Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2000 14:18:00 EST From: Kidd9587@aol.com Subject: "Fishin' in the dark" - Chapter-1 - (young-friends) Like all of my stories so far, this one started swimming around in my head after hearing a song. If you are wondering which song look up and read the title. I am a big fan of southern rock-n-roll. If you want to know why it because I'm from a little country town deep in the south. This story will be like my previous two, which means it will not be very sexually explicit. I think that many times in relationships people forget the whole reason for it. Not sex! But because your love for that person. Authors Note: This story contains racial terms and slang and other words which may be offensive to certain ethinic groups. Please over look them. It is only part of the story. I myself am not racist. I am 100% against hate! I know what it's like to be in the minority. Once again, please understand them in the context of the characters. T Note: Please go easy on me after reading this story. I'm still new to this. If you notice any mistakes It's probably some I've already found after posting this. If you like this story please e-mail me and let me know. But please do not send Instant Messages. If you do some one may be around my computer when you do. Please send all e-mail to kidd9587@aol.com I hope you enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------- Fishin' in the dark Chapter-1 Copyright 2000 by Kiddo A person can only take so much heat under the hot Georgia sun. I can normally take it like a man, but when I can't I simply toss my shirt off. Unlike many places up North the night is one of the hottest times in summer. I know that all to well. In fact, that was one of the things that changed the course of my life forever... Where I live is about as close to heaven as a person can get. It isn't always sun shiney or anything, but it is peaceful, meaningful, and has a place in my heart. All the surrounding acres have been traced back to my family, the Hides, as far as the anti-bellum Georgia period. That also is the case with my friend Joe. His family, the Halls, has owned thier land for over a century. Our family and his have always been close. We are the only people within 5 miles. Joe and I have very diferent families. My family has only two people in it, my grandmother and me. Joe, on the other hand, has a rather large family. I sometimes thank God that I'm not him. I'd never be able to keep my sanity with 4 brothers and 1 sister. I like all of his brothers. All except one. Butch (17)! I don't like him. He's always putting down other people because they happen to be different. Every other word out of his mouth is mean. He's always saying stuff like " Well I'll be fagged" and "Son of a nigger". I try not to listen to them. I'm against hate. He gets it from his dad. His dad loves them and cares for them the best he know how, but his bad example rubbed of on Butch. Joe and the rest are nothing like him or their dad. Joe, Tyler, and Matt all turned out fine. Joe and I are 14. Tyler and Matt are both twins. They are both 12 (obviously! twins are always the same age!). Their sister, Amy, is only 9 months. Although sometimes I'm glad I don't have a family of his size, I sometimes envy him. I have only one person to run to when I need help, but I couldn't ask for a better person. My grandmother is a a diebetic. She's been told hundreds of times that she would die any time soon, but she always proved them wrong. I should start placing bets with docters every time they say that. I could be a millionare by the time I'm 21. My mom died when I was 10, and I never knew my father. My mom was an only child (which doesn't help me). I've managed to survive with just my grandmother. She has done more than I think any one else could have possibly done under her circumstances. One of the things I love the most about her is she has never even complained about me. We are very close. I tell her everything. She even knows I'm gay. She says that she has doubts to whether I'm gay or not, but if I am then it's perfectly fine with her. She told me she can't afford to lose me because I'm the only person she has left. My grandmother doesn't work. She can't! She doesn't always use her wheelchair. Sometimes when she's wearing her fake leg she will use a cane to walk with. There is only one thing I haven't told my grandmothr yet, and that is that I think I'm in love with Joe. Me and him go way back. I'd say since we were in diapers. His mom and mine were very close. I'm not sure how long I've known I've loved him. I guess I always knew that I liked Joe in a way that I never liked anybody else. He always had my attention. He still does. I like his brothers fine, but Joe is my only friend. Not just in his family, but Joe is my only friend period. I went downstairs and waved to Grandma on the way out the door. She had no clue where I was going, but she had sence enough not to ask. Where we lived there wasn't much to do, and there sure as hell wasn't anything that could get me in trouble. She normally just gave me a look as if asking 'Do I even want to know?'. I'm the type of kid that loves the outdoors. I think to often people forget just what all God gave us that lies outdoors. I love going down to the creek, climbing the hills, and exploring all the land that I've never been on that will one day belong to me. I made my way up the street to Joe's house. I of course took time to pet Sandy (Joe's German Shepsrd). His family had Sandy for about 5 years. They refered to her as a watch dog, but in reallity she was nothing mre than a big over loving dog. She was protective of Joe and the twins though. I don't think she likes Butch. Not many people do. I know my grandmother doesn't. And I sure as hell don't! I reached for the doorbell with my left hand (I'm left handed) when Mrs. Hall opened the door. " Anthony, please come in." I sometimes can't help but thinking about how Mrs. Hall has a ever-present smile, and how her pain in the ass son, Butch, has a ever-lacking one. Mrs. Hall went to find Joe who had to be somewhere within the giant comfines of their giagantic house. My house is big, 8 rooms, but Joe's househas 10 rooms. They have a large family and all, but Damn! thats a big house. Joe obviously knew why I had come because he had his fishing pole in hand. " Mom can I spend the night at Anthony's?" Joe asked. " I don't know why don't you ask him replied Mrs. Hall. " He asked me if I wanted to. He said he would be over to see if I could, so what do you?" Joe asked in that one voice his mom never could seem to say no to. " It's fine with me." Mrs. Hall said and went upstairs to give Amy a bath. We were about half way down the road before either of us said anything. " I hope you don't mind that I brought my pole?" Joe asked. "Of course not, that's what I was planning on us to do," I said breaking of before I finished what I wanted to say " in fact I was going to see if Grandma would let us go out real late.". "Sounds like fun!" Joe said excitedly. We told Grandma about our plans. She said it would be fine. Why not? It is summer time, it's way to hot to catch a cold this late a night, and if she said no we would have sneeked out anyway. I think another reason she's so nice to me is because I'm her only Grandchild, only relative on top of that. Around midnight me and Joe went out the basement door with rods in hand and bait in our pocket (I know, it sounds weird). Neither of us were wearing a shirt because it must have been around 85 degrees. We didn't run or anything in fact we walked kinda slow. I always enjoy walking to the creek it sorta excties me. I know I don't have much chances of catching anything but a shoe, myself, or something that I threw in there before. I think the real fun in fishing comes from just sitting around and getting mad. I always have the most fun right after I get pissed at myself, my rod, or a fish. We walked down to the bank and sat down on the roots of the old oak that lied adjacent to the creek. It provided something to lean back on as well as a piss target. I pulled some of the artificial bait out of my pocket along with some bread and a lighter. I figured Joe and I could fix anything that we caught. Joe was the first to cast in and the first to reel in. I was having trouble getting my bait on. I soon casted out, but when I reeled in I could feel something on the line. I yanked the pole to make sure the hook was stuck in it good and started to reeling in. I guess you could call it a minor disapointment. I've caught hundreds of sticks. " Anthony, you wanna go for a swim?" Joe asked me. What started out as a normal day had just changed. I knew were he was going with this. I had seen Joe nude about a million times, but I had always been clothed. I wasn't quite sure what to say, but I went for it. " Sure, but I we didn't bring a change of clothes." I said thinking maybe that would change his idea. It didn't! " We can swim nude, hell we've seen each other nude before. We still take showers together sometimes." He said. " Ok." I said giving in. I started reaching for the zipper on my shorts when I looked up and saw Joe. I couldn't help but stare as he dropped his shorts. He was beautiful! I love his perfectly 5'7 sized body, his year round tan, medium length light brown hair, his blue eys, and warm heart. I'm not ugly, but I'm not as handsome as Joe. I'm a little taller than him. I have longer and lighter brown hair. I have blue eyes as well, but no ones eyes are as beautiful as Joe's. I looked up one more time to savor all I could and noticed Joe wasn't wearing anything under his shorts. This really turned me on. I tried hide the excitement that was showing below my waiste, but later just stopped caring. Joe wasn't exactly asleep down there either. I souldn't have been stupid enought to stand around long. Joe noticed I was hesitating to jump in so he pushed me in. I decided not to get mad. The water felt nice. The warm water really started to relax me until Joe swimmed up underneath me, grabbed a leg, and pulled me under. This of course led to wrestling. I couldn't get enough of it. I was really enjoing it. When we was getting out Joe seemed nervous about something. " Hey Anthony can I tell you something and you promise you won't get mad or beat me up or anything like that?". "What!?," I said in disbelief " why would I beat you up because you tell me something?" I asked. " Well here it goes. I really enjoyed that!" he said. I just looked up what the hell is he talking about I thought. "So did I, but next time I'm going to beat you." I said. " Noyou don't get it Anthony, I liked it way to much." He said and dropped down below the branches of the oak tree and started crying. " What are you trying to say?" I asked again. I think I knew what he meant. " Joe I loved what we just did, it made me feel good in lots of places," Joe couldn't help but giggle at that " Joe I think I love you." I said. He looked up that slowing descending smile of his shot right back up into it's rightful possion. " What?" He asked with a grin on his face. He seemed happy that I knew where he was going with the conversation. I crawled down next to him and looked at the tears that were rolling down his face. Joe had always been the emotional type, I've always been one too, but not as much as Joe. What was tears of fear no less than one minute ago now were tears of Joy. Joe and I had been friends since we couldn't pronounce each other's name now 13 years later at the age of 14 our friendship grew. Joe looked up at me and said the only thing that could have made that night mre special to me. " Anthony, I love you too." To be contiunued If you enjoyed chapter one of this story please send me an e-mail and let me know. My e-mail address is <A HREF="mailto:kidd9587@aol.com">Kidd9587@aol.com </A>. Please do not send any instant messages. I hope you continue to check back for future chapters!