Date: Fri, 07 Jun 2002 23:53:15 +0000
From: Village Idiot <village_idiot2000@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pete Part Two

This is a semi-fictional story about a boy who secretly admires one of his
school classmates. The names are completely made up, and although I had
previously stated the story is also completely made up, it is based on my
own real life experiences with a few embellishments. Any comments are
welcomed by emailing the author, Bobby Richardson, at
village_idiot2000@hotmail.com. Thanks for reading my story.

I also want to thank the readers who have expressed how much they enjoyed
Part One of this story and for the encouragement I have received from other
authors. I want to extend a special thanks to Charlie, the author of
Monterey Delights and Battered Barbarian, for his words of inspiration and
encouragement, and to Bob for being such a great fan. Thank you Charlie. I
consider you to be a very good friend, and I hope you feel the same about
me. You are truly an amazing person!  And thank you Bob for your kind words
and encouragement. I truly appreciate your belief and confidence in me as a
new writer.

Now here's the long awaited Part Two of Pete

Pete - Part Two


Just as I'm getting off my bed and begin to dress, I hear a knock on my
door. "Yeah" I answered. "Someone from school is here to see you" said my
mom's voice on the other end of my door. "Ok I'll be right there, mom.
Thanks" I answered. When I got dressed, I opened my bedroom door to see who
was there. My mouth dropped open and I became speechless. ........"OH MY
GOD!!" was going through my mind.  It was Pete!

"Hi Pete. Good to see you, hmm, only how did you know where I live?" I
asked, very pleasantly surprised to see the boy of my dreams standing in
front of me in the doorway to my bedroom. Yes, the very bedroom where just a
moment ago I imagined Pete laying naked next to me on my bed while I was
fulfilling my 14-year old sexual fantasy desires. "I live on the next street
over about a block from here. I just moved here last week. I saw you  walk
over to your house while I was walking home from school. Guess you didn't
see me, huh?" said Pete.  "Um, no I didn't. That's cool though. How's it
going?" I asked. "Not too bad., but I was wondering if I can ask you to do a
big favor for me....PLEASE??? and I'll be your best friend in the whole
world forever" asked Pete.  My mind began to wonder what is so important
that he`s willing to pledge his friendship to me forever? "Sure, Pete. If I
can. What do you need done?" I asked. "Well I lost my notes from Kernan's
class, and I was wondering if I can copy yours so I can study them tonight.
I'd really appreciate it if you will let me, so  I can pass the quiz
tomorrow. You know the notes we took on the safety stuff?" Pete said with a
look of uncertainty. I sighed inside and smiled in relief that Pete didn't
hear me a few minutes earlier while I was calling out his name in pleasure.
That would have been a total embarrassment for me while risking that Pete
would tell everyone at school the next day that I'm queer. Then I thought,
naw, he wouldn't say anything like that and tell anyone that he was the
subject of my fantasy.  That would mean he would risk as much teasing as I
would receive. Ok so I come back to planet earth for a moment and say "Sure,
Pete. I have my notes in my back pack. It's on a chair in the foyer. Come on
with me. I'll get it for you" I said, as Pete follows me down the hall to
the entrance room to get my notes.

As we are walking, I noticed Pete is looking around the house with what
looks like amazement in his eyes. We live in Pelican Shores, an upper-middle
class neighborhood, in a 4-bedroom home with a two car garage. The house is
about halfway down Bay Avenue and sits on a large lot with golf course green
grass.  It's a beautiful place, but a few of the neighbors are snobs, like
Mrs. Carrington who lives two doors down. She's the President of the Pelican
Shores Property Owners Association and is always quoting rules to my mom and
dad and the other neighbors.  My dad is a lawyer and quoted a few laws to
her about her rules that quickly made her shut her mouth on one occasion. My
dad threatened to file suit against the association and naming her
personally in the suit for violation of some statute which I have no clue
what it meant. Secretly I was thinking "Yeah dad, you tell her. Show that
bitch you mean business and don't take anymore shit off her." I really look
up to my dad, and I love him very much. I even have thought about going to
law school after college so I can become a lawyer like my dad, but first I
need to finish high school. Since that day my dad told Mrs. Carrington
legally what she can do with her rules, she hasn't been as bad about coming
around and quoting them, but every now and then she will still show up at
our door with a piece of paper about some bullshit.

"WOW, BOBBY....YOU HAVE A POOL!!!" Pete exclaims in excitement as he's
looking past the entrance area, through a large glass door towards the back,
looking directly at our swimming pool. "Man, I wish we had a pool at my
house" he says.  "Yeah, Pete. My parents throw pool parties on the weekends
sometimes, and they invite all their friends over and we have lots of fun" I
answered. Actually it's the pool parties my parents throw that upsets Mrs.
Carrington the most. She's always telling all the other neighbors how it's
against the associations rules because of the noise coming from our house.
She says we're violating the "Quite Enjoyment" clause in the associations
by-laws. Funny she's the only one who ever complains. Often the parties will
last till 3AM and you can hear splashing and laughter going on most of the
night as my parents friends become more intoxicated. I think Mrs.
Carrington's problem with my parents is that she has never been invited to
any of our parties, so she wants to stop us from having them. And I also
think she needs a real good lay. Oh well, I say. Shit happens.  Besides, my
parents throw a way cool pool party, and I'm always there with them having
fun. So I tell Pete, "Hey man, come on over anytime and go swimming. My
parents don't mind. They're cool.  It'll be fun having you over. We can have
our own pool party sometime if you want."  "YOU MEAN IT, BOBBY? REALLY? WOW!
Thanks man. That'll be WAY COOL!" Pete says to me with even more excitement
in his voice. For some strange reason, I got excited and felt tingly over
the fact I was able to make Pete happy with that simple invitation.

"Come on out by the pool and look around" I said to Pete, as we walked over
towards the big sliding glass door. As I open the huge heavy door, we walked
outside where I see my mom on one of the lounge chairs and I say "Mom, this
is my new friend Pete from school." "Yes, Bobby, we met when I answered the
door and he asked to see you," she says with a smile and slight chuckle.
"Feel free to come over anytime Pete. Bobby's friends are always welcome in
our home" mom says. "Oh yeah, right, DUH, I forgot about that" I replied
with a red blushed face since now I think I look stupid in front of Pete.
"Hey mom can Pete come over sometime and go swimming with me in the pool. I
already told him he can, but I want to make sure with you. He doesn't have a
pool at his house. So can he, please?" I ask. "Sure, anytime" as she turns
to face Pete and continues "Come over anytime, Pete. We're having a pool
party this Saturday. Would you like to join us? You and Bobby will have so
much fun." My mom has a way about herself that you know from the beginning
if she likes you or she doesn't. And I could see she definitely likes Pete
which made me happy. I love my mom, and we get along great, except sometimes
she gets firm about my friends, and we don't always agree on who is
acceptable and who isn`t. It was obvious that Pete made a good first
impression. "Thanks Mrs. Richardson. That would be cool" Pete answered. "Oh
don't be so formal. Please call me Ann" replies my mom. "Ok Ann, thanks...
OH MAN!!!  I have to go home now. I promised my mom I would help her around
the house before my dad gets home. Can I copy your notes now, Bobby"  asked
Pete. Oh shit, I had completely forgotten about the notes. "sure man. let's
go. I'll get them for you now" I said.

We headed back inside the house to find my back pack, and as I'm reaching
inside it to get my notes, my little brother Joey walks in the room. He's
12, and has the personality of politician, because he never gives you a
straight answer about anything, but I love him anyway. He has blond hair
like me, and weighs 96 pounds, standing 5'3." Joey is in the 6th grade at
Crystal Key Middle School, and all he ever talks about are girls.  "Whose
your friend Bobby Baby" he asked.  Bobby Baby is what my little brother
calls me when he wants to sound cool and like he's all that and then some.
"This is Pete from my school. He came over to borrow notes from one of our
classes. Oh by the way. Mom says Pete can come over Saturday for the pool
party" I said. "Oh, ok, that's cool. Nice meeting ya, Pete. See ya later"
Joey says as he heads for the phone to call his obnoxious girlfriend. I
can't stand her. She's so irritating when she laughs which is a constant
never ending 12-year old girlish giggle.

I hand my notes to Pete and tell him he can take them home and copy them,
and I will come over later and get them back after he's finished. "Hey
thanks Bobby. I really appreciate you doing this for me. You can come over
anytime after 8. I'll be done by then and we can talk if you want. I live in
the big white and brown house at the end of Pelican Drive. Just look for
Vinelli on the mail box and that's where I live" Pete tells me as I'm trying
not to be so obvious that I'm staring at his beautiful body, looking at
everything, especially his crotch. He then gets a piece of paper and a
pencil and starts to write something. "Here's my phone number. If you get
lost, call me, ok Bobby?"  he says as he hands me the paper. As I take the
paper, my hand lightly brushes against his and I feel that tingly warm
feeling all over again. I just wanted to pull him closer and embrace him
against me, but I refrain out of fear that he will not be receptive to such
advances.  And I also knew I didn't want to risk loosing his friendship.

With that, Pete leaves out the front door and heads home, and I head back to
my room. Later my dad comes home and Joey, mom, dad and me sit down for our
evening family dinner get together. Tonight we're having mom's meatloaf and
veggies. My mom is an excellent cook, and she is teaching me about cooking.
I've already learned how to make her meatloaf, but I'm no where near as good
as my mom. We talk about how our day went since this is a time every evening
when the whole family gets together. My mom and dad are very firm about Joey
and me being there at dinner time so they can ask us about school or
anything else that may be going on in our lives. I told dad about Pete and
how we're becoming such good friends. Mom told him she and I invited Pete
over for the Saturday pool party and dad said that he would like to meet my
new friend. "Saturday will be a perfect day to meet Pete and give everyone a
chance to get to know each other" my dad said.

After dinner, I helped with the cleanup while Joey, once again, called his
irritating girlfriend. After mom and I were finished in the kitchen, I
headed over to find Pete's home so I can get my notes and talk more with
him. Pete gave excellent directions since I had no problem finding his
house. Just like he said, I found the white and brown house at the end of
Pelican Drive with the mailbox at the end of the driveway with his last name
- Vinelli.  I walked up to the door and rang the bell, and Pete answered the
door. I couldn't believe what I saw. Pete was topless, exposing his smooth
chest which was in the beginning stages of development. He looked sooooo
sexy, and instantly I became erect with excitement of seeing Pete without
his shirt.

The End of Part Two

I hope you like the way this story is transpiring so far. Comments and
constructive criticisms are always welcome by emailing me at
village_idiot2000@hotmail.com. Thanks so much for all the kind words of
encouragement I have received so far. Part Three will be ready in a few
days, and it will be submitted once it's complete.

Bobby "The Village Idiot" Richardson