Date: Fri, 26 Nov 2010 01:45:21 -0500
From: Cy-kun <cysanonymouslyanonymousemail@gmail.com>
Subject: Everything Will Turn Out Alright Part 2

Disclaimer: Second verse, same as the first! But much shorter. Even though
you're gonna do it anyway don't read this unless you're of legal age and
this type of thing isn't outlawed where you live. If you object to reading
about sex and love between young boys then this isn't for you. I'd still
love to know why you're here though. Copyrighted material that may be
mentioned is owned by the people who own it and I am not one of them. All
of this is fictional, fake, and never happened.

Introduction: Here's part two! I think I'm finally starting to get the hang
of catching my own spelling errors so hopefully this chapter will have less
of them. I'm still stuck writing it in Notepad though. Seriously what kind
of computer doesn't come with at least WordPad? Hm, I seem to have run out
of things to say. How is it that Stan Lee can write a page and a half intro
to every single volume of Marvel Masterworks but I can barely fill up six
sentences? Maybe I'll just rip him off next time. Anyway....

Enjoy part 2!

-Cy ^_^

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	I knew something was up after about 2 minutes of driving.

	My mom is usually on autopilot when she picks me up from
school. She drives right from work to school, drops me off at home then
goes back to work for two hours. The rides home are always the same. She
asks me how my day was, I tell her it was fine, she tells me about whatever
she's doing at work, asks me if I want to stop some place for a snack, I
say no, we drive home, she kisses me goodbye and leaves. This has been the
routine for as long as she's been picking me up after school and it had
never once changed. Even on the days when we pick up Jason she does the
exact same thing. So after 2 minutes of complete silence where I would
catch my mom looking at us sitting in the backseat in the rear view mirror
about every other second I knew there was something wrong. I just couldn't
figure out what. I figured it had something to do with Vicky because every
time my mom looked back at us she'd get this weird little smile on her face
for about half a second. It was really driving me nuts. I decided to be
proactive for once and try to find out what the problem was through subtle
probing.

	"Mom, what's wrong? You're acting all weird." Ok so that just kinda
came out. I really was going to try and be subtle, I swear!

	That weird smile again. "Nothing's wrong Nathan. By the way, when
you were going to tell me where your friend lives so we can drop him off."

	Ok, just for the record my mom is the only one who gets to call me
Nathan. I've even started a so-far-unsuccussful crusade to get Mrs Philips
to call me Nate. And also for the record I had absolutely no idea where
Vicky lived. I was hoping that my unusually good luck would hold out and he
would turn out to live really close to me.

	"Oh, I live at 8456 Howe Avenue Mrs. Ellis" Vicky said. Damn, that
was almost clear across town. All fantasies of sneaking through his window
in the middle of the night and having my way with him vanished like a pinch
of sand in a swift breeze.

	"Thank you, Vicky was it?" my mother asked. Uh oh. I knew that
tone. It was her "I know there's something going on here and you might as
well just tell me because there is no way you're fooling me" tone. I hated
that tone. It was deceptively playful and lulled you into a false sense of
security while she ripped your inner most secrets out through your throat.

	"Yes Mrs. Ellis, well, my name's actually Victor but everyone calls
me Vicky." He smiled. Was he even capable of introducing himself without
smiling? I hoped not.

	"Please, call me Julia. Mrs. Ellis sounds like an English
housekeeper or something like that." She laughed at her own joke.

	Oh this was bad. She never, ever, tells people she just meets to
call her by her first name right away like that. She didn't even tell Jason
to call her Julia until the 5th time he came over and she had been so
excited that I "made my first new friend". She must think he's a drug
dealer or something horrible. There could be no other explination why she's
being so uncharacteristicaly nice. Not that she isn't a nice person it's
just that she has a hard time trusting people. Being cheated on by your
high school sweetheart who you've been married to for 15 years and have a
son with will do that to you I guess. She never warms up to people this
quickly unless she's trying to put them at ease. And she only trys to put
people at ease because she wants them to let something slip.

	"So how did you two boys meet?" mom asked. Before I could say
anything or do anything, like kick open the door, drag Vicky out of the
moving car and get him into witness protection, he answered her.

	"We met at the community pool over the summer and then it turned
out that we're in most of the same classes in school." Vicky answered.

	"Ahhhh", my mom said. I knew that tone as well. It meant she
figured out what she was trying to figure out. I felt myself relax a
little, there was nothing terrible in anything he said so she probably
didn't think he was a terrorist or anything. Still, I was very curious as
to what she noticed. That would have to wait though because my mom and
Vicky were still talking and I thought it would probably be a good idea to
pay attention.

	"...moved here at the beginning of summer.' Vicky was saying. "My
parents got divorced and since my dad grew up here he thought it would be a
better place to raise a kid by himself than New York. Plus he works all the
time so it's a lot safer for me to be alone here than in a city. At least
that's what he says."

	"How do you like it here so far?" mom asked.

	"I like it a lot." He replied and smiled. Did he glance at me when
he said that?

	"I'm glad to hear it. Nathan could always use more friends." she
said and smiled in the mirror at me.

	"MOM!" I yelled, thouroughly embarressed. I really didn't have a
reason to be, Vicky already knew that Jason was my only real friend but
still no one wants their mom to start talking about them to the boy they're
in love with.

	"No need to get all defensive. I wasn't going to tell your little
friend anything embarressing." she laughed.

	"Mom, he's not my 'little friend' I'm not 10 anymore, ok?" I
emplored.

	"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't realize that you were all grown up Mr
Ellis. I guess since your such an adult you should start looking for a
job. We have an entry level opening down at the office if you're
interested."

	"Mom! Please! Do you have to be so.....you?" I was starting to get
just a bit pissed. It seemed like she was trying to make me look stupid in
front of Vicky, who by the way I just noticed was laughing his ass off at
this exchange.

	"Traitor", I mumbled under my breath.

	Vicky just grinned at me and started laughing again. I felt an
unwilling smile creep it's way over my face. Damn, I couldn't even PRETEND
to be angry at him!

	Vicky's house was closer to the school than mine so we got there
pretty quickly. It was a pretty nice house. Big, but not extravagant and it
even had a basketball hoop in the driveway. Not one of those sand-filled
portable ones either but a real hoop cemented into the ground. Not that I
was a big basketball guy or anything but I was a big watching boys playing
basketball in shorts and revealing tanktops while getting all sweaty guy. I
tried very hard not to think of Vicky all sweaty and topless because I
really didn't need my way too observant mother to notice the inevitable
hardon that would accompany that image.

	"Well it looks like we're here", said my mom. "Have a nice day
Vicky I'm sure I'll be seeing you again."

	"Goodbye Julia." he said as he got out of the car. He leaned back
in. "Goodbye Nate." He smiled at me before walking up to his front door.

	"Bye!" I yelled after him. We waited in the driveway until he
unlocked his door, waved at us again and closed the door behind him. My mom
backed out of the driveway and started driving home. We didn't even make it
10 feet away from his house before she started.

	"So, he's very cute." she said

	"Mom!" I yelled. Ok this was not a conversation I wanted to have
right now. Or, you know, ever. She ignored me of course.

	"Now I see why you were so depressed over the summer." What? "I was
afriad something happened to you but I'm happy that it wasn't anything that
bad." She must have mistook my look of confusion for something else. "What?
If I was your age I'd have fallen for him too, like I said he's very cute."
She smiled at me.

	"Wha....wait....how....what?" Just because I have a large
vocabulary doesn't mean I can always use it properly.

	"What? It's not like you were trying to hide your feelings. Or if
you were you were doing a terrible job."

	Ok, this was getting a bit weird. I really had no idea what I could
have possibly done that would have even given a hint that I was in love
with Vicky. I didn't gaze longingly at him or rub up against him or drool
or anything. I could understand Jason noticing something because I kinda
was flirting with him in class but I wasn't doing anything like that in the
car, was I? If I was unconciously acting like I was in love with Vicky how
many other people noticed? Was I going to go through the next 5 years known
as the school fag? I had to know what I did.

	"How did you know?" I asked sheepishly.

	"Easy", she said. "You got in the backseat. I haven't been able to
get you back there for years, you wouldn't even sit back there when your
grandmother came to visit last year but you went right back there today
just so you could be closer to that boy."

	Oh.

	Yeah I kinda was in the backseat wasn't I? Well at least it wasn't
anything that most people would pick up on but still the fact that I
unconsciously sat in the back to be closer to Vicky and didn't even realize
it until just now made me nervous. I would have to be more careful how I
acted around him in the future. At least in public.

	I thought about asking why she got that "Ah ha!" look when Vicky
said we met at the pool but considering she was apparently a lot more
perceptive than I had thought I didn't want to know. The last thing I
needed was to hear that my mom knew I only went to the pool to stare at
boys.

	"So is he your boyfriend yet?" mom asked.

	"Mom! No! I mean I don't even know if he's gay or interested in me
or anything like that. We really just met!" Getting embarressed again.

	My mom sighed and shook her head, "I guess even gay boys are still
boys."

	Now what the hell did she mean by that?



	I never found out. We drove the rest of the way home mostly in
silence. Not an angry or awkward silence but the silence of two people who
have nothing interesting to say to each other. We got home after about 20
minutes or so of driving in light traffic. I said goodbye to mom, went
inside and made myself a snack and by "made myself a snack" I meant I
opened up a box of Oreo's and ate half of it. What? I have a high
metabolism so it's not like I'm gonna get fat or anything. Besides they're
tasty, you can't just eat one!

	I watched some TV in the living room for a while, went up to my
room, played some Halo: Reach (Halo is so much better than Call of Duty
don't you think?) and then started my homework. Yeah, they gave us homework
on the first day. I'm pretty sure that falls under "cruel and unusual
punishment" and if it doesn't there has to be a paragraph in the Geneva
Conventions about it.

	At some point while I was doing my homework my mom came home,
yelled something up the stairs about me eating myself sick one of these
days then made me dinner. I ate in my room and finished up my
homework. About 5 minutes after I finished my phone rang. When I turned 13
my mom decided I was old enough for my own phone line and the only person
besides her who had the number was Jason. I didn't even remember to give it
to Vicky. Shit! I didn't even get his email or IM name or anything like
that. God I could be such an idiot sometimes. I answered the phone.

	"Hey, Jason what's up?"

	"Not much, your boyfriend with you?" he asked.

	I groaned. "Not you too. Look, he's not my boyfriend ok?"

	"Yeah but you want him to be right?"

	"Well, yeah, but, look, I don't even know if he's interested in me,
or even if he's gay!" I was starting to get tired of saying this.

	Jason sighed in almost the exact same way my mother did in the car
earlier. "You know, you're supposed to be all smart and everything but
Jesus Christ you can be stupid sometimes."

	I wasn't about to dispute this but I still didn't know what he was
getting at. "What do you mean?"

	"Dude, you guys were staring at each other the exact same way all
day. I was in almost every single one of your classes and you didn't even
look my way once. At lunch I thought you two were gonna jump across the
table and maul each other. In gym class all you guys did was talk and smile
at each other." He was in my gym class? "You guys are the most sickly sweet
couple I've ever seen in my life and you aren't even a couple yet! Only a
complete idiot could think he wasn't interested in you!" He laughed. "Which
is why you need it explained to you by someone smart and worldly like me."

	I didn't say anything at first. Could he really be right? My heart
soared at the thought of it, it was the one thing I wanted more than
anything else but I needed to be sure. I needed to know. I didn't think
Jason was lying to me but how could I be sure he was reading the signs
right. What he could be seeing as love could just be Vicky's natural
friendliness couldn't it? I thought so but was I just so scared to get my
hopes up that I was looking for reasons to be pessimistic? I had no idea
and why was Jason staring at us in the first place. He was completely
straight so he couldn't have been jealous.....could he? Was he secretly
pining for me all these years? That was something I don't think I could
have dealt with right then so I had to ask.

	"Um, Jason, why were you staring at us all day?" I asked

	"Nate, you're my best friend, you have been since you moved here
and you barely even said three words to me all day. It kinda hurt you
know?"

	Wow. I felt like a completely self centered asshole, and not just
because I thought that the only reason he could have been staring at me was
because he was secretly in love with me. Jason was right. I had been
completely ignoring him all day, even when we were all together at lunch I
barely spoke to him. Yeah him and Vicky were talking a bit so it wasn't
like he was completely shut out but I was his friend and I just sat there
and ignored him.

	"Jason I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't even think about that. I
came into school depressed because I thought I was never gonna see Vicky
again and then when I found out that he was in my school I couldn't even
focus on anything else. That's not really an excuse though, I should have
talked to you more. You've been my only friend since forever and the last
thing I wanted to do was make you feel like I was tossing you to the
side. I'm sorry."

	I was almost in tears now. Jason could be a jackass sometimes but
I've never had a better friend in my life. I could talk to him about
anything. Even back before I told him I was gay I knew he'd be ok with it
because that's just the kind of person he was. He never judged anybody
unfairly and he always knew the right thing to say to make me feel
better. I really should have called him over the summer and told him about
Vicky instead of sitting at the pool day after day getting more and more
depressed.

	"It's alright." he said. "I don't want you to beat yourself up over
it. I forgive you. And you know I'm glad that you're in love. It's about
damn time you found somebody. Now you don't have to hang around the pool
all summer leering at all the little boys." He laughed. I did too and
instantly felt better.

	"Hey I don't leer. I oogle. There's a difference." I said

	"Yeah, Mr Dictionary, what difference?" he asked

	"Well, oogling is more dignified. I'm like a conessuer of fine
art." I said smugly.

	"Oh my God you are so full of shit." He said and we both laughed.

	"So, do you really think he likes me?" I asked after the laughter
died down.

	"Yes! In fact I will bet you an entire year of an Xbox Live Gold
subscription that he feels the exact same way as you."

	"Where are you gonna get 50 dollars?" I asked incredulously.

	"I don't need 50 dollars because I'm not going to lose."

	"Alright then where am I going to get 50 dollars?"

	"Sell your body?"

	"Can't do that if I'm in a comitted relationship now can I?"

	"Sell his body?"

	"Don't talk about Vicky that way!" I yelled. I realized my anger
was irrational but that didn't stop me from being angry.

	"Calm down! I was just kidding, I didn't mean anything by it."

	"Just don't talk about him that way ok? He's not one of those boys
at the pool, he's more than just a body."

	My anger disappeared as fast as it flared up. You may be familiar
with my love for Vicky but remember that Jason wasn't privy to all my
internal melodrama. He still knew me as mostly a pervert who was only
interested in attractive bodies. It's not an entierly unfair assessment
based on three years worth of lewd comments and summers oogling (ok, fine,
leering) at boys at the pool. But as much as I wanted to have sex with
Vicky I wanted to be loved by him more and hearing him talked about to me
in the same way I used to go on about those nameless summer boys made me
angry. At myself as much as Jason.

	"Wow, you really have it bad for this kid huh?" he asked.

	"You have no idea." I replied.

	"Well, good luck dude."

	"Thanks." I said and smiled to myself.

	We talked for another half hour after that, not about anything
important or really all that interesting. Just catching up on what we did
over the summer and what we thought about our teachers so far. We both
agreed that day one homework must have been some cruel kind of torture left
over from the Spanish Inquisition (insert Monty Python joke here) but that
otherwise it seemed like we got halfway decent teachers. After that we said
our goodbyes and hung up. I looked at the clock and noticed it was a little
bit after 9:30 at night. I decided to take a shower. Now, normally I
wouldn't go into detail about this but I do feel a bit bad that this story
hasn't had any sex whatsoever yet so I'm going to attempt a little fan
service here.

	After making sure my mom knew that I was going to get a shower, she
has this habit of deciding to do dishes, flushing the toilet or taking a
shower herself when I'm in there, I got my pajamas and walked into the
bathroom. I put my PJ's next to the sink, turned on the shower and waited
for it to warm up. I took off my T-Shirt and pants, threw them in the
corner and looked at myself in the mirror. I was as slender as always,
Oreo's notwithstanding, and I admired the way the bright lights of the
bathroom made my pale skin look almost ethereal. I wasn't toned like Vicky
was but you could see slight rises where I might someday have visible arm
and stomach muscles. I turned sideways to the mirror and smiled at the sexy
way my boxer-briefs hugged my tight ass. I always liked my ass. It was very
much a boys ass but at the same time there was enough plumpness to suggest
that it was an ass made for sin. I often jerked off while thinking about
dropping my pants in public and letting the first person to be lured in by
my ass have their way with me. Of course in my fantasies everyone who
walked by happened to be one of more of the boys I saw at the pool. Now all
my fantasies were filled with nobody but Vicky. I decided to free my
erection and slowly pulled down my boxer-briefs. My cock sprung from it's
confines and I kicked my underwear into the corner as well. I studied my
cock. It was about 6 inches long, a two fingerlengths wide and
circumcised. I learned online that it was a bit above average for a boy my
age so I was hopeful that by the time I fully matured I would have a nice
sized piece of meat hanging between my legs. Not that I was in any hurry to
mature.

	I stroked myself slowly as I looked at my reflection. I wasn't a
narcissist or anything but I did find myself pretty sexy. I even had a few
naked pictures of myself on my computer once that I took with a now broken
digital camera that I used to jerk off to but I got too paranoid about
someone finding them and ended up deleting them. I picked up the pace of my
strokes and slowly ran my left hand up and down the front of my body. My
skin was as hairless as Vicky's but for some reason his felt smoother, as
if just being a part of him made it somehow better. I jerked myself off
faster at the thought of Vicky. I pretended that it was him running his
hand up and down my body, admiring me as I stood naked before him. I was
almost at the brink of orgasm when I suddenly realized that if I kept going
I was going to have a pretty big mess to clean up. By this time the water
was hot enough to I got into the shower.

	The steaming water hit my head and flowed down my body. My soaked
hair stuck to the front of my face so I leaned my head up into the shower
blast and brushed it back with my fingers. Now that my hair was safely
contained I decided to finish what I started. I grabbed my cock and started
jerking it slowly, increasing the tempo with every stroke. I ran my left
hand over my ass and followed the water down my crack to my sensative
hole. I teased it with my finger as I jerked myself off. I imagined Vicky
behind me rubbing his cock slowly over my hole, tantalising me. I imagined
his putting his arm around me and softly kissing my neck. My fantasy Vicky
whispered in my ear that he loved me and that he wanted nothing more than
to take me right there. I pushed my finger inside my ass as I pictured him
thrusting into me. I let out a moan as I felt my finger move deeper. I
stroked faster. I moved my finger in and out of my hole as fantasy Vicky
fucked my ass. That was too much for me. I groaned in pleasure as my cum
shot out of my dick and his the shower wall. My cock pumped once, twice,
three, no four times as I emptied my balls in the shower. I grabbed it hard
at the base and forced out any cum that hadn't been shot out by my
orgasm. My finger slid out of my ass and I stood there catching my
breath. That was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. I noticed
that there was some cum on my hand and I licked it off. I love the taste of
semen, every time I jerk off I try to eat as much of it as I can. I wasn't
about to lick the shower though so this time most of it ended up going down
the drain.

	After that I washed up, jerked off two more times and got out of
the shower. Three intense orgasms in the span of 20 minutes took a lot out
of even a horny 13 year old so it was all I could do to stay awake while I
dried myself off and brushed my hair. I put my pajamas on (I call them
pajamas but really all they are are a pair of flannel pants that you tie
off with a string and an old 88.9 Rockin' Radio T-Shirt from back in Alaska
that was about three sizes too big for me) walked into my bedroom, turned
off the lights and fell into a deep sleep.

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	Well, I think I did better with that ending huh? Part three is
already being edited and will be on it's way to you soon. We might even be
getting some actual sex ~_^