Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2006 21:37:18 -0400
From: BWCTwriter <bwctadmin@cox.net>
Subject: Love Transcending Ch 8

Author's Note: I know it's been forever since BWCT was updated, but a
lot of crazy stuff has gone on in my life since then, a lot bad, but a
really really good event, which helped me return to writing again.  There
is a style shift in these new chapters, as I am no longer the same person
I was when I wrote chapters 1-7.  Rather than change the first 7
chapters, I'm leaving them as is and continuing on.  I hope my
transition makes sense to you.

Please send any and all comments to bwctadmin@cox.net .

Enjoy the story- BWCTWriter



My mother shook herself out of her trance and turned back toward the
door.  "I'm sorry I barged in on you boys," she apologized as she left
the room.  "Breakfast will be ready in twenty minutes."  With that, she
left the room, closing the door behind her.

Chris and I were speechless.  The fear began to set in as we slowly
dressed to go upstairs for breakfast.  This was a lot sooner than I had
planned to have to deal with coming out to my parents.  I wasn't sure
what my mother would think of us now, whether she'd be upset, and worst
of all, whether she planned on telling my father what was going on, which
I feared would not go well, especially since we'd been having sex in his
house without his knowledge.  Things were escalating faster than I had
anticipated.

Reluctantly, Chris and I climbed the stairs to the kitchen, grasping each
other's hand for support, and went in to face my mother, who was
standing at the counter preparing two plates of breakfast: pancakes,
sausage, and orange juice.  We kept our heads down, afraid to look at my
mother in the face.

"So boys," she started, "how long have you been together?"

`Ok,' I thought, `we're still here so she is probably not gonna kick
us out.  I guess she does know, so we might as well be honest.'

I looked over at Chris to make sure he was ok with me answering
truthfully.  He nodded, and I answered my mother.  "Since the trip."

"But we knew," Chris added, "since right before I left for
Arkansas."  He paused to choose his next words, then continued.  "How
did you know?"

"You mean besides catching you...in bed this morning?" she joked.
"Well, Matt may think he's covered his tracks on the computer, but he
must have forgotten a couple times.  It's alright, Matt, Chris.  I'm
glad my son has found someone as sweet and caring as you, Chris.  He
doesn't even talk to me about his life anymore.  We used to be able to
talk about anything until a couple years ago."

I felt guilty that I was too afraid to be honest with my mother.  "I'm
sorry mom; I don't even like myself for who I am.  How can I expect
anyone else to?"

"You can expect me to," she retorted, "because I'm you're mother."  She
paused a moment, then asked "Do you love each other?"

I held up our clasped hands, smiling over at my love for a second, then
turning pack to my mother and replied with confidence, "He's my soul
mate."

Chris held me close and kissed my neck tenderly.  "And he is mine."

I shrugged him away, nodding over towards my mother.  "I'm sorry mom, we
promise not to kiss in front of you."  My low self-esteem was kicking
into overdrive at that moment, but my mother was quick to dismiss my
inhibitions.

"It's alright honey," she said, "just keep the R-rated stuff in the
bedroom."

I blushed a deep shade of red and whined, "MOOOOooom, you're embarrassing
me."

Chris just stood back and laughed. My mother, Chris, and I sat down to
breakfast, and we had a pleasant meal.  Mom would smile occasionally as
she saw the looks Chris and I gave to each other, the smiles, how our
bodies remained in partial contact during the entire meal.  I couldn't
help it; even an inch of space was further a distance than I ever wanted
to be from my love.

My mother smiled at our playful antics, perhaps recalling her own
memories of first love.  I was so relieved that I had one more ally in
this war.  I hoped she'd be able to help me keep my dad from finding
out, or if we were discovered, that she could keep him from killing me.
I was sure he'd try and convince me that I was straight, as if no son of
his was allowed to be different, a sissy, a fag.

            After breakfast, my mother left for church, alone as always,
leaving us boys to tend to the house.  Now, even though she left us,
knowing that we were sexually involved, and seemingly approved of our
relationship, I wasn't ready to romp with my lover every chance I got.
Chris was pulling me towards my bedroom downstairs, but I insisted we
just spend some quality time together.  Though he would have preferred
another round of horizontal exercise, he graciously followed my wishes,
and we spent the morning cuddled together on the couch, watching TV.

            Upon arriving home, my mother announced it was time to do
some school shopping, to which both Chris and I groaned allowed.

            "Now, boys," my mother declared, "this has to be done today.
I have to work all week and you start school on Wednesday.  Christopher,
your mother has given me some money to get your supplies as well.  She is
very busy trying to coordinate the new move, so she asked me to help
out.  Now get dressed, both of you, and meet me in the car in ten
minutes."

            With little haste did we untangle ourselves from the couch
and go downstairs to get dressed.  However, once my mother began honking
intermittently, I knew it was time to speed up our efforts.  We threw our
clothes on hastily and ran upstairs and scuffled out the door just in
time to hear two more beeps of the car horn.

            As we strode the mall together, my mother 30 feet in front of
us, of course, we looked for our favorite apparel stores.  To my mother's
protestations, we refused to let her help us pick out our clothes,
instead relying on the tastes of each other.

            "You look better in black," Chris commented when he saw me
grabbing a pair of faded blue jeans.  Taking his advice, I ditched the
blue jeans, grabbed some black baggy ones, a couple of khakis, and some
cargo pants.

            Chris tried on some of the same, though he had a style all
his own.  He seemed to like the Old Navy type apparel.  I was no help; I
thought he looked sexy in anything, even if they were the most hideous
clothes on the planet.  So, if he wanted to spare his own embarrassment,
he'd have to do it himself.

            After my mother paid for our clothes, and we had a late lunch
together, we stopped at a shoe store and acquired a couple snazzy pairs
of shoes.  We were tempted to get the same exact shoes, but figured we'd
look a little suspicious walking around like that in school together.

            Finishing up our day of shopping, we purchased loads of paper
and pencils, notebooks and folders, our jovial mood from being together
ruined by the final realization that our summer was almost over.  In less
than three days, we would be in school, listening to our teachers drone
on, and we would most definitely have less time to spend together.  I
prayed to a God that I thought still owed me for my shitty, depressing
childhood that we would have a few classes together, though if we
couldn't control our behavior in public, having even one class together
and successfully hiding our closeted homosexuality would be a chore for
the both of us.

            Once we arrived home, Chris called his mother, who would be
picking him up shortly.  Chris gathered his stuff by the door and we
waited together for her to arrive. As the car pulled up to take my love
away from me, albeit temporarily, we hugged each other behind the privacy
of the front door, I opened the door for my love and he departed.  I
stood by the door and watched him get into his mother's car, and did not
look away until the car had driven out of sight.



            The following day, my mother had to go to work, so I was sent
over to Chris' house, whose parents were still unpacking the last of the
boxes from the move.  We helped re-arrange the furniture to their liking,
and then went to his room.  He showed me his new room, which, not
surprisingly, was still in boxes.  If I was just "getting to know" Chris
in this, the beginning of our relationship, and was inconvenienced by a
move, I know I would skip as much as I could in order to free up time for
my love.

            As we hung up his new clothes, we talked about this and that,
nothing important really.  His mother informed us that our High School
registration was at 2pm, so we had just enough time to eat lunch, dress
in our new clothes for the school pictures, and go to the orientation.
Though I was a sophomore, and he was a freshman, there was still hope for
us to be together during the school year.  Our gym classes were split
into two groups: freshman/sophomore and junior/senior days, so we had a
shot at being in the same gym class.  Then there was lunch, which we
hoped would be the same.  We were in the same math class together, Chris
being a year ahead of me in that department, thus we were both going to
be in Geometry.  Those, unfortunately, would be the only classes we had
even the slightest chances of being together in.

            At the orientation, we both scrambled to our perspective
lines in the office, retrieving our class schedules first.  We scurried
out of the office and to the corner of the school lobby, excitedly
comparing our schedules.  To our luck, we had Gym and Math together, as
well as lunch period.  After finding our lockers and locating which class
was where, we finished registration, had our pictures taken, and were on
our way.

            Chris' mother dropped me off around 5, just in time to help
my mother make dinner, and I spent the rest of the night and the
following day at home, preparing for school.  I called Chris later that
night and we talked for a while, about which teachers we had.  I warned
him to watch out for one, and that another was so easy all you had to do
was show up, and we continued for an hour or so.

            I never used to talk so much on the phone, but ever since I
found my new BOYFRIEND, a word I loved to repeat over and over in my
head, I just gabbed like crazy.  I'm pretty sure he didn't mind though,
as I knew he would tell me to shut up if I was talking too much.  I
discovered that honesty is something that I could expect from him, as he
could from me, in our relationship.  I wouldn't mind if he told me to
shut up, I'd just be happy that he knew I wouldn't take it personally.

            After our long conversation, which left me longing for his
touch again, I decided I needed to deal with the straining erection I'd
had for the entire phone conversation, so I slowly pleasured myself,
enjoying a warm soothing orgasm, then drifting off to sleep, thoughts of
Chris never leaving my mind.

            I wondered how school would affect our relationship, as I was
not ready to be open about my sexuality to everyone who know and loved
(and many cases hated) me.  I was sure that my close friends would be
fine with it, but there were a lot of gay jokes and accusations going
around school, and I didn't want to be any more apart of it than I
already was.

I never could defend myself physically, thus anything they threw at me
stuck with little opposition.  I really hated it, but, at that time, my
self esteem was pretty much at a record low in my life.  I found no safe
haven from the abuse I took from others, even from my own brother and
sister.

I decided to talk to my mother on Monday night about my depression, and
she was very compassionate and understanding, and made an appointment to
see my doctor on Friday.  My mother asked me if I wanted to find a local
counselor in the area, but I told her I'd ask Dr. Beck when I saw him on
Friday.  I was always very comfortable with his style and had no doubt
that he would be serious and non-judgmental on the subject, so I just
waited for the days to pass.



Chris was stuck home Tuesday, continuing to get things organized in his
new home.  But we called each other all day long.  My mother was getting
annoyed at having to hear the phone ring 6 times that day, but resigned
herself to doing nothing, not wanting to put a damper on my happiness.
We were excited to see how our new relationship would develop, especially
with the obstacles of school to dodge.  It would be an adjustment, but we
were so happy with being together at all, that it didn't matter then.

When the alarm sounded at 6am Wednesday morning, I was very unhappy.  I
loathed with passion having to get up so early in the morning, but the
remembrance of what waited for me at school was enough to put enough
hustle in me to be early for class, one of very few that day.

Though I was almost seventeen, "problems" with certain officials at the
department of motor vehicles left me without a license or a car that
year.  I remembered being so excited when I got to take driver's
education a year ahead of most of the kids in my same graduating class,
as I was a year older than them.  I thought I was the cat's pajamas,
being one of the only freshmen that could drive.  But alas, the evil
dictators at the DMV put a stop to my gloating real fast.  I tried every
month, but I never seemed able to convince the instructor of my solid
driving ability.  I hoped that the ego boost of having a hot new
boyfriend would somehow make it easier for me to trust myself and pass
that test with flying colors.  After all, what good was having a
boyfriend if you couldn't take him around in your hot rod and spoil him
to no end?

After my MOTHER dropped me off at school, I met up with Chris shortly
before Geometry was to begin.  I knew I was going to loathe having math
at 8am.  But hey, at least I have a gorgeous boyfriend to drool over
while the minutes ticked away.

Chris and I walked off to a quiet corner and had a small conversation
while we waited for the final bell.  I started.

"You better not distract me too much with your cuteness in there.  I
need to get good grades or my parents will kill me!"

"Can I help that I'm THIS good looking?" he asked with a sly grin.
"Well, you better not get too distracted 'cause I hate geometry.  I'm
gonna need all the help I can get."

"Wait a second," I pondered, "you're a year ahead of me in math, and
you're the one who needs the extra help?"

"Well how am I supposed to pay attention when I have to deflect all your
goofy stares all day?"

"Good point," I concluded.  Just then, the final bell rang, and a herd
of students filed into the classroom, where an older, white-haired
gentleman stood at the front podium.

Chris took a seat in the middle of the room, one seat from the front,
which I assumed was meant for me.  Lord knows if I had been sitting
anywhere but in front of him, I'd fail that class for sure.

"Ok kids, quiet down now" the teacher started, "I'm Mr. Anderson, and
this is Geometry.  It's nice to see some of you back again.  I hope you
enjoyed your summer vacation.  Now, let's take attendance and we'll get
started."

On the class went, for 50 minutes, while the teacher took attendance,
passed out textbooks and explained his rules and expectations, giving
only one intro assignment and leaving the last fifteen minutes for free
time.

As soon as Mr. Anderson left the podium, I turned around and started
talking to Chris about all the weird things I knew of Mr. Anderson.
Luckily, he was one of the most easy-going math teachers on staff, so I
figured things would go pretty smoothly for Chris and me.

Once class let out, Chris and I got in our last comments, and then
separated for the next period.  He was headed to the technology wing for
computer class, and I was going to Biology.

Biology promised to be one of the easiest classes I'd ever taken, and I
was pleased to have a funny and interesting teacher, for this year.  She
would no doubt put a lot of info on my plate to absorb, but I had faith
that she would present it in a way that would leave me with a good
foundation.

Third period I had English, while Chris had history.  English was also a
fairly easy course for me, as I was a natural writer.  I liked creating
imaginative stories for myself and others, ones where I could pretend I
was whoever I wanted to be, and throw caution to the wind, much to the
opposite of what I was in real life.  Hopefully, with a new hottie by my
side, I would gain some courage in this crazy thing called life, and my
weaknesses would cease to be of such great importance as they seemed to
be at that point.

Chris and I met up for lunch forth period, I bringing a sack lunch and
Chris purchasing something from the dreaded school cafeteria.  I had not
eaten more than 10 school lunches in my 9+ years in grade school, and
would continue the same behavior through my senior year.  It's hard to
eat lunch from a place where you have personally witnessed several people
purging their vile lunches on the floor 2 feet from where you're
standing, and not have it affect you.  I mostly just listened as Chris
talked about his morning classes.  I always felt more at ease with
letting someone else talk more, as I like to absorb their positive
energy, to help make up for the negativity I had held so closely toward
my own life.

At one point in the conversation, Chris noticed I was staring intently at
his sparkly green eyes, smiled, and reached under the table for my hand,
to which I responded in kind.  Holding my boyfriend's soft, warm and
delicate hand in mind gave me a warm thrill and a painful smile that
refused to leave my face until well after lunch had ended.

After lunch, Chris and I reluctantly parted again, he going to English,
while I went to US history.  Though I did manage to catch most of my new
teacher's ramblings that period, thoughts of Chris never ceased.  I
couldn't wait for next period, when we'd have gym together.

The idea of being with Chris every other day for gym excited and
terrified me all at the same time.  I mean, here I was, in a place where
it was ok to just take your clothes off.  It was ok to be scantily
clothed for a few minutes every other day.  It was ok to laugh and joke
and play around, all while we all got sneak peeks at each other's
packages.  Granted, we couldn't stare for too long, but at least I got
to see the well defined chest and arms, the smooth and silky legs, the
sexy six pack of my lover, the faint impression of his cock as he took
longer than was necessary to fish around in his bag for an elusive
missing item of clothing, and catch him giving me a quick wink in
acknowledgement of my suspicions of his playful and erotic teasing
ritual.  He had me wrapped around his finger and he knew it.  I didn't
mind though, I loved that boy to no end.

We didn't do much during that period, except go over rules and get
locker assignments.  I'm not sure why we even dressed down in the first
place, but I wasn't about to question our wise teachers.  After all, I
got 2 chances to see my love strip to almost naked in front of me.  We
even shared the same locker in gym.  I know I sprang a boner as we got
dressed at the end of class.  Chris saw it too, and smiled.  I hoped
we'd be able to get together soon to do something about this problem of
mine, but we'd just have to see.

Last period of the day, I had a free period, while Chris had biology.  I
raced through the small amount of homework I had for that day, and spent
the last few minutes of the period attempting to fall asleep.  Most of
the time, the study hall monitor let is sleep if we wanted to.  I just
had to be careful not to snore too loud.

When the final bell rang, I hurriedly gathered all my books together,
raced to my locker, depositing all my unneeded books for the night, and
looked around for Chris.  We ran into each other just outside the main
entrance, and he told me that he needed to go home and do some work.  I
reluctantly let him go but not before looking around to make sure the
coast was clear and giving him a quick hug and kiss.  He blushed and ran
off toward the busses, and I walked tall out towards the staff parking
lot, where my mother normally picked me up.

Five minutes later, my mother arrived, and I threw my bags in the back
seat, then plopped my butt in the front seat.  I made an audible sigh in
awe of my new experiences with Chris.  I was hopelessly entranced with
the love for my boyfriend.  I was almost bursting with anticipation of
what was to become of our relationship.  My mother looked at me
curiously.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I replied with a smile.  "Nothing at all."



* * * * *

Following another two boring days in school, Chris and I were busting to
have a weekend of fun.  I had been missing being close with my boy so
much, that I noticeably popped wood in P.E.  Some jackass pointed it out
and started laughing, and got the whole locker room laughing.
Fortunately, I recovered fast and followed with the ever popular teenage
response.

"Well, if you're mother had finished me off last night I wouldn't be
so horny now!"

I wiped the smile off the kids face with that one, and the whole locker
room full of boys busted up laughing.  Chris laughed and winked at me,
impressed with my quick recovery.  Hell, even I was impressed with my
recovery.

Having a boyfriend really was giving me quite an ego boost, it seemed.  I
usually just ignored the comments hurled at me day after day.  I
couldn't anymore, `cause I had an audience of one very important boy to
impress.  I was still on a high from the newfound feelings of love in our
relationship.  I hoped they wouldn't fade anytime soon.  I dreaded the
though of us becoming like my parents some day: old and cold.  I mean,
I'm pretty sure they loved each other at SOME point in the past, yet
nowadays they hardly ever show it.  My father likes to be sarcastic, and
pick on my mother, and my mother usually laughs it off, though I can see
it bothers her a little.  I just hope she isn't hurt too bad by his mean
spirited cracks.

Chris rode home with my mother and me that Friday afternoon.  His mother
Okayed his sleeping over for Friday night, and we hoped that collectively
we could con her into letting him stay over Saturday night as well.
We'd call her the next morning to find out about Saturday, but for now
we just wanted to enjoy the moment.

Once we got home, my mother ordered pizzas and soda, and we had a blast
watching TV and eating.  My mom went out and rented a really funny movie,
which we watched after dinner.  My mother smiled at me as she watched us,
snuggled up together on the couch, adding commentary on the movie and
making jokes about the stupid parts.

My mother would later tell me that a spark in my eyes that was once gone
had returned that night.  I just told her she was crazy, but deep down, I
knew she was right.  That Friday night was the night I decided I wasn't
going to be depressed about my weaknesses anymore.  I knew that, even
though I wasn't perfect, everyone had weak points.  Some hide them
better, or learn how to cope with them better, but behind every happy
face lies the pain of past experiences.  In order to appreciate the good
times, you must also know what it's like to feel true depression and
desperation.  The key to it all is, are you going to waste energy
worrying about things you cant control or things you can?  I finally
understood what my counselors had been trying to tell me all along.  Your
past doesn't have to control you, haunt you. All the bad things from my
past didn't matter anymore.  I was no longer just trying to survive my
situation.  I was living it for myself, and for my boyfriend.  I had a
taste of happiness and I didn't want to let it go.  Chris brought out
the best in me, and I in him.  We completed each other.  I knew that
whatever obstacles lay ahead of us, and I was sure there'd be many, we
could make it through them together.

Later that night, after the movie was over, Chris and I retired to my
room for the night.  As I pulled the sheets back on my bed and prepared
it for the night, Chris started goofily singing some seductive song, and
sexily took off his shirt, then his pants, and socks.  I watched intently
as he did so.  His smooth body turned me on beyond belief.  His boxers
were tented, as were mine.  I looked down at his package, and licked my
lips.

He strode over to me slowly, then began to strategically disrobe me until
I was as he was, left standing in my boxers, erection straining to break
free.  My need for sexual release was enormous, and I couldn't wait for
Chris to continue at his own pace, so I pulled my boxers down and let
them fall to the floor, lifted one leg, and stepped out of it, then used
my other foot to kick the boxers away.  I stood naked and ready for my
lover to conquer me.  He finally pulled his own boxers off, though never
once breaking the gaze he held with me.  Slowly and gently, he walked
over to me, placed his hands on my shoulders, and silently guided me to
the bed, where we began a long and pleasurable night of lovemaking.

Chris and I brought each other to the heights of pleasure several times
that night, each orgasm more intense than the next.   That night, we
learned everything there was to know about each other's bodies.  Every
inch of skin was explored, every pleasure spot discovered.  We had had
sex before, but it was this night where we learned how to make love for
the first time, to express with our bodies what our souls could never
do.  It was like bringing truth to every sexual and sensual fantasy I'd
ever imagined, and more.  That night, Chris and I were one in body and
soul.

As I sat and pondered our future, long after Chris had passed out from
exhaustion, I wondered where we would be in a year, in five years, in
ten.  I feared that maybe we would grow apart.   Chris would want to go
to one college, while I another.  Maybe Chris would fall in love with
someone else, and leave me behind, like a stepping stone in his love
life.  I don't know what I would have done had Chris ever cast our love
aside and sought love from somewhere else.  It would devastate me.

Realizing what I was doing, I snapped myself out of the negative spin I
was putting on my future.  We loved each other now, and as long as I hold
onto what is in front of me, I was sure to be fine.

            The remainder of our weekend was equally exciting to the
first night.  Each moment spent discovering new pleasure zones of my
lover brought us further into complete intimacy.  I wondered to myself if
I would ever tire of such activity, but one gaze at my partner in love
removed all doubt from my mind.  For, every moment spent in his embrace
was like the first all over again.



This chapter is more transitional than anything.  I believe you will find
the proceeding chapters quite different from my original style, but it is
definitely for the better, so I hope you enjoy it.

----Bwctwriter

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