Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2001 13:33:27 EDT
From: MarkHoppus@punkrocker.co.uk
Subject: Revisiting the Past part 2

This story is part 2 in a series I'm working on. All characters in it are
fictional, blah, blah, blah. Any resemblance betwwen these and other
persons living or dead in coincidence. Do not read if you are under age to
view sexual/adult oriented literature.


Part 2:
Two Boys, One Destiny

Welcome now, four years into the past. It is a mild April day, and Daniel
is sat in school listening to the teacher beng on about Henry VIII. As the
teacher was about to mention The Mary Rose battleship, the head master
walked in, with him, a new kid.

"Good morning Mr. Armstrong." The class said simultaneously.

"Good morning children," he began, "this is Steven Rushon. His family has
just moved to Middlesbrough all the way from America. I want you all to
make him feel welcome." He turned around and hurried out the door, leaving
the teacher to figure it out herself.

"Hello Steven," she said in her politest voice, "I'm Miss Baker, would you
like to take a seat next to Daniel Banks at the back there." She pointed to
Daniel and snapped at him. "Daniel, get your bag off that chair so Steven
can sit down!" She said, now in her nagging voice. Daniel took his school
bag off the chair and Miss Baker led Steven up to the table. "Now Steven,
this is Daniel, he'll show you around." she volounteered Daniel becuase she
had taken a disliking to him because of of the way he'd proove everybody
wrong.

"But miss I..." He pleaded. Showing the new kid around was the worst thing
a teacher could ever make you do. Even cleaning the blackboard was better
than that.

"Daniel, I'm getting tired of your attitude, now you let Steven be your
friend and let him sit here." She snapped again. Now even Steven was giving
her the "teachers" look. Daniel knew he couldn't win, so he moved away from
the centre of the desk and let Steven sit down. At first they said nothing,
breaktime came and they went into the playground. Daniel wasn't exactly
popular, but he knew a lot of the older kids in the school from the
neighbourhood, and hung out with them.

"Hey Danny," one of them said, "whose that guy?" He pointed over to Steven
who was stood by himself in the corner.

"Oh thats Steven Rushton," he said, "Miss fuckin Baker said I have to show
him round. He's from America." He complained.

"Tough break." Said Matthew, his next door neighbour.

"America?" Repeated another one. "Bring him over here." He had the idea
that anything american was cool.

"Hey Steven." Daniel shouted. He ran over to him and dragged him to the
older kids side of the play ground.

"Oh god," thought Steven, "what are they going to do to me?" His hands
started to sweat and his stomach went into his throat.

"Steven, this is Matthew, Alex, Carl Luke and James." Each boy waved as
they were introduced. Then came the usual questions, where from America are
you from, what sports do you like, what music do you like? That sort of
stuff. The bell rang and everybody ran to their classes. The new craze in
the school was known as "Squashy", everybody tries to get through the door
at the same time and theres a crowd of about fifty trying to push you
through, this wasted a good five minutes of time in class. Back in the
lesson, Daniel and Steven had started talking and were really hitting it
off. Maybe this wasn't going to be a bad idea after all. "So where do you
live?" Daniel asked. He was suddenly entrigued by Steven.

"I don't know the name of the road, Oakland Street I think, anyway, I live
at 76." He said, which totaly amazed Daniel.

"76 Oakland Street, no way! I live at 74 Cherrywood Park, Oakland's right
behind. Hey, our gardens should be at the corners of each others." He was
somehow excited by the idea. He couldn't explain it, but for some reason,
he felt a bond with Steven that he only had with his little brother
Mark. He felt as if they knew everything about each other, he knew then
that they would be best friends. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?" He
asked, wanting to hear his life story.

"I try not to think about them, I have two brothers, I hate them
both. Jason's 13 and thinks he's Jesus or something, John's 9 and a brat."
He was upset about something, something about his brothers made him
uncomfortable.

"What's wrong Steven?" Daniel asked, seeing tears in Steven eyes.

"Please don't, my names Steve, Steven's when I do something wrong, just
call me Steve. And nothings wrong it just..." He couldn't finish the
sentance, he wanted to cry but held it back because he was in class and on
the first day in his new school, he didn't want to cry.

"OK, I prefer Danny, but everybody calls me Daniel, like I don't know my
own name or something." They both laughed, cheering Steve up. "Listen, if
you don't want to talk about it just say so." He knew that he shouldn't
have asked about his brothers.

"Thanks, I'll tell you another time. Why don't you come round my house
tonight, I'll tell you then. BY the way, have you got any brothers and
sisters?" He wanted to continue the conversation as normal.

"Yeh, I've got one brother Mark whose 8. Listen, I ah, can't make it
tonight, I'm grounded for using "that tone" with my mam, but I bet you
could come round my place, if I can't see you, you can see me." They
laughed again, what was a normal kid thing was abusive to their parents.

"Alright, I come tonight, was it 74 Cherrywood?" He asked confused.

"Why don't you walk home with me and Mark, I'll show you where." Steve
accepted his offer and at 3:20, the bell went and they rushed out of
school. Mark was waiting for Danny at the gates, and when he saw Steve he
hung his head, thinking he'd have to walk alone. "Hey Mark, this is Steve,
Steve, Mark." Mark looked up at him.

"Hi." Mark said. Steve put hius hand out but Mark's stayed in his
pockets. Steve swiftly pulled his hand away. "Are we gonna go home or stand
here all day?" Mark whined. With that, they set off home.

They got to Cherrywood Park first and pointed out there house, Mark waited
on the corner while Steve and Danny ran round to Oakland Street and dropped
Steve off at home. Then Danny and Mark went home to have tea and do stuff
that kids do. While they were eating, the door bell rang and the boys mam
answered it. She returned with Steve following. The boys had just finished
eating when he came in the room, so they quickly went upstairs and into
their room. Once in there, they played on the computor for a while, then
Mark went downstairs to get a drink. "So, are you gonna tell me what was
wrong with you in class?" Daniel asked looking at Steve.

"Oh that," he said, "that was nothing." His eyes swelled up again, Daniel
got up and shut the door. "It's just that, well it was probably best if you
didn't ask me about my brothers, but in a way it was for the best. Ya see,
I had a sister called Cheryl, and we were really close, but she died a few
years ago in a car crash, she had only got her lisence a few months
before." This time, he didn't hold back the tears and started to cry
quietly.

"Fuck man, I really shouldn't have asked should I?" Daniel felt guilty
about asking the question, but the past was gone and he thought Steve
should do his best to forget her. "Listen, I think that you should try to
forget about it, move on, she would have wanted it that way." It was at
this point all those sitcoms and soap operas came in handy.

"I'm alright, I'm alright." Was all Steve could manage to say. He wiped his
eyes on his jumper and tried to stop crying.

"Just forget it." Daniel said not knowing what else to say. His natural
reaction then was to put his arm around Steve and keep saying "forget it."
Steve looked up and Dan and smiled, he was glad that he had a friend like
him to rely on, even though they'd only known each other for a few
hours. "Come on, stop crying and start playing." Daniel said, opening the
door to let Mark in.

"Erm, no, I think I should go home now." Steve said. He smiled and went
downstairs, Daniel followed. "Thanks man, appreciate it." He couldn't get
over how friendly Daniel had been. "So, are we gonna be best friends?" He
asked as he walked out of the door.

"I'd like that." Daniel said, smiling back. With that, Steve ran home and
Daniel shut the door before running back upstairs.

The next day went by as normal, baring one thing that was kinda expected,
but not this soon. "Dan," Steve said at break, "do you want to sleep over
at my house tonight, only Jason's gone camping with my dad and John's
sleeping over with one of his friends so theres only me and my mom, which I
really don't want to face.

"Sure," Daniel said, "I'll bring some video's over. Are you done unpacking
and stuff already?" he asked in disbeleif.

"Oh yeh, we moved in about a week ago but I only started school yesterday
because we had to do all that stuff." He said. "Please come over, it'll be
fun." He was almost begging, why was he so desperate to escape his mom?

"Steve, I said I will, calm down." He laughed at Steve's begging. After
school, they went home as normal and Daniel began packing a small boot bag
with his things in.

"Have you got your toothbrush?" asked his mam.

"Yes."

"Sweat Pants?"

"Yes."

"Clean underwear?"

"Oh God, yes. No, not that pair, I need my Tommy Hilfiger's." He said in a
hurry.

"Daniel your 10, why do you NEED Tommy Hilfiger's so badly?" His mam was
confused, parents, especially mams, don't understand.

"I need them cause then I'll be cool." He whined.

"Yeh mam, didn't you know that?" Mark butted in.

"Jesus." she swore under her breath. "OK, here." she said throwing a pair
at him. "Now your sure you don't want me to drop you off at his house?" She
started a new topic.

"Mam it's just round the corner, thats his garden there," he pointed to the
house at the corne of their garden, "I could climb the fence there."

"Your not climbing the fence!" She shouted.

"I think you should drive him there." Mark teased, before being chased
upstairs by Daniel.

At Steve's house, the two boys played on the computor all night,
occasionally Steve's mam burst in saying something, of which they took no
notice. This was around the same time that Daniel started to like punk
rock, Matthew next door was into it becuase his brother was, and what ever
older kids do is ALWAYS cool. So he borrowed a Dead Kennedy's CD of Matthew
for the night, which they played over and over. Steve was moer into hip-hop
like the Beastie Boys, but thought that punk was cool. (It was to be a few
years before they got into heavy stuff like Mayilyn Manson and SlipKnot
though). While they played their game, Steves mom came in with a video for
them both to watch, Halloween. Steve had always wanted to see it, but his
father wouldn't allow it. Now that he was away for a few days and Steve was
old enough to handle it, she decided to let them both watch it, making them
promise not to tell anyone first though. "So, where am I gonna sleep?"
Asked Daniel as Steve climbed into his bed. The room was fairly small, with
no room to sleep on the floor comfortably.

"Come on dumb fuck get in." Said Steve who had moved over to one side of
the bed. "What did you expect to sleep on the floor?" Daniel had never
slept in the same bed as another guy, apart from Mark. But thinking nothing
of it, he climbed in and they both got comfortable. Steve had already put
the video in the VCR and pressed the play button, the movie had just
started when they both found a good way lie down. The movie finished sooner
than expected, but Steve knew now why he'd wanted to see it badly, they
were both scared shitless. The air through the open window blew the
curtains slightly. "Daniel, go shut the window."

"What? I'm not going anywhere, you shut it." Daniel was too scared even to
get out of bed, but he was also scared Steve would call him a wuss, so he
did it. He ran over to the window, and without opening the curtain, closed
it. He didn't dare look out of it, but once he turned away from it, the
scariest event of his entire life so far took place.

"OI!" Shouted Steve as loud as he could. Daniel quickly ran accross the
room and dived into the bed, it was all Steve could do to laugh. "He he,
your too easy." He laughed.

"Oh yeh," Daniel started, "then why didn't you close the window?" He
questioned Steve, making him shut up straight away.

"I ah, I just didn't want to get out of bed because I'm nice and comfy." He
lied.

"Yeh right." said Daniel jabbing Steve's arm. Steve laughed and jabbed him
back. Then they began to wrestle under the covers, with the occasional head
lock, then Steve went too far and whacked Daniel's balls. "Shit, man." He
moaned so Steve's mom didn't hear. "What was that for?"

"It was an accident," Steve protested. "Are you alright?"

"No I'm not fuckin alright, I think you just popped my balls." He said
trying to be funny.

"Popped your balls, Im sorry, man, it was an accident." Steve thought he
was serious, but Daniel didn't have the strength to say he was
joking. Steve pulled back the covers and looked at Daniel's crotch, covered
only by his boxer shorts. Daniel loved the attention his dick was getting,
but he loved it a little too much. "Shit" he thought, as he felt a feeling
he had only just started to recognise in his groin. He was getting hard the
more Steve looked, and it didn't take too long before the look and erection
met. "Hey man you got a boner." He laughed, but his laugh was out lived as
looking at it gave him one. "Shit" he said quickly covering his tent pole.

"You got one too don't you." teased Daniel, rubbing his aching balls. The
rubbing only made it harder. He pulled down his boxer shorts and propped
himself up to look at the source of his pain. "Look at that, my balls are
bright red." he complained. Steve looked and giggled. He pulled down his
boxers and showed Daniel his balls. "See, at least yours are the right
colour, mine aren't." He complained.

"So, are they popped?" Steve asked.

"Do they look popped?" Daniel returned a question.

"Do they feel popped?" Steve said.

"I don't know, what do popped balls feel like?" The reply came.

"I don't know." Steve replied, finally an answer that wasn't a
question. Steve looked at his balls and rubbed them gently. Then he rubbed
Daniel's balls to check. "Well, they feel normal." He said.

"Let me check." With that, Daniel held Steve's small balls in his hand,
then held his own in the other. He rubbed both sets and that only made them
both harder. "It feels normal, maybe my dicks snappe or something, cause
this really hurts." And with that, he put his right hand on his boner and
left hand on Steve's. He felt them both and rubbed both shafts.

"I'll check." Said Steve, who then did the same as Daniel and held both
dicks. They were both more or less the same size, four inches, and felt the
same. Then Steve began to jack Daniel off, he didn't know he was doing it,
he just thought he was he was checking if it was broke. Then Daniel lifted
his hips up and shook all over in spasms. "You alright?" asked
Steve. Daniel had just had a dry cum.

"Yeh, what the hell did you do?" he asked, still having his spasms. Steve
showed him and Daniel did the same to him. After a few minutes, Daniel
started rubbing harder and faster until eventually Steve had a dry one too.

"Woah that feels, I don't know, wow." was all Steve could think of to
describe it.

"Did you like it?" Daniel asked.

"Hell yeh." Steve repleid. "Let's do it again." Steve said.

"Let's fool around a bit first." said Daniel rubbing Steve's chest. The
boys spent the rest of the night exploring each others bodies, that was the
night that changed their lives. That was the night that they became gay.