drawn totally from my own imagination. If you have a problem with material like this then please do not read it. Though the chapters deal with homosexual exploration by young boys, I try to also get into affection, conflict and difficulties for boys who a trying to discover who they are and what their relationships are all about. If you are too young to be reading these stories then please leave and return when you are of age. Comments are welcomed I can be reached at feestyoreayes@yahoo.com Chapter Eight Liam Adam was pleased with how the dance lessons were going. Six middle school boys had followed through into classes, where they learned rapidly. They seemed to delight in the attention from the girl instructors, not to mention the confidence they were building up for social times with girls. Gay little Adam felt good about helping some heterosexual boys in Davis find their way in developing friendships with girls. The little dancing fairy saw immediate results in how he was treated by other boys at school. He wondered if the mere offer of lessons, not to mention the possible new protection from his neophyte boy dancers was creating a better atmosphere for him and other homosexual boys who dared not come out of the closet overtly. Kevin, Adam's very sweet little mate announced dramatically to the dancer that he had a crush on a jock. "There is this boy, Adam! He is so buff and strong. I am totally going crazy for him!" Kevin, the girly-boy, said with a gasping enthusiasm. "Kevin, are you feeling suicidal?" Adam asked shaking his head about Kevin pursuing a male athlete. "Um, so you are telling me that no jock is EVER going to be interested in being my boyfriend?" Kevin stammered, feigning confusion. "You are a total fairy, Kev. Guys at the school seem to get along with you okay, but if you wiggle that femmy ass at a jock, you will be lighting a homophobic fuse." Adam warned, placing a hand on the pretty friend's slight shoulder. "At least come with me to the soccer practice and check him out. I haven't even talked to him but I found out from a girl that his name is Liam." Kevin had pleading in his eyes. He clutched the hand on his shoulder tightly and smiled. "I will, my little sweetie, but promise not to play with your cocklet or try to hold my hand and skip." Adam quipped. As the two little homosexual friends settled on the soccer field sidelines, they scoped out the cuties running about in red uniforms. "Adam, did I ever tell you that you make an awesome pimp?" Kevin said with a mincing, hand on hip, head back pose. It was his best exaggeration of a totally cute fairy fag. "Stop that, you stupid shit!" Adam said almost pleadingly. Kevin grabbed Adams wrist tightly as he nodded toward a human cyclone on a breakaway. The beautiful player's roundish face looked stern and alert, under an unruly thatch of ginger coloured tresses, as his churning, slim, muscular legs propelled him toward the goal. He was a tiny bundle of masculinity, with a sturdy athletic torso, proudly pressing against a too-tight red jersey. He may have been all of four and a half feet tall, but he was as masculine acting as Kevin was feminine. Kevin's new heart-throb ran with a sturdy power, tempered by an athletic grace that flowed through his body moves. The red shorts rode up high on the charging boy player's right thigh, giving a beaming Kevin an erotic glimpse of an ass-cheek hard from propelling the boy into a sprinter's speed. Kevin knew from the time that a heterosexual boy named Brian had fucked him in his boy love-hole, that he was erotically attracted to masculine young boys. He adored Adam, for sure, always feeling so loved and needed when Adam made love with him and sucked his tiny stiff penis. But his girlish needs were to be: sexually lured, captured and erotically subjugated by a dominant, but gentle masculine little boy. Liam blasted a shot at the goal, following through with an upward thrust of his powerful right leg that lent top-spin on the ball. He never saw the results of his shot, for a defender had undercut his vulnerable left leg which had been planted firmly on the grassy field. He felt an eruption of searing pain in his knee as he crumpled to the ground. So much attention was given to the goal, when the ball arced suddenly below the top post and plunged into the back netting. One boy never let his eyes escape from Liam's triumphant, and then suddenly collapsing, form. Kevin sped to the writhing boy, knowing that he was badly hurt. The sweet little Kevin huddled over the stricken form of the little footballer and frantically waved the others away. "Get the coach! Keep away! We can't let him try to get up! Damn it, do something!" Kevin barked. Adam found the coach who was frantically cell-phoning 911. The coach knew that Kevin was totally correct and, amazingly, had kept the team in a respectable circle around Liam and Kevin. "Liam, I know you are like going nuts with pain, but let me hold your leg still until the ambulance arrives. My name is Kevin." Kevin said soothingly, almost in a strangely confident whisper. The tiny boy gently stroked hair away from Liam's eyes while continuing to protect the injured leg from further harm. Kevin felt the muscles of Liam's leg twitch involuntarily from the pulsating pain. Kevin could see swelling on the knee, but there were no obvious signs of a fracture. "Hold onto this real hard to help with the pain." Kevin said holding out a little clenched fist. "Thanks mate." The suffering little athlete said, as he tightly gripped Kevin's warm hand. Somehow Liam produced a smile. "Hey, Liam you have an accent." Kevin noticed, completely tuning out all the other boys. "I'm a Kiwi lad." Liam managed to say with a hint of amusement in the middle of all this agony. "Shit, man; are you from New Zealand? That is so cool!" Kevin enthused, feeling clever about his meager knowledge of that country. "Kevin, I peed my shorts." Liam whispered. Kevin slipped off his dive shop t-shirt from his immature body and discretely spread it over Liam's shorts, before anyone could notice the spreading wetness. Liam smiled thankfully at Kevin and gave the pretty boy's fist an extra squeeze. Liam felt so comforted by the little blond American. He fought the discomfort and pain by concentrating on the gentle beauty of the semi-nude, beautiful little boy who seemed more than a lovely lad. What a kind little bugger this effeminate boy was. How different his feelings toward Kevin were evolving. It went from amusement at school with Kevin's personally uncensored charm and flamboyance, to unalloyed feelings of affection for the lad. But this cannot be, he insisted internally. How can I be feeling attraction to an obviously homosexual boy? It didn't feel wrong though. It felt warm and good. This little fairy boy was almost making Liam's pain tolerable. Bullocks on what people think. He now wanted to be Kevin's friend. When the paramedics arrived they tossed aside Kevin's t-shirt and removed Liam's jersey to check vital signs. "Give the shirts to him." Liam requested, pointing to Kevin, as they applied an air cushioned contraption to the boy's wounded leg. As Liam was lifted onto the gurney, Kevin smiled at his new friend and donned Liam's red soccer shirt. It hung loosely on Kevin's slight frame, but he somehow felt satisfied with how the shirt felt and smelled, bearing Liam's pleasant young boy odor that Kevin loved. Kevin had tears in his eyes that Adam gently wiped away. He never felt such strong feelings of love, yet he and Liam barely knew one another. He had to visit him in the hospital. ************************************************************************* Kevin was home with his mum, trying to do homework. His thoughts about Liam distracted him, to the point that he was reading the same lines over and over without internalizing anything. "Kevin, you seem so upset. Is there anything I can do?" His mother asked. She and Kevin were very open with one another about things. Kevin shared his thoughts about boys with his mother, so she was not surprised that her sweet and kind little son had a crush on a boy at school. She was frankly relieved that her homosexual son was horrified at the very suggestion of intimacy with a man. "I want to be with Liam, Mom. I can't get it out of my mind how he was run into. His poor leg got bashed and I saw the knee twisted so terribly." Kevin rushed into his mother's arms and let her hold him while he told her what he had researched on the computer. When the telephone rang, Kevin ran to it, lifting it after only one ring. "Is this Kevin?" A woman's voice asked. "Yes ma'am." He replied, knowing it was about Liam. "This is Liam's mother, Kevin. My name is Brenda Coe. The doctor told me that whoever was the first person on the scene did a brilliant job in reducing the chances of making the injury worse. Liam and the coach told me about what you did to protect Liam and comfort him. Is there any way you could visit Liam in the hospital tomorrow?" Kevin relayed the message to his mother and she smiled with a nod. The little boy was suddenly feeling happy about life. "Liam has minor damage to the medial collateral ligament. They will be operating on him tomorrow morning at the UC Davis Medical Center. They have a wonderful sports medicine program. He will probably be ready for visitors after school is out." "I can get there easily on my bike after school. I hope the Kiwi Boy can handle a visit." Kevin heard a laugh so he knew he didn't go over the line with that nickname. "He wants you there no matter what, Kevin." Mrs. Coe insisted. Comments sent to feestyoreayes@yahoo.com are welcome. Cruel ones will be discarded.