Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2006 12:43:00 EST
From: ShadowDragon4390@aol.com
Subject: new neighbor, new lover part 6

This story describes the relationship between two minor boys.  If you are
not 18 years or older, do not like this kind of sexual material, or this
type of sexual material is illegal where you live, please leave
immediately.  All material is copy write of the author.  Any resemblance of
any characters in the story to real people are completely coincidental.

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>From part 5:

	Danny laughed as he began sliding his hand up and down my cock.  I
was close already, and within a seconds, I was firing my load over his and
my stomachs and chests.  My knees went out as I finished my orgasm, and I
fell into my lovers strong arms.  He held me till I could stand, then
proceeded to wash the two of us again.

	"OK," Danny finally said, stepping out of the shower and tossing me
a towel, "It's time to get up and do something."

	I let out a short laugh.

	"Not like that," Danny playfully snapped his towel at me, "wanna
get lunch at the mall, see a movie afterwards?"

	"Yeah, sure," I kissed him gently on the lips, "but you're paying."

Part 6:

	It's been two weeks since that wonderful weekend with Danny.  We
didn't do much else, just hanging out at the mall, seeing movies and the
like.  Then, my parents came home, and put an end to our little romantic
weekend together.

	And now , it's two weeks later.  Me and Danny haven't had much time
for one another with school being so close.  He had new student orientation
stuff to deal with.  Setting up his class schedule, he managed to get all
but one classes with me, out of four (here's how it works at my high school
- you get four classes a semester, unless your in band, orchestra, or
choir, in which case you have that and a PE or psychology class that
alternates for the whole year).  While he went out for orchestra, I went
for a simply schedule of the basic sophomore lineup: intro to biology /
chemical science, English 2, Algebra 2, and, as an elective, creative
writing.  The class we didn't have together was English, he was taking that
next semester.

	But now, we were sitting on a bus, riding to our first day of
school together.  Being the only two kids from our neighbor hood going to
school, we had our choice of seats, but at the cost of being picked up at
ten after six in the morning.  Danny sat on the inside seat, gazing out the
window as the houses passed by.  I, on the other hand, used the time to
catch a few more Z's.  I leaned on my boyfriend, enjoying the feel of his
strong shoulder that I was using as a pillow, and the slightly musky smell
of his deodorant and natural smell made as they mixed in my nostrils.  The
thought crossed my mind that this might be awkward to explain when the next
group of kids began filing onto the bus, especially when Danny wrapped his
arm around me.  But I was soon unconscious, and blissfully unaware of the
stares given to us as we got closer and closer to the school.

	"Kevin," I heard someone say, gently shaking me, "time to get up,
again."

	"I don't wanna," I grumbled back, still mostly asleep, "five more
minutes dad, and I promise I'll get up."

	"Hey, I ain't your daddy," the person laughed.  Finally, I opened
my eyes and found myself staring into Danny's deep blue eyes.

	"What the hell," I groan, sitting up and looking out the bus
window.  "Awe man, I hate school."

	"Get over it," Danny replied, pushing me upright and dropping my
bag on my lap, "At least you're not the new kid."

	"Yeah, well," I stood up, "whatever."

	Danny laughed a little bit, and stood up behind me as we shuffled
off the bus.  I glanced at the old high school with a sense of loathing.
After sleeping in till noon for two and a half months, getting up at 5
A.M. really had me down.  But, as I trudged up the path to the doors, I
looked over at Danny and decided the year couldn't be all that bad.

	"So, where's your locker?" I asked as I pushed my way past some
freshmen.

	"Dunno," Danny replied, "The number's 611.  Where's that?"

	"By the gym," I said and pointed down a hall, "that way."

	"Where's you're locker?"

	"Good question," I replied, smiling, "I think it's over by the
library, but I'm not sure.  Don't use it much."

	"You just carry all your books with you?" Danny asked.

	"Duh.  It's easier than going all across the -oof!"

	"Hey, watch it kid!"

	Oh crap.  I had just run into Jarrod, the meanest kid in school.
He was in my grade and all, but wasn't that bright.  Slick, black hair,
green eyes, pale face, dark cloths, and an even darker demeanor.  He was a
bully, and had been haunting me since the third grade.

	"Sorry, Jarrod," I said, my voice sounding small, even to me, as I
made a move to side step that didn't work.  He grabbed the collar of my
shirt and threw me against the lockers.

	"Sorry?  Is that all you have to say boy?" he growled in my face.

	"Jarrod, let me go, please," I pleaded, trying to push him away,
but to little avail.  He was at least twice my size, so it was rather like
trying to push down a solid concrete wall.

	"I will, if you've got something to pay me with," Jarrod sneered.

	"Let him go," Danny suddenly growled from behind my tormentor.  He
had his hand on Jarrod's shoulder, and I could see the whole of his body
was tense, ready for a fight.

	"And what are you, gonna do about it," Jarrod sneered, looking over
his shoulder.

	Anger flared in Danny's eyes.  He yanked the bigger boy off of me
and threw him across the hall, sending him head first into the lockers.
Jarrod recovered quickly, however, was back on his feet again, facing
Danny.

	"Never seen you around before," Jarrod said, and evil grin crossing
his face, "I think you need to be put in your place."

	Danny took a defensive stance, one leg back, facing Jarrod with
only his side and both hands forward.

	"Danny, drop it, please," I whispered, putting my hand on Danny's
arm.  A small crowd had gathered, no doubt expecting a fight.  As much as
I'd love to see Jarrod be suspended, it would crush me if Danny was to.
"Come on, we'll be late for class."

	Danny glanced over at me, and relaxed.

	"What, not gonna fight anymore?" Jarrod taunted as the two of
turned and walked away.

	Danny stopped and turned to face Jarrod, hate gleaming in his eyes,
and said, "You're not worth my time or energy."

	With that, Jarrod lunged at Danny, his right fist drawn back for
what would be a nasty hit.  Danny, however, simply leaned away from the
fist and tripped the larger boy, sending him sprawling onto the floor.

	"Buzz off," Danny said, then grabbed my arm and said, "Lets get
going."

	As we rounded a corned, I heard Jarrod's voice call after us.

	"This isn't over kid!  I'll get you for this!"

	"Well, that was fun," Danny said, as we sat down for our first hour
class (math).

	"You just made enemies with the biggest git in the school, you
realize that?" I replied, a little panicky.  "Why did you do that Danny?" I
groaned, slinking my head into my arms.

	"Because, I was protecting you," he said calmly, putting his hand
on my back and rubbing gently.  "I hate bullies Kevin," he added, "and if I
have to get physical to get them to leave me, or you, alone, I will."

	"Your so-"

	"Hey, you're the guy who took on that Jarrod kid, right?" someone
interrupted.  I turned my head to see who it was, and was surprised to
Katie, one of the lead female swimmers in the school, standing there.  She
was as beautiful as ever; long, black hair, big, brown eyes, and a slim
figure.  It was enough to make even a gay guy drool.  But, at the moment, I
could feel a tiny drop of jealousy enter my system as she started flirting
with my boyfriend.

	"It was you, right?" she asked again, sitting on the other side of
him.

	"Yeah, if you mean that ass hole who was picking on Kevin," Danny
replied.

	"Who?" Katie asked, staring dreamily at Danny.

	"Kevin," Danny pointed at me over his shoulder, "this guy here."

	"Oh, hey Kevin," she smiled at me.

	"Hi Katie," I smiled back.

	"So, you new?" she asked, her attention once again on Danny.

	"Uh, yeah," Danny replied.

	And with that, Danny was asked a hundred and one questions about
where he was from, his parents, where he lived, and whatever else the girl
could think of.  Thankfully, the bell rang and the teacher called for
order, and Katie was forced to cease her questioning.  Danny looked over at
me, relief clearly showing on his face.  I gave him an encouraging smile
and shrugged my shoulders apologetically.

	However, Katie wasn't done with Danny yet.  All through the class,
she kept passing him little notes.  Danny dutifully replied to each one.
Jealousy once again reared its ugly head in my mind, but I knew Danny
wouldn't do anything that would betray the two of us, or cause me any sort
of major grief.  But, near the end of class, he got a note that made him
physically jump, like he'd been electrocuted.  I had to stifle a laugh as I
watched his face contort in shock at whatever was written on the paper.
Katie noticed it to, but simply smiled.  Danny looked at her, and shook his
head side to side.  Katie frowned, and scribbled another note, but the bell
rang before she had time to pass it on to Danny, who was up and out like
the Flash.

	"What's wrong with him?" I asked Katie as I made my way out.

	"Dunno," she replied dismissively as she left.  Ignored, as usual.
I exited the room and started heading to search for Danny, but he found me
quickly as a crowd of students filled the halls heading off to second hour.

	"Dude, what was that about?" I laughed.  "That was totally out of
character for you, man."

	"Yeah, well, she asked me out," Danny said, blushing.

	"Did you tell her you were taken?" I asked, suddenly feeling a lot
of hatred towards Katie.

	"No time," he replied as we walked down the hall, "bell rang, and I
was gone."

	"Well," I said, pulling him closer to me, "you'd better tell her
you're already taken soon, because if I find out she's spreading rumors
about you two^Å"

	Danny rolled his eyes and playfully pushed me away.  "And I thought
your first day started bad."

	I laughed, steering us to our second hour (science) classroom.  The
class was pretty uneventful, though I did notice a number of girls checking
Danny out.  I found myself annoyed at all the attention he was getting, but
none of the jealousy I felt towards Katie.  It helped that none of these
girls were blatantly flirting with him, but it was still enough to get put
me off.

	As the bell rang, I felt a sense of dread come over me.  While
Danny and I had lunch together, I wasn't looking forward to going to
English without him.  He seemed to sense my mood, as he kept trying to
cheer me up over the half hour lunch break.  It didn't work.

	As we parted at the door to my class (me giving Danny last minute
instructions on where his classroom was), I got another shock.  A kid, one
that I horrifyingly knew, walked past and into the room.  I stared at him,
my dread turning to horror.

	It was the kid from two weeks ago.  The one on the bike.

	He flashed me and Danny a smile as he walked past.  I almost passed
out, but Danny just gave him a steely glare.  Once the kid was safely
passed, Danny pulled me away.  Putting his hands on my shoulders, he
whispered, "It'll be OK."

	"I fucking hope so," I whispered back, my voice shaky.

	"If anything happens, tell me," Danny said, his voice soothing,
"anything at all, Kevin.  You got me?"

	"I got ya," I said, turning away.  "I'll be fine Danny.  Don't
worry."

	"OK Kev," Danny gave me a quick hug, "try not to fall asleep."

	I laughed, and walked into the class.  Unfortunately, the only open
seat was next to the smiling bike kid.  He gave me his stupid little salute
as I trudged my way over to his seat.  Oh yeah.  This was going to be fun.

	The class seemed to drag itself on for eternity.  Fortunately, for
the majority of the class everyone was kept busy with getting books,
filling out emergency forms (why, I ask you, must every damn teacher have
an emergency form?), and the teachers monotonal delivery about what the
class was about.  But, at the end of class we had about ten free minutes
before the bell, and the kid made his move.

	"Hey," he said in a friendly voice, "your name's Kevin, right?"

	I nodded, not trusting my now queasy stomach if I opened my mouth.

	"You live next door to the new kid, right?"

	I nodded again.  Why wouldn't he just get to the point of the
conversation instead of beating around the damn bush?

	"You two seem pretty^Åfriendly," he smirked.  Looking over at him,
I noticed a glint in his eyes that could only mean trouble was coming.

	"Yes," I squeaked, my throat constricted.

	"Well, I guess that's suppose to be expected, being the only two
guys our age in that neighborhood," he said, stressing guy.  I sighed, and
turned to face him more fully.

	"If you have a point," I said, my voice shaky, "make it."

	His smile broadened, allowing some of his teeth to be seen.  It
sent chills down my spine.

	"Oh, no point, I guess," his voice turned cold as he added, "other
than the fact that you guys were making out."

	"And?" I ask, successfully making my voice sound dismissive.

	"I don't like fags, boy," he growled.  I gave an involuntary
shutter as he glowered at me.

	"If you think I'm a fag," I said, "then don't make the seat next to
you the only available one next tomorrow."

	"I don't think," he started.

	"Well, that mush is obvious."  Bad idea.

	"I don't think," he said again, "I know.  You and the new guy were
making out in his doorway.  You two are a couple of fags, and I'm gonna
tell the whole damn school."

	"I'll watch my back," I said coolly, covering my nervousness
remarkably well.  Normally, I don't stand up like this, but now I had Danny
to back me up.

	"You'd better," he said as the bell rang, "I'll get you,
eventually."

	I was out of the room before him, and quickly made my way to
Danny's class (orchestra).  I was on the verge of tears as I related what
happened to him.

	"You're OK, Kev, you're OK," he said in a soothing voice, "that kid
won't hurt you, I promise."

	"Alright," I said, forcing down the feelings of dread and despair
that were welling up in my chest.  "Lets just get to class."

		With that, we made our way to our last class of the day,
creative writing.  Not much happened there.  Again, I felt the annoyance
build as the girls stared at Danny, but that was tempered by what I dreaded
tomorrow would bring.  As the class ended, our teacher gave us our first
homework assignment; to keep a notebook of thoughts, pictures, or quotes
that inspired us.  She said we'd use what we wrote in it to help with
future writing assignments.

	On the bus ride home, Danny and I once again sat in the back of the
bus, me leaning against him.  His arm was once again wrapped around my
shoulders as I fell into a daze on the ride back.  I felt comfortable in
Danny's strong embrace, and wished I could climb into his lap and fall
asleep.  But, I had to content myself with just pressing myself against
him.

	It had been a bad day.  Jarrod was once again on my case, and the
biker kid was preparing to spread the fact that I was gay and was with
Danny.  Oh yeah, it had been a bad day, but I had a strong suspicion that
my life was going to get a lot worse in the coming weeks.

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So, that's the end of part 6.  Hope you guys all enjoyed it.  Thanks to
everyone who's written in response to the new neighbor, new lover series.
Continue to write.  Constructive criticism is always welcome!

Not sure when part 7 is gonna be ready.  There's a lot on my plate right
now, but hopefully it'll be ready in a week or so.