Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2012 20:35:36 -0800 (PST)
From: BR
Subject: Two Boys: A Love Story

This story is total fiction. It contains romance and sexuality between two
eleven year old boys. If you shouldn't be reading a story like this, then
please find another web site to entertain yourself on.


			 "Two Boys: A Love Story"


I don't remember when I first saw Adam. When I started sixth grade in
Mrs.Tronik's class, I was so busy trying to get used to my desk and my new
school and my new class that I wasn't really paying much attention to
anybody, and I was for sure not in the market for a friend. My Mom and I
had moved to Lakeland Florida from Towson Maryland just one week before
school started, right after Dad left. I didn't even know where we were
going until after we got in the car. I had spent the two weeks prior
staying with Dad in his little apartment he had moved into while my Mom was
institutionalized after a nervous breakdown in which she tried to kill
herself. Apparently after my Dad told her about his girlfriend he had been
seeing and that he was leaving us for her, she broke one of his liquor
bottles and attacked him with it. She just barely missed his stomach and
groin, and then she tried to slash her wrists with it. I heard all the
melee upstairs in my room and hid under my covers. I heard the police show
up and then the ambulance to take her away. That very day he had moved
completely out of the house into a one bedroom apartment. He explained to
me that "sometimes grown ups drift apart" and "it is for the best because
neither of us are happy" and that I had nothing to do with it and blah blah
blah. All I knew was that he totally changed my entire world in one day. I
never even knew they were having problems. Two weeks later Mom showed up
told me to pack my things, told Dad to go fuck himself, and we were on the
road.

A little about myself. My name is Byron Welleham, I am eleven years old,
4'10, skinny and gangly , and tow headed with full lips and deep set hazel
eyes. I was once told by a talent agent my eyes had a "gazing intensity". I
was a very good looking boy and Mom had tried to get me cast in commercials
and what not a year before, but nothing ever came of it, especially after
it turned out I wouldn't be able to play baseball if I got work. As much as
I liked baseball and athletics, I wasn't feeling very motivated to
participate in either at my new home.

I was very quiet in my new class and was not very responsive to attempts by
others to befriend me. I was also seething with anger and hostility, which
apparently the other kids could sense. I was also quite strong, and had
done twenty pullups in PE one day, so everyone pretty much left me
alone. One day this girl Jenny whispered something in this other girls ear
while looking at me. I gave her such a nasty stare that I could see a flash
of fear over her face and she turned away. I was definately not one to be
fucked with and I was waiting for any excuse to punch someone out.

I would eat lunch by myself and during recess I would sit to the side in
the 90 plus degree heat and 100 % humidity and read a book and just try to
be left alone. One day I was reading and a shadow suddenly loomed over me,
I looked up and saw Adam Fitzgerald, one of my classmates, standing there
and holding a soccer ball.

"Do you want to play soccer with us?" He asked in his high pitched voice
and articulate speech. "We need another person to have two complete teams."

I wanted to be left alone and I was about to let him know it in uncertain
terms. However, as I looked at his face, he seemed almost concerned, as if
he was reading my very soul and seeing the heartbreak and turmoil within.

"No thanks, Adam. I'm just going to sit here for a while." He shrugged,
bounced the soccer ball off his right knee three times and caught it,
smiled at me, and turned around to go back to the game. I watched as he
walked away. He was shorter than me by a couple of inches, and had a stubby
sort of build. He was medium blonde with a bowl cut that went down to just
over his ears. Something I had noticed earlier, and had noticed again now,
was that he had the bluest eyes I had ever seen on anybody. He also had
really red lips too. I went back to my book. After about a minute the
shadow returned. I looked up and Adam was returning, this time without the
soccer ball. He sat down next to me on the hill.

"Why aren't you playing soccer?"I asked.

"We had an extra person since you didn't want to play with us so I
volunteered to sit out." He said. "It's ok, I play soccer professionaly so
it doesn't really matter."

"What do you mean professionaly?" I asked.

Adam laughed. "I guess not professionaly, I meant I play on a team in a
league."

"Professional means you get paid." I said.

"Well I get a juice box after the game." He said. I laughed at that and he
smiled.

"Maybe they should pay all athletes with juice boxes. Can you imagine them
giving Ray Lewis or Chad Ochocinco a juice box? " I said.

"It wouldn't make the Dolphins any worse if they did." He said with a
laugh.

"Are you a Dolphins fan?" I asked.

"I like the Dolphins, the Hurricanes, the Heat, and the Marlins." He said.

"I thought everybody around here liked the Tampa and Orlando teams." I
said.

"They do. I like the Dolphins and the Hurricanes because of the colors. I
guess I just started liking all the other Miami teams after that." He
paused for a bit. "Green and orange." He then said.

"What?" I replied.

"Green and orange. Those are the colors I like. That's why I like the
Hurricanes and the Dolphins. I like the way those two colors work
together. It looks like the sun rising over the ocean." He began to get a
dreamy look. "That's what I like best about going to the beach. Watching
the sunrise over the water, feeling the breeze, hearing the waves, the
salty smell. I love that." He then looked down to the ground, and I thought
that he certainly didn't sound like any kid my age I had ever talked to.

"That's kind of like a turquoise thing. Those colors, it's like the sea." I
said.

Adam turned to me. "When I grow up I'm going to be a painter. Not houses
but a real painter on a canvas. Everything I paint is going to be in those
colors." He turned away and looked towards the sky. "They'll be the most
beautiful paintings ever." He then turned back to me and I found myself
gazing into those big blue eyes. I was starting to get a gooey feeling
inside of me that I wasn't expecting, like I was getting a crush on this
kid. That's the last thing I need.

"Well it's hard to make a living off of painting." I said as I looked away.

"If they're beautiful people will have to buy them. They'll have no
choice. They'll come around to my gallery and see them, and they'll be so
beautiful that they'll spend anything on them. They'll have to have
them. People can't turn down something that's beautiful." He said. I turned
back around and looked again into his blue eyes, blue like the ocean.

"You seem like you have a lot of soul in you." I said.

"So do you. I can tell. I can also tell you have been hurt alot. You're new
here, aren't you?" He said with a sad face. This was all starting to get
too personal.

"I don't want to talk about this!" I said, harsher than I meant to. "Not
here!" I said as I looked away.

"I'm sorry..." Adam said, and then got up and walked away.

"Hey Adam!" I called after him. He turned around. "I'll buy one of your
paintings." I said and broke into a grin. He grinned back and just then
Mrs. Tronik blew her whistle signaling the end of recess.

I spent the rest of the day trying to concentrate on my work. Our desks
were arranged in a half circle around the room. Adam's was five desks down
to my left, so he was clearly visible. I found myself taking long glances
at him. We were doing math problems and I found myself staring at him while
he would write, then erase something, and then start writing again with his
tongue sticking out the side of his mouth.I would steal glances at him all
day. A couple times I saw him looking at me as well. He would avert his
eyes as soon as I saw him. The third time it happened he smiled at me
before returning to his work. Eventually the school day ended and we got on
our seperate buses to go home. I got home and was quieter than usual. Mom
asked if I was ok and I said I was. What I didn't tell her was that all I
could think about was Adam.

 Adam and I didn't speak for a couple more days, but I would still sneak
glances at him here and there. That changed on Friday when Adam
unexpectedly sat across from me at the far end of the table where I was
sitting down. He got his brown paper bagged lunch out and started removing
the contents.  "Banana" He said as he pulled a speckled yellow banana out
of the bag, "Tuna sandwich with too much mayonnaise on it like my Mom
always makes it." as he pulled his plastic bagged sandwich out, "and the
grand finale!" He then made a drum roll noise with his eyes crossed,
"Fritos! Ta-da!" as he pulled a small bag of Fritos out with a flourish. I
laughed and realized that I really wanted this kid for a friend and decided
to drop my angry loner act.  I took my bag and dumped the peanut butter
sandwich, apple, and little bag of animal crackers unceremoniously out on
the table. "Stuff!" I said with my arms out, imitating Adam's
flourish. Adam leaned back in his chair laughing and I started laughing
too. We laughed and joked our way through lunch. We were in tears at one
point we were laughing so hard. It's a miracle neither of us choked on any
food.  By the next week we were inseperable. Instead of exchanging glances
in class we would make weird faces at each other. we got yelled at by our
teacher twice and she finally wound up moving my desk next to his so that
we wouldn't disrupt the class. We would sometimes pass notes to each
other. We both had an abstract, absurdist sense of humor, so we would pass
notes with just random weird writings and drawings and then burst into
silent giggles. Adam really was a good artist and would draw hilarious
caricatures of the teacher and the other kids. We cooled it down a little
after Mrs. Tronik took us out into the hall and warned us that we would be
seperated if the nonsense kept up. After that we agreed to limit our
interactions to lunch and recess. We would spend recess at our spot on the
hill, talking and laughing. I finally told Adam about what happened with my
parents and why we were living in Lakeland. I learned that Adam was also
from a divorced family.  He, his mother, and his older sister all lived
with the mom's boyfriend who was named Gerald. Adam hated him and called
him a "bitch"and "Geritol". He said Gerald slammed him against a wall one
night when he thought Adam had mouthed off at him. Hearing that made me
angry and want to punch the guy out.  On Friday afternoon, Adam passed me a
note during math with his phone number on it. I passed him one wth my
number on it in response. That afternoon after school I took out the piece
of paper with the number on it and went to the phone. As I was about to
pick it up to dial, it rang. I answered and sure enough, Adam was on the
line.  "Hey Buyer." He said. Buyer was his nickname for me.  "Hey
Madman. What's up."  "Oh you know...sittin' round the house...burred out of
me mind. Troyen to keeps me fingah outa me butt." He said in that weird
Irish type accent he liked to put on sometimes.  "Well good luck with
that!" I laughed.  "Uh oh too late! Ahhhhhh...." He replied.  "I was just
about to call you and test out your number but you called just as I got to
the phone." I said as I laid down on the couch.  "Why ya gotta be so slow,
Buyer?" He said.  "Cuz I'm mugly." I said.  "No you're not, you're snugly."
He said in a mock gay voice.  "Mugly and snugly are the same thing except
that they're completely different." I replied.  "You mean like eggs and
cows?" He said.  "No those are the same." I laughed.  Adam laughed and then
mooed into the phone. I made a clucking noise and we both deterierated into
howls of laughter. We talked back and forth for a few minutes. I then asked
Adam if he wanted to spend the night on Saturday.  "I can't." He
replied. "My dad has visitation this weekend so I'm going to be at his
house."  "Oh." I said, disappointed.  " I have a soccer game on Saturday at
the Junior High school. Maybe you can come to that." He said.  "Sure." I
said. "What time?"  "It starts at noon. Come by a little early so that we
can talk." He said.  That Saturday I got Mom to drive me to the game. She
was interested in meeting this new friend of mine I had. We got there a
little after eleven thirty. There were two games that were to be played
simultaneously. There were kids in soccer uniforms milling about
everywhere, doing warmups. I was looking through the crowd for Adam. I then
felt a tap on my right shoulder. I turned around and no one was there. I
then felt a chin on my left shoulder and sure enough there was Adam, with
his head resting on me and a puppy dog look in his eyes.  "Hi there." He
said.  "Hey you." I laughed.  "I guess this must be Adam?" Said Mom.  "It
sure is. Adam, this is my mom, my mom, this is Adam." I beamed.  Adam
politely introduced himself to her. She then said she was going to stake
out a spot where there was some shade to watch the game. We were both still
getting used to the heat and humidity, which persisted even though it was
the end of September. I looked Adam over and he looked real cute in the
soccer uniform. We sat down next to each other in the grass.  "I'm sorry I
couldn't sleep over tonight. I really wanted to." He said.  "That's ok,
we'll do it next weekend." I said.  "I was thinking that maybe I could come
over to your house on Monday after school." He said. Mondays was early
closing and we got out of school at 1 pm. Additionaly, Monday was one of
Mom's days that she went to her health club after work and she didn't get
home until seven.

"Sure, that would be great. Just make sure you get a note so that you can
ride the bus with me." I said.  "Cool!" He said. "Hey, there's my Dad!" He
said, and waved to a bearded middle aged man and a teenage girl who both
waved back. A whistle blew. "Ok I got to get to the game now, you're
staying for it, right?" He said.  "Yeah, I'll be under that tree over there
with Mom." I replied and pointed to where she was sitting.  "Cool. Ok I got
to go. See you after the game, Buyer!" He said and trotted off to the game.
I watched him take the field with his team and then sat next to Mom under
the tree.  "I'm glad that you finally found a friend." She said to me.
"Yeah, he's really cool." I said.  "He's really cute too, almost as cute as
you!" She said as she put her arm around my shoulders and gave me a kiss on
the cheek.  "Awww come on, Mom." I laughed. "There's people here." I wiped
off my cheek and we sat and watched the game. As the game progressed I saw
that Adam was actually really good. He didn't score a goal but he did have
two assists. After each assist he looked over to where we were sitting and
I would wave to him. I watched him the whole time, my eyes never left
him. I don't even remember anything else about the game. I don't remember
any of the other kids or what the score was or even who won.  When the game
was over Mom said it was time for us to go. As we got up I saw, much to my
amusement, that Adam and his teammates were all getting juice boxes passed
out to them. We started leaving. As we got closer to the parking lot I
heard someone running up behind me. I turned around and it was Adam, still
holding his juice box.  "Byron, wait up!" He said. "See, I told you I was a
professional!" and he held up his juicebox grinning. I laughed at that.
"Are you leaving?" He asked as he slurped up the rest of his grape Juicy
Juice.  "Yeah we have to go. Mom wants to go to the store." I said.  "Come
and meet my dad before you go." He said and grabbed my arm and lead me to a
car parked near where we were.  "Dad, this is Byron. Byron this is my dad
and my sister Maddie." He said.  His dad shook my hand. "So this is the
famous Byron in person?" He said.  "Adam talks about you all the time."
Said Maddie. Maddie looked about 15 or 16 and had braces. She had the same
blonde hair as Adam although she had green eyes.  "Shut up!" Adam snapped
at her.  "Hey hey!" Said his Dad to him. Just then Mom came walking up.
"Byron, we need to get going." She said.  "Mom, this is Adam's dad." I
said.  "Don Fitzgerald." He said as he shook her hand.  "Grace Simmons."
She replied. I still wasn't used to hearing her use her maiden name which
she now did. I also couldn't help but notice the lingering glance between
them.  "Well we better get going. It was nice to meet you, Don." She said.
"Likewise." He replied. We then seperated and went to our seperate cars.
"Bye, see you on Monday!" Adam called out to me.  "Bye Madman!" I said with
a wave.  We got in the car and took off to the grocery store.  "Mom, is it
ok if Adam comes over on Monday after school?"  "I guess so, just don't
break anything or make a mess." She said. "So what's with Adam's father?"
She asked after a minute or so. "Is he single?"  I looked over at
her. "Yeah he is. Adam's parents divorced a few years ago."  "Oh..." She
said.  "Oh come on, Mom! Adam's my best friend! You're not serious about
dating his dad. are you?" I said with a laugh.  "I didn't say anything
about that! " She said with a tight smile. I smiled and shook my head and
looked out the window at the passing scenery.

On Monday after school, Adam and I piled onto the bus and took a seat
towards the back. Once we got to the house. I let us in. Our house was
small, only two bedrooms, a living room, dining room and kitchen. We had a
porch and a small yard out back. I showed him around the house for a
bit. When we got to my room. I showed him ny Xbox 360 and asked him if he
wanted to play Halo. He said sure so I plugged in the game. Adam then said
he wanted to use the bathroom. I pointed him to the bathroom in the hall. I
heard him go into the bathroom, put the toilet seat up, and start peeing
with the door open.

"Madman, do you have the door open?" I yelled out

"Yeah, do you want to come see?" He replied, his voice echoing in the
bathroom.

"No thanks." I replied. I heard him stop peeing flush, and come back in the
room. He then plopped down on my bed and lay down.

"I'm tired." He said with his eyes closed and his arms sprawled out. "Do
you mind if I take a nap?"

"I guess you can if you want but do you really mean to tell me that you
came all the way over here just to take a nap?" I said.

"No I came out here to be with you." He said.

"I guess this means you don't want to play Halo, right?" I asked.

"I was kinda thinking we could do something else." He said as a smile
spread across his face.

"What?" I asked.

He opened his eyes and turned his head towards me and began rubbing his
fingers over his chest. "I like you, Byron." He said softly.

"I like you too." I said. "I like you a lot."

"I like you a lot too. I think we should go with our feelings." He said.

"What feelings?" I said.

"You know, kissing and stuff." He said.

"Kissing? You want to kiss?" I asked.

"Yeah, don't you?"

I thought about it for a second. "Sure I guess, but that's not what boys
are supposed to do, right?"

"Who says that?" He asked.

"Duh, everybody." I replied.

"Is 'everybody' here right now?" He asked.

"Well no...but..."

"Friends love each other, that's what makes them friends, and we're
friends. No one has to know about anything we do today." He said.

"Yeah but..."

Adam got off the bed, kicked off his shoes, and walked over to the chair
where I was sitting."If you weren't so worried about what other people
thought, and only thought about what you wanted, and nothing else, would
you still be worried about what 'everyone' thought?" He then sat on my lap,
put his arms around me, and put his head on my chest. I instinctively put
my arms around him. "The only people that we have to answer to for anything
right now is each other." He said.

"Let's go to the bed, this is uncomfortable on this chair." I said. We
walked over to bed. My bed was a single so it was cramped but I didn't
care. We collapsed in a heap, with our arms around each other. Adam began
running his right index finger over my lips and eyes. I began rubbing his
right ear, kind of feeling it and rubbing my fingers over it. Adam was
running his fingers through my hair.

"You have nice hair and I like your eyes." He said.

"I like your eyes too." I said. "They're really nice and blue."

We began moving our faces closer. I could feel his breath hitting my
face. We got closer still until our lips touched. We pulled back a little
and then touched lips again. I could feel Adam kiss me and I kissed
back. We kissed again and both broke up into giggles. We looked at each
other and then kissed again, this time more forcefully. We plunged our
tongues into each others mouths. I had never done that with anyone and
never once thought I would do that with another boy, but here we were doing
it and it felt great. I could feel his tongue rolling around over mine. I
put my hand up his shirt and began carressing his chest. Adam ran his hand
up my left leg and over my butt. I put my hand under his arm and took the
shirt with me. He sat up and took the shirt off. I took my shirt off
too. He then sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back so that his head
was right on my chest. I traced his nipples, ran my hand up and down
between his neck and his belly button. His eyes were open and his fingers
were splaying apart and closing.

"I can feel your heart beating". He said. He then began rubbing his dick
through his pants.

"Do you want to go all the way?" I asked.

"Yes." He said.

"Let's take our clothes off and get under the covers then, is that ok?" I
asked, my voice trembling.

"Ok." He said. We then got up and dropped our pants and underwear and took
our socks off. We both stood naked and looked at each other. Adam had a
boner that stuck straight up and curved to the left. I could see his balls
hanging down. My dick stuck up straight and was a little bit bigger. We
were both circumcised and hairless.

"You have a nice looking dick, Buyer." said Adam in a breathy voice. I
walked over to him and we began kissing again. We embraced and ran our
hands through each others hair and down our backs while we kissed. I ran my
hands over his butt and back up his back. Adam reached down to my dick and
took it in his hand and began squeezing and fondeling it. He then put his
hand around it and began jerking it in an up and down motion. I gasped and
he immediately let go.

"I'm sorry, Buy. Did that hurt you?" He panted.

"No it felt really good. I love it." I said right before I kissed him
again. I then took Adam's hand and lay down on the bed. Adam got on top of
me and we began grinding our dicks together. I could feel his hot breath on
my face as we ground into each other. I wrapped my legs around him and ran
my hands up and down his back and over his butt while we ground.

"Can I suck your dick? I know how." Adam whispered.

"Yes." I said.

Adam went down and started kissing my dick. Then he started licking the top
of it. My head was exploding and I was seeing stars. He then plunged it
into his mouth and began bobbing his head up and down. An electric tingling
radiated from my dick and into my stomach. It started getting stronger and
stronger. Adam then began rubbing his tongue over the top of my dick and
then I came. I thought I was going to pass out. I buckled my hips upward
and and I felt like I wasn't getting any breath even though I was panting
like a long distance runner, then it got even stronger. My eyes were closed
and I was clawing into my bed sheets. I saw explosions of colors and shapes
for a full minute and I think I made some kind of animal noise. After
almost two minutes it finally began to subside. I realized that Adam wasn't
sucking my dick anymore but was jerking me. I finally relaxed and lay back
down flat and started panting. I looked up at Adam who was sitting up and
looking at me with a worried face.

"Are you ok, Buyer?" He said.

"Oh yeah...yeah...I'm fine. That was ...so amazing." I panted. I had been
jerking off for a little over a year by then so I knew what had happened,
but it was nothing at all like any cum I had before. I wasn't shooting
anything yet, but I sure felt like I had then.

Adam lay back down next to me. I reached over and began jerking him off
rapidly. I wanted him to experience what I did. After a minute or so he
started tensing up.

"Is it starting yet?" I asked.

"Is...unhhh...what..starting? Oohhhh!"

"The Feeling. Are you getting it?"

"Yeah...yes...I...I...OHHHHHHH!!!" Adam tensed up, buckled his hips, and
made a long grunt through gritted teeth. I felt his dick spasming in my
hand. He made a second even longer grunt and started moving his head back
and forth while thrusting his hips rhythmically upward. I moved his dick
back and forth and up and down. After a coiuple minutes he tapped my hand
and said "Stop, I'm done." He then flopped down flat on the bed panting. We
both lay their for a few minutes, the sound of our breathing filling the
room. My ears were ringing. I looked over at Adam and he was lying there
with his eyes closed, panting away. He looked so sweet that I almost wanted
to cry at the sight of him. I rolled over and put my arm over him and
placed my head down on his chest. I could hear his heart pounding away and
my head moved up and down with his breaths. He put his left arm around me.
It was then that I realized that I was in love with him. Not a crush, but
full blown, all out love. I wanted to be with him forever.

"I love you, Adam." I said. I couldn't hold back and felt the tears
starting to return.

"I love you too, Bryant. I thought I have for a while, now I know." He
replied.

"So what are we going to do about this?" I said.

"What do you mean?" He said.

"We can't tell our parents. We can't tell our school. We have to sit next
to each other in class."

"Maybe we should just tell everyone and get it over with. At least we'll
have each other, no matter what happens."

"No!" I said as I sat up. "No we can't tell anyone! They'll pull us apart
and make sure that we never get to see each other again. They'll put us in
therapy, no one in school will talk to us..." I then choked and the tears
began flowing. " And I don't know if I can keep it a secret either. How am
I supposed to see you in school and act like I think you're just some other
kid? It's so unfair!" I wiped my tears away and sniffled and looked down at
Adam, he had tears rolling down his cheeks too. He got up and put his arms
around my shoulders and put his head on my right shoulder with his cheek up
against mine.

"We could always run off." He said.

I chuckled a bit and wiped another tear away, and then I wiped a tear from
his face. "Where would we go? How would we live?"

"We're going to have to keep it a secret then." Adam said. "We have no
choice. They'll break us apart if they find out. I'll die if that happens."
He tightened his grip on me, as if he were clinging to a life raft.

"I guess we have a real situation on our hands, don't we?" I said.

"Let's not worry about it for now. Let's just sit here like this for a
while." He then put my hands in his. "I'm so glad I met you, Bryant. I'll
never let you go."

We stayed like that on my bed for an hour. Two boys, naked, confused, alone
but for each other. We were both experiencing emotions that kids our age
aren't even wired for, and an unsure future. All I knew was that as long as
I had Adam around, all would be well somehow. As we held one another I felt
all my anguish of the past few months melt like a hailstone in my hand. I
knew I had found something that was more than special, and I wasn't going
to let anyone take Adam away from me, no matter what.


			       End of part 1