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  1. True that's what I said BUT I'll let you know why his tomorrow has to wait...It's just that I gotta update Peter's point of view about it lol and make the other story move on too I thought..still do...writing both points of view is cool but it's more hard work than I thought! It gives me more work to move on with the plot. I hope everybody enjoys!
  2. December, 24th, 2008, Wednesday So, it was a gloomy December 24th as it was the second Christmas without mom. I mean, last time, for us not to be alone, dad and I went to my aunt’s house to spend the Christmas Eve, but as it was all recent at the time, dad was far from his best cheering mood, and I wasn’t much better. The atmosphere got so ‘thick’ that day, we didn’t even show up for the Christmas lunch. This year, I guess due to those previous events, we weren’t invited, or dad just dismissed all the invitations… or both… well I don’t exactly know, what I know is that I was alone at home. I was bored, a little on the sad side of my mood… but I do love Christmas as much as I love thanksgiving. You know, last thanksgiving, despite I was alone, I put the ornaments on the Christmas tree and kinda celebrated my way… I know mom would’ve liked to see me celebrating, not mourning on my own. As we moved to this new house, the tree was ‘undone’ and so I was at home with no Christmas tree in a Christmas evening. “Hey Champ.” dad said as he was sitting beside me on the sofa. “So, we don’t have a father son quality time for a while.” he started. “What do you say about we watching a movie?” he inqured me. “It’s ok.” I lazily replied. “As long as it’s none of that horrible zombie stuff you teenagers like,… let me see…” dad said as he was thinking… “I don’t want the Christmas stuff too, it’s gonna depress me… ah, I guess we should watch the classic stuff!” and with that last dad’s comment, we ended up watching ‘Gone with the Wind’. We had watched half of the movie, and it was already dark, that evening, when the doorbell rang. “Hey, Peter.” I said, with a smile. “Hiii.” he replied with a smile of his own. And, this time it was no exaggeration, he was in his cool clothes, I mean, dressed up for Christmas Eve, there was even some perfume going on… I mean, he smells so… sweet usually, but this time it was even better. I bet he had just showered and crossed the street to ring on my doorbell. “So…” he would start. “Oh, come in… sorry, it’s cold outside.” “So…” he would start again. “Hi, Mr. Hershey.” I said, as he was by the door too, he had a coat, probably to go outside his house, to our door. “Hey, Chris. Peter… your mom told me as you would invite them to come over, it would be better if I came here too, to invite Mr. Schaeffer...” he was saying in a ‘low voice’ to Peter, but we could hear his good mood. *giggle* “Hi.” dad said to him, and he replied ‘hi’ back. Dad continued. “Well, as we were here too lazy and then we would have to think about which fast food to ask… I guess it couldn’t hurt take a look at your Christmas party.” dad replied, with his usual confidence, to Mr. Hershey. They laughed and it was set. “My champ and I were here at home, avoiding family gathering as we wouldn’t like to bring them sad memories and stuff… as you must know…” he trailed off to Mr. Hershey. “Oh, I see.” Mr. Hershey replied all polite. “So, let’s get the party started!” dad said, with two bottles of whisky he just took from the shelf and we headed to Peter’s, across the street. As we got in it was nice and warm, they had Christmas lights on the living room, it was warm, so we dropped our coats on an armchair, by the door and it smelled like Christmas food. So it was very nice, my ‘gloominess’ just dissipated like the fog of a cold morning turning into a warm afternoon. “So, you know, the last game of the season, I was at work right at the time, can you believe it?” Mr. Hershey was talking to dad. “Sure, I was busy with tons of work, couldn’t manage even the final round at the café…” “I rented it, just gonna watch it.” Mr. Hershey said. “It’s great with me. I’m there too.” dad completed and with that… and the drinks… they were ‘absorbed’ talking about the boring baseball stuff. “So, let’s go to my room.” Peter was taking me by the hand. “Hi, Chris, how are you, dear?” Mrs. Hershey was coming from the kitchen and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. “Hi, Mrs. Hershey, I’m fine, thanks.” “So, I have two people to help me finishing set the table and put the raisin over the turkey.” she said with a smile. “Mooom…” Peter complained. “No ‘mooom’, tonight we have no time to go to bed, so after we eat, you can do whatever you want, now, a little help.” she said, giving the forks to Peter, for him to set the table. “Please, dear, take this to the ‘two sports fan’ on the living room”. Mrs. Hershey told me as she handed me a tray with pieces of turkey and ham. She looked at my puzzled face and continued “We don’t wait till midnight here dear, after all, eating is one of the wonders of the world.” She finished with a giggle. I giggled too… she was right, right?! And with that we were eating so much before ‘dinner time’ that I guess we wouldn’t even be hungry nor wait till midnight *giggle* “Well, at least the dessert is surprise for later.” Mrs. Hershey winked at me. “It’s all fine boys, thank you, now I deserve one or two… or three drinks *giggle* at the living room with the guys, if you excuse me.” she said with a smile “I’m gonna try to take them ‘from the tv screen’, sports and all this boring stuff.” she finished with a giggle. I was looking at the table and at Mrs. Hershey as she walked, happy, to the living room and my watery eyes betrayed me. It seems true to dad’s words that mom was the joy and spirit at home, and without her it was just a house to live in… It was bringing mom to my memory, I felt as she was inside of my heart… I mean, she always is… but as if she was actually there… maybe she was good enough to take the job of ‘The Christmas Spirit’ you know, and she was there with me… “Hey, let’s go to my room for me to show you my mini cars collection I just organized… in spite of Christmas spirit… vacations, freetime, dunno…” he finished patting my back. I was kind of zoning out, running my hands on the books on Peter’s shelf, in his room… “Hey, don’t be sad in a day like this…” Peter said to me, flashing a white beautiful smile at me and he kinda stopped to stare at me. “I’m feeling so lonely tonight you know…” I started and I was going to mention mom… “Oh, so do you consider finding yourself a boyfriend?!” Peter asked, kind of worried, kind of curious, I guess… his big quizzical blue eyes, so so beautiful. “Oh, it’s not that, I mean…” I blushed furiously – and I was being…er… stupid, because I mean, Peter already knows… but it’s just that, he asked mmm… so bluntly… I guess I wasn’t ready to deal with that question… mmm but if that is having a true friend… he sent the sad thoughts away, you know. “It’s just that I’m afraid people know, I mean, people from school can’t know, people in general can’t know because I don’t want my father to find out either…” I trailed off averting my gaze to the floor. “Well, I know!” Peter said, smiling at me and sitting beside me on his bed. “But you it’s different…” I replied, not being able to look his in the eyes After a minute, he was standing in front of me, tall, beautiful, smelling great, nice clothes, all in a party mood, he got a weak smile of my own as I took the nerve to look at his hypnotizing look. “I… I guess… I should practice…” I said that and started hyperventilating, mentally saying to myself ‘Chris, what are you doing’. “I know you’re straight and stuff and I’m sorry for saying that… I…” I took a breath to watery eyes “you’re my best friend… I don’t wanna lose you…” And our eyes met. “Do you wanna practice with me?” he asked, in a sexy serious tone and gaze and gosh *sigh* I was hypnotized, I couldn’t ponder anything to reply. “I wanna learn with you.” I said automatically, lost in his gaze, sitting on his bed as he was standing in front of me, hypnotizing me, making me lost in his beauty. He lowered his head as he light placed his left hand on my shoulder, tentatively, and he gently lifted my face. I closed my eyes, he closed his eyes and our lips met… and it was so soft, and smelled so good, and tasted so good… it wasn’t exactly under the mistletoe but that kiss I mean… it suddenly was the best Christmas ever as I felt a warm rush from my mouth, to my accelerated heart and all over my body.
  3. December, 20th, 2008, Saturday. So, yesterday, was the coolest day ever… well, maybe not ever… as Peter kinda wanted rushing to get out of here when I got hot and he was all over me *ahem* but it was kind of cool, because he said goodbye for me phoserly, I mean, he held my hand by the door… *sigh* I guess I just wanna cry right now… I mean he’s straight and even knowing I have zero chance… I mean… if he told me to kneel in front of him just to mess with me, I would gladly do it… even if it was just to touch his skin one more time… *sigh* But I mean, who can blame me… the little brat is like a demi-god, straight blond hair, with so charming locks, blue eyes, like the sea, like the sky… like those I want from the core of my heart *blush*… not skinny, not build up… just lean sexy… *sigh* I know it gets repetitive at some point me talking over and over about how beautiful he is… ah, and his smell… OMG… anyways… it’s just not fair… on the other side, it’s ol’plain me… I mean, I *know* I’m not ugly, light brown hair, green eyes… maybe a little too pale, trying to look better in the gym, hard time… maybe getting there *sigh* maybe… I mean I’m not ugly but I don’t have… argh… his waaay to be, you know? Damn it, I’m so in love with so much of a zero chance… and the thing is… before I think with my head, I think with my… heart *giggle* and I’m already stumbling on actions and words all the time around him… but… did I tell you how intoxicating… in a good… the best way… is to be around him?! Anyways… this morning I… played with my shaft *blush* and after that… I love having breakfast at the bakery on weekends but there was just so much food from yesterday I decided I would just eat at home… then, I don’t know what I would exactly do. So, I had only loose regular clothes on, like ‘stay home’ clothes (I mean, when last trend isn’t last trend anymore then they turn into home clothes and the real last trend are the last trend clothes… got what I mean, right)… anyways, I went to the porch and across from the street guess who… Peter, magnificent Peter was… what was he doing… ah, he was mowing the lawn. “Hey, Chris!” he waved, putting the other hand on his forehead, as it was a particularly sunny morning. He raised his right hand up for a high five, holding the lawn mower with his left hand. He let go of the lawn mower and pulled me into a hug… and damn it his scent, his hair… gosh… it was a ‘straight hug’, quick with a pat at the end. “So, what’s up?” I asked and tried… tried… not to avert my gaze to the floor as he looked at me with angelical-devilish blue eyes… “I’m mowing the lawn... this weekend I didn’t get to have my neck’round it, you know?” he replied. “Ah, and what’s that?” I said, pointing to the ladder beside Peter’s house. “Ah, that. Dad wants to paint the house on the outside again… mom said he should hire some people who know how to do it, but he insists on doing it… so I have a peeled wall on my bedroom wall and… that’s all *giggle* And you, what are you up to?” he returned the question to me. “Ah… me…” I thought ‘I’m here to stare at you and make my day happy but I had to think of something else, quickly…’ while I had my hand on the back of my neck, averting my gaze, making a circle on the ground with my foot, thinking… gee, what a dork *mental note* “Ah… I was thinking about hitting the mall.” I replied. “Wanna come?” I asked before thinking. “It’s still early…” Peter continued. “Yeah…” I trailed off. “Besides, mom is gonna let me go only after I finish this…” he said, and continued after a pause, with a smile. “You could help me… this way we finish faster and I guess we can go.” “Suuure.” I said, a little too fast, with a smile of my own. “Here, take the mower, I’m gonna take the hose and open the tap.” he replied. He got back and I was waiting… “So?” he asked, looking at the mower. “It’s just that… I’ve never used this… so I don’t wanna break it… if you can… give me instructions… the basics… *giggle*” “Here, let me help.” Peter continued. ********************************* So, after a while, despite it wasn’t a particularly hot day, it was very sunny and it was quite tiring mowing the lawn after all… “It’s getting hot…” Peter commented and brushed his hand against his forehead. And with the rose in his hand, he started spraying water over his head and then his chest, making his white t-shirt almost transparent. I was only staring as he was shaking his head, brushing his wet dark locks of hair and after removing the water from his face with his hand, he smiled at me with a devilish look. In one motion, he was spraying water all over me. “Hey, quit it, quit it.” I was laughing. As I was fighting for the rose, I dropped him on the grass and he wouldn’t give me the hose and spray water on me on every opportunity, even with me on the top of him. Damn it, that wet hair, those wet eyebrows making his eyes even bluer... if that was even possible... he took advantage of that distraction moment and rolled on the top of me, trying to put the hose close to my neck, and under my t-shirt. And in another motion, I was on the top of him, we were laughing and I was fighting him, and I was getting out of breathe… and damn… our wet bodies were touching, the wet fabrics of our t-shirts and our wet crotches with wet shorts over them… I got serious for one mere second but then I thought ‘he knows… to the hell with it’ and it was so so good rock my abs against his… my crotch against his crotch. For one moment, I bet he was pulling me against him other than trying to pull in our fight play… Anyways, he rolled on the top of me and let go as he rolled and we both were lying on our backs, on the wet grass, on wet clothes… taking our breathes, as the laughter subsided. I guess I my shorts were kind of tenting, even more because they were wet… Peter got up and I was lying on the grass. I put one hand on my forearm to look at him, against the sunlight as he was standing and took off his wet t-shirt. I would’ve gasped but I was with my mouth kinda open as I was looking at him shirtless for the first time… He only looked at me and flashed his white smile. “Guys, there’s lemonade here on the porch.” Mrs. Hershey yelled from the door. She was always so beautiful and considerate. ********************************* So, in about 40 minutes we were meeting by the front door to go to the mall. I tried new clothes and, no need to mention, Peter was his usual charming self, with his teenager devilish aura along with his super sweet kindness. I didn’t really wanna go by bus but I didn’t want Peter to think weird stuff about me so I decided not calling a cab... “So, let’s go?” I said as Peter approached me. “Sure”. I replied and with that Peter got the keys and went towards the car. “Mom borrowed me her car to the afternoon. Sweet, huh?” Peter winked at me. I allowed myself to think for a moment it would be like a prince charming in a horse… but damn it I would mentally kick myself always when I had such kind of thoughts… as he already said to me he’s straight… *sigh* It was so cool, we walked all around the shopping mall… but he wasn’t just wondering with that passive aggressive teen posture… he would actually feel the fabric of the clothes, inquire himself and at me, which would be good, and we would walk and make conversation about all the topics, from school to movies, to TV shows, to games… So, of course in no time it was time to get back home ********************************* So, lately, Peter turned out to be my friend, the perfect next door boy… ok, I admit I had to ‘interfere’ a little for dad and me to move to this new house… not so coincidentally right across from Peter’s… and ok, I kinda regretted it after he ‘found out’… I told him, I mean *argh*… but now it’s all so cool… he’s so cool, and beeeautiful, and sweet, and kind… and so different from the guys from the team, or the guys from my old school… And I was looking at the ceiling and I couldn’t stop looking at him and it was late at night… I could watch a movie or something on TV, as it was a Saturday night but I didn’t feel like doing it… and when I realized I was sitting on the doorsteps with my elbows on my knees and resting my chin on my hands, thinking about seeing Peter again… And I was looking at his bedroom window, and the ladder placed in front of it and a mischievous thought invaded my mind ‘what if I climb and only take a look… no not stare Chris, something really really fast, sneak a peak… it wouldn’t take a piece of him… I mean…’ and another part of me was saying ‘yeah, he’s gonna think you’re a psycho…’ and I was walking on the night air as I was thinking. Walking?! When I realized I was by the ladder… it was like if Peter was hypnotizing me, attracting me to him… his energy, his sense of humor, his blond straight longish locks falling in his eyes… argh, not again… you know that movie “Sleeping Beauty” in that part the girl follows the green ball up to the tower… I was kinda feeling like that *shrug* ‘OK, Chris, a quick glimpse and that’s it, you’ll know he’s there and you’re getting your butt back to your own bed, right? Right’. Yeah, that was me talking to myself inside my mind… you do that too sometime, right?! *giggle* So I slowly and silently climbed and I was by his window and there he was… he wasn’t sleeping, he had a magazine I guess in his hands and was lying on the bad, with his reading lamp on, so I could trace his beautiful features, it wasn’t dark… yeah, and that was it, I should get back… but it was so so beautiful staring at what he was doing, so naturally. And he got up to drop the magazine and get a book from the shelf, I don’t really know… well, he wasn’t sleeping… so he could at least drop a ‘hi’ to me (“oh, Chris, did you think about what he would think, etc… nooo, of course”, mental note)… with that, I lightly knocked on the window glass… He didn’t listen so I should go, I said on my mind and my hand had a ‘life of its own’ and knocked again. He looked and opened the window. “Hey, what are you doing?” he inquired, not in a judging tone, but with the sweetest smile and sleeping clothes… I mean *I* was in sleeping clothes basically in the street *giggle* Oops, busted, I hadn’t thought about that part… “Er… I…” I started and mmm… only that… my gaze lost in the blue of his eyes… the white of his smile and his pink cheeks… “Gee, it’s chill out there, come on in.” he said and offered me his hand to push me in his room. You know, we ended up playing cards as he said he wasn’t sleepy either and it was so cool, of course after one hour or two… I mean, who’s counting *hehe* of course, I had to get back… by the ladder… I mean, I would *die in shame* if his mom saw me walking inside her house at that situation… but it was so so much fun! ********************************* December, 21st, 2008, Sunday. Next afternoon, I heard the doorbell and it was Peter, can you believe it?! “Come on in!” I said. “So, what’s up?” he said, with his hands on his pocket (skipping describing hooow beautiful he was at that moment *giggle*). “Ah, not much I guess.” I sincerely replied with a hand behind my neck and averting my gaze not to stare at him… one of these days he would catch me staring and come to the conclusion I’m a psycho and never see me again *sigh* “So, let’s go to my room”. “Ok.” “Oh, do you have a guitar or... what’s the name of that again…” he asked. I was playing the Spanish guitar, trying a new song in a calm boring Sunday afternoon you know, on my bed, when Peter rang the doorbell. “It’s my Spanish guitar.” I replied. “Do you play any instrument?” I asked him. I mean, wow, we talk so much lately and there’s still so much I don’t know about him, right?! “No, ‘though it sucks… I’d really like to know how to.” he said. “People say learning how to play the Spanish guitar is easier than learning how to play the guitar, you know?” “Ah, not really. I guess I don’t understand much about music… I mean, I love music, concert DVDs, etc., but I don’t know much about the technical stuff…” he trailed off as he was sitting on my bed. “Do you wanna learn with me?” I asked. “Yeah… it would be awesome… like… ever!” he replied. “Here, take it in your lap.” I said. Well, at least he knew how to hold it. So I kneeled in front of him to place his fingers, from his left hand, on the cords. “Like this?” he asked with a smile and then he looked back at the instrument and a lock or two of hair fell on his eyes. As he didn’t wanna misplace his hands on the guitar he looked back at me, with hair on his eyes. “Here, can I?” I said as I brushed his hair with my hand and combed it behind his ear. “Thanks.” he said with a light chuckle. Gee, so pink cheeks, so close to him… ‘focus Chris, focus’ I was mentally saying to myself. Each time I would teach him something his eyes would shine like one’s eyes can only shine when they genuinely want to learn something new and achieve it… actually he was getting good pretty fast… I mean, he was perfect, he was Peter! Did he already know how to play and didn’t tell me? I mean, no, Peter would never lie to me… he had no reason for it… And with that we practiced that afternoon and it was so much fun before we realized it was getting late… again! ********************************* December, 22nd, 2008, Monday. Next afternoon, I ended up being at Peter’s, and we were watching TV at his living room and the phone rang. “Let me see who’s calling.” Peter said as he got up from the couch. “Ah, hi”. He was saying on the phone. “Yeah, yeah… everything is great.” he replied to the person on the phone. “One moment, I’ll go to my room, be right back.” he said above a whisper to me. “Who’s that?” I inquired. Gee, I know, so impolite… but it was just a naïve question. “Mmmm.. it’s mom.” he said, covering his phone with his hand and with that he went upstairs. I was there, kinda lying on his couch, not exactly paying attention on the TV as I was thinking how Peter was being so cool to me… I don’t know if I was behaving well, what if got ‘tired of me’ you know… whatever, crazy me huh?! *giggle* After five or ten minutes… dunno, I was zoning out *giggle* he got back and I would be better get going, you know. As he opened the door, he stood by the door, so did I, it’s like I couldn’t leave… I know, it sounds silly *blush*. Out of the blue, he took me in a hug… I mean, he hugged me before and, no it wasn’t because every time he does it, it feels special, I mean, that too but, he hugged me tight, so tight, almost suffocating and I just let myself get lost in the moment… I mean, I guess it was like 15 seconds, tops, however, it was so full of energy… and heart… and, I don’t know… maybe he was… sad/worried after the call… you know, sometimes you ‘transmit it’ in a hug without words I guess… well, I’m not used to hug people so whatever… but it shouldn’t be anything important, after all it was only his mom probably talking about errands. And with that I said bye and he said bye again… and *sigh* I was getting so used to Peter in my days *sigh*
  4. Luiz

    Chapter 10 - Volcano

    Hey, thanks =D Hope you enjoy
  5. Luiz

    Chapter 10 - Volcano

    It's nice to know that this story can walk alone without the other to fill the gaps... and that lol Peter can be mildly convincing he's straight from Chris' point of view
  6. December, 19th, 2008, Friday. Apricots, shrimp chips, blackberry jelly, chocolate cake, mmm… cherries, ah, soda, I’ll take two… no, three… juice cartons, here, check on the list…mmm… what else, coconut drops, peaches, does he like it… I hope so… cream cheese, the big one, that’s it… School was officially over for winter break but that was me, on the supermarket… This afternoon, I saw Peter at school and he was all by himself… I guess Nick’s family must’ve hit the road as it’s upcoming holiday and everything… so, as the we were talking I ended up inviting Peter to come over after class. He said he had some errand to do first but that he should drop at home around five. You know, it was the first time Peter would come over to have a snack at home, so I was buying a lot of things to be a cool host! So, I had a shower and my hair was wet brown, as I didn’t even have the time to dry it and maybe that would make my eyes sparkle greener, maybe I would look stupid the same… never nearly as beautiful and confident as ‘straight’ Peter… sorry saying it that way, but I gotta tell myself… every time I think about him… ‘Chris, he’s straight, you already told him about you… for nothing… so let’s play cool, shall we?!’ Peter has that aura, you know, some people don’t have to make an effort to be charming and kind and cool and polite… sigh… well, that’s Peter’s case. I mean, tall, lean, light blond hair, blue eyes to die for… his look can be so intense when we are talking, you know, not an intimidating one, a dumb jock one… but just sincerely paying attention… it’s so difficult to be listened to these days… sigh… well, that’s so non intimidating and perfect that it ends up being… intimidate…. Aargh… I am not making sense anymore… and hurry… ‘cause Peter must knock the door at any moment… after all he lives just across the street… a white t-shirt… the loose or the tight one… no big difference …mmm… the tight….mmm…. white (how non original) jeans… sneakers, flip flops… ah sneakers, I don’t wanna cause the impression I’m tired for him to stay little… and the door bell rang. “Hi.” Peter waved, as he was by the door. “Hey.” Open smile and high five. Yay! “So, do you wanna have a snack?” I started. “Mmmm… no, thanks.” he replied “Oh, but I got the food already all settled on the table.” I said before thinking, disappointment showing on my face. The next thought was ‘dumb Chris… be cool… if he doesn’t wanna eat… argh… he must not know you were buying special food on the market just because he’s here… be cool, don’t be a freak… don’t be stupid… he replied that out of politeness… or maybe he isn’t hungry at all… maybe both… whatever'… before I could think of something else to say, he replied again. “Oh, in that case, I can eat something, if you insist.” he finished with a light chuckle. “Wow, that’s all so beautiful.” Peter said, as we were in the dining room… yeah, maybe the stone supports under the big glass table or the chandelier on the ceiling helped… or maybe he’s just saying that to make you feel better about the food table, after you opened your big mouth… I was mentally kicking myself. Whoa, stop hyperventilating for nothing, Chris! I was also mentally repeating that. Actually I barely touched the food as I was watching Peter, in my house… sigh… who would say that… besides, it wasn’t fair Peter was wearing a blue t-shirt, and his eyes were the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen (stared) and his lips were so red from the strawberry syrup… “So, do you have it? Chris?” Peter insisted. “What?” I dumbly replied. “The new Westlife Concert DVD? Do you have it?” Peter asked again. “Oh, yes, I just bought it.” I replied. “You look distant, tired… I don’t know…” he said. “Ow, that… it must be… er… school… it’s finally over, now only next year.. right?!” I replied. “Yup, sure.” he said, after chugging and taking a sip of juice. “And what about the new GranTurismo? Do you have the game?” Peter continued. “Sure. The race games are the best, I just had to have it!” I replied. “Cool! Dad didn’t let me buy it last time we were at the mall.” “So, let’s play!” Peter said and continued. “Oh, but we should clean the table first and settle all… I mean aaall *chuckle* this food back in place, right?!” “Ah, never mind, let’s have more time to play!” “Where are the video games?” Peter inquired, with an excited smile. “Oh, the console is in the TV room.” I replied. “Your dad doesn’t mind?” he inquired in a disbelief tone. “Not really… actually he’s never home to watch TV.” I shrugged. Peter was actually better than me… or maybe that is because I was staring at the blond hair of his legs, as we were sitting on the rug, playing video games… And after that, we were watching the Westlife concert, the new DVD that was just released… “Hey, Chris, did you know these guys were all friends in their hometown, and started singing together?” Peter asked. “Yeah, I know… as a super fan! A few days ago, I was watching an interview on the Internet, and Shane [the vocalist] said he decided he wanted being a singer, or being part of a band watching a Michael Jackson’s concert.” “Hey, cool.” Peter replied, with those blue eyes looking at me and that white smile… sigh… back on the screen Chris… back on the screen. And his shoulder would touch my shoulder… I didn’t wanna brush my shoulder against him not to ‘look weird’… or ‘gay’… but I didn’t wanna move either because it wouldn’t be ‘natural’, you know… so I just stayed there… enjoying the heat from Peter’s arm… dreaming I would rest my head against his shoulder and sing along… but for now, having his company, wow… that was already a lot. “OMG, I love that song.” he said as all the girls on screen started screaming… it was the climax to the big ending… of the concert. He playfully started screaming too and he was so funny and beautiful at the same time I started laughing… you know when you laugh so much you start crying from laughter… as I was laughing so much, he took my arms on the floor and we start play fighting… actually he did because I was already out of breath. Damn it I could feel his crotch against mine and I started breathing heavily… to catch my breath… but also to inhale in his ear. I was looking at the blue of his eyes… thoughts lost in there… deep blue as the sky… as the sea… as the sea of emotions inside of me at that very moment… as logics told me a straight guy couldn’t be mine as I wanted to… as my heart told me to kiss him… but as our laughter faded and there were only serious expressions… Peter managed back a sitting position and the ending credits were rolling on the screen. “Great concert, huh?” Peter said, still a little reddish on the face, his hair on the most messed up way as he passed his fingers on it to comb it back in place, and he was smiling at me. I shouldn’t push luck but damn it… I could imagine that face reddish from other kinds of effort and… aaargh… I wanted more time with him! Gee, I was getting ‘Peter addicted’ in no time! “So, do you wanna watch a movie?” I asked and my heart started beating faster. “Er… hey, it’s getting late, I can’t.” he said and was getting up´. “Open the door for me?” he said, holding a hand for me to get up as well. As we were by the door I stopped and he stopped too. I was looking at his features, his hypnotizing eyes, the locks of hair falling on his face as he just combed it back with his hand. “It’s so cool we live close now…” Peter said to fill the silence, I guess. “The coolest, ever!” I replied. ‘Cool it off, Chris, be casual.’ I was mentally saying to myself. “So, it was a lot of fun.” Peter continued. “So I gotta go now.” he was finishing. I offered him a hand and he offered a high five. His eyes were shining so much and that smile… “Oh, come here.” he said and pulled me into a hug. He said above a whisper in my ear “No more crying huh… I’m here just across the street, anything you need… anything.” Gee it felt so soothing and it was like we were by the door and the much I didn’t want him to leave he didn’t wanna go either… but that was only me and my big imagination… that was only me not wanting him to go *giggle* I giggled in reply and kinda averted my gaze to the floor, then after after a second… or two… I looked back at his face. “The door?” he inquired with big eyes at me. I *giggle* when I remember that… “Oh, ahem, ok…” and with that I opened the door. “Ow, it’s getting colder outside.” he said. “Yeah, I replied and smiled.” he replied with a small smile. I don’t know why I offered my hand again for him to shake and he lightly took it and with that he waved good bye three more times in the lawn and on the sidewalk and… got inside his house *giggle* I closed the door and was hugging myself and sighing like a lunatic and I went back to the TV room to turn the TV off and laid back on the rug… there was the pillow Peter was using to lay his head on and damn… it smelled of his shampoo… ‘Wow, Peter’s scent… it’s just got hot in here… let me take my t-shirt off’… I was thinking to myself’ and as I took my t-shirt off and laid on the rug, hugging the pillow I started *blush* humping the pillow on my crotch and well… removed my pants and *blush* boxers too… Gee, he must have a superpower… I was oozing precum in no time, had my eyes closed and a picture of Peter’s face came in my mind and… *riiing* Geez, that was the phone! “Mmm.. ahem… hello” I answered… my raging leaking boner never subsiding… “Mm… hi… Chris… it’s Peter.” he said and I instantly blushed. “So… he continued… did I forget my… er… watch there?” he asked. “Mmm…” I got up, bouncing erection, and looked around, close to the TV, the console… “no, I don’t think so.” I replied. Gee, it was so good, his scent and now his voice *blush* I so know I shouldn’t be with my hand *bluush* there while he was talking to me but… well *blush* “So… I’m choosing a t-shirt here… can you give me your opinion?” he asked. Odd, I thought… but I was in *no* position to say that, at that very moment. “Yeah, sure.” I said, breathing kinda heavily. “Are you running or something? You’re breathing.. differently…” Peter inquired. “Ah, it’s just that I’m … cleaning the TV room in a hurry before my dad arrives.” I replied, evasively. “Oh, so I should call later…” Peter trailed off. “No, no… I can talk to you in this meanwhile…” I trailed off. And with that, I held the phone with the upper part close to my hear, but the speaker a little further, for him no to listen to my gasps… that I tried so much to suppress… I mean, I was listening to his breathing, you know! And he said like, nothing, for like thirty seconds… “So, I should call later.” Peter said after the long silence, only breathing. “Ah… what about the t-shirt?” “Blue, just chose it. Talk to you later, bye.” he said and did not hang up. “Er… *deep breath as precum oozed on my hand* bye.” I said… after like fifteen seconds he hang up and I gasped loud. I closed my eyes as I ran my hands on my chest and navel and… Damn it I could only picture him in my head… over and over… A knock on the TV room’s door, that was open, by the way… “Hey, champ. Chris, I…” and that was the loud voice of the old man. “Whoa… daaad!” I shouted and put the pillow kind of in front of my lap… as I was naked sitting on the rug. He scratched his head, looking at me… “That’s my champ… big there like the old man.” Gee, I blushed big time. “So… er… finish what you’re doing there… I don’t wanna see that *laugh* I’ll be upstairs to take a quick shower… decide where you wanna go out for dinner… only you and me.” and he went upstairs laughing, echoing the house. Damn, straight men, go figure!
  7. Hi, Yeah, it's been a while. When i was a teenager (btw I'm currently 30) I started reading this kind of story and it really helped me and I grew fond of it. It took a few years but now I have a boyfriend so things got hectic to keep on writing. Yup, the story isn't finished. I intend on writing more... just don't know when. Please feel free to read others of mine and also.. as little as I can reply but... feel free to write. Hugs, Luiz
  8. Hi, Yeah, it's been a while. When i was a teenager (btw I'm currently 30) I started reading this kind of story and it really helped me and I grew fond of it. It took a few years but now I have a boyfriend so things got hectic to keep on writing. Yup, the story isn't finished. I intend on writing more... just don't know when. Please feel free to read others of mine and also.. as little as I can reply but... feel free to write. Hugs, Luiz
  9. Happy Birthday!

  10.  Hello Luiz, I trust all is well. It has been a while since you posted a new chapter. You have a dedicated following with both of your on going stories. I and they hope to hear from you soon, your writings are appreciated and missed.

    Today is your BD and I want to wish you a Happy 30th Birthday and enjoy your party. Don't start thinking you are over the hill now. Wait till you reach my age(67) then you can start to complain. Positive thoughts going your way.


    Take care


  11. December 18th, 2008 “I can’t believe tomorrow is already the last day before winter break.” I was saying as I was having a bite of my sandwich. “Yeah, it’s so cool this time of the year, you know, traveling, family gatherings, lots of pictures…” Nick was saying. “…lots of food…” I complemented and we both giggled. We were having ‘our last lunch’ of the year, as Nick won’t come to school tomorrow, on our last school day, because his dad decided to hit the road tomorrow morning, already. Nick is visiting his relatives in San Diego, for this Christmas break. I guess they’re staying there for two weeks. “You better take a lot of pictures to show me later.” I said. “I’ll miss you, you know.” Nick suddenly said kind of serious. He looked at me with those hazel eyes, like a tiger’s. And his longish hair blew with the wintry breeze. It was heart melting! Aaand on the top of that, he’s cute, polite, kind and very, very sweet… someone you want to be around all the time because of his ‘aura’, his own gloom… sigh… I know, I must be saying all this rubbish because I’m sooo in love *giggle* “This afternoon we gotta make the best of it!” Nick exclaimed, winking at me. “Hey, not so loud.” I corrected him above a whisper. He started licking his finger as if there was some mayo in it… I knew there was not… then he started slowly caressing his flat abs in circle, never losing track of my gaze – a jaw dropped one. “Quit it.” I said with a chuckle, punching him lightly on the arm and …er… blushing a lot, like a 16 years old girl… okay, like a 17 years old boy… deeply in love… sigh. “I love you.” he mouthed the words and then winked at me. He put his hands, one on each side of him, to support himself, as he was sitting on the ground, along with me and he was touching my little finger with his… we were close, our hands were barely touching. He looked at our hands then looked at my face, and smiled. “This afternoon it’s my place, k?” he said. “Own, but my place is closer and… we’re gonna have to waist tiiime waiting for the bus and stuff… and it’s… it’s ‘our last day’…” I complained. “We always go to your place. Let’s make it on my bedroom today.” he argued. “Please?” he pleaded with big hazel eyes… he knew I couldn’t say ‘no’. *** We were practically running as we got out of the school door to the bus stop. As we were sitting on the bus, side by side, it was kind of empty, I guess because it was in the middle of the afternoon and I looked at the window for a moment. When I looked back, Nick was staring at me. “What?” I said, with a smile. “Do you remember we met on the bus, like this?” Nick recalled with a smile of his own. “Yeah.” I simply replied. He put his bag between us, put his hand under the bag and grabbed mine and we were holding hands until we got to his place. “Do you want something to eat?” Nick asked as we entered his house. “Ah, not really, thanks. I guess I ate too much during lunch break.” I replied. “Don’t be such a spoiler… just say you do.” he said. “What?” I was confused. “Play along… right?” he said and winked at me. I couldn’t resist that charm. “Ok… let’s have a snack!” I replied. “Yes, that’s the spirit.” “Do you have a spanish guitar?” I asked him as we entered the kitchen and he went towards the fridge. “Oh, yeah.” he replied, opening the fridge. “Do you keep it, here, in the kitchen?” I asked, puzzled. He took a cake out of the fridge and he was smiling as he put it on the counter. I was surprised. It was a cake with my name in it, written with ‘M&M’s, you know, chocolate cover and ‘PETER’ in colorful chocolate! “Oh, man, I’m sorry.” Nick said putting his hands on his head. “I made the cake myself but I guess the cover was still hot and I should’ve waited to put the decoration… and it’s kind of messed up, see?” he said. It was so kind of him. It didn’t look like a ‘bakery cake’ but that’s exactly why it was so sweet, I could see he made it! As I was taken aback, he took the guitar. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Peter, happy birthday to youuuu.” he was singing. “What’s that, my birthday is only in October…” I asked, not being able to hide the huge smile on my face… I mean, I was so happy… ‘though it wasn’t not even close to my birthday. “It’s just that we won’t see each other for like… two weeks… that has never happened before…” he said. “And what about the birthday thing?” I said, as I couldn’t resist and took some of the chocolate cover with my finger. “It’s just that… I didn’t really know you in October yet, so… so I didn’t have a chance to celebrate with you… nor to give you anything… so I decided to make a cake… it isn’t exactly like I expected but…” he trailed off and was starting to blush. I took the guitar out of his neck, put it aside and pulled him into a tight hug. “Thanks, that’s the best gift, ever!” I said in his ear, kissing his cheek, again, again and again while he ‘ticklishily giggled’. I put some chocolate on my finger and put it into his mouth and he licked it and nothing looked sexier than a blond cutie sucking chocolate from your finger! Things were really heating up as I pressed him against the counter and got some more chocolate to lick in my finger, and again, to put it into his mouth again. I kissed his cheeks and licked the chocolate from it. I grabbed him and he lifted himself on the counter. We took both of our t-shirts off. He lifted his butt and I got his jeans off in one motion and was sucking him, as his shaft mixed with the chocolate taste in my mouth… sucking it like there was no tomorrow. I took my pants off and when I realized, my shaft was entering my best chef in the world… as I was standing and he was sitting on the counter, facing me, kissing my neck, holding my neck. We came and he wiped us with his t-shirt. We put our pants back and he pulled me by the hand upstairs. “Let’s take a shower… now I’m sticky of chocolate and… mmm…” I finished with a giggle. As we were upstairs, he pulled me inside his room and pulled me on the bed. I was on my knees and he entered me as he held me by the waist, to support himself, while he took the hair off of his face. Then, we switched and as I was lying, with my back on the bed, he was sitting on the top of my shaft and we both erupted again. Nick is just the best. I wonder if I could possibly like someone else the way I like Nick… ah, probably not. And he’s going to be away for two weeks… what am I supposed to do in this meanwhile!?
  12. December 15th, 2008, Monday So, I got some advice from Mr. Thompson, and a tight hug in those strong arms… sigh… but I guess the best advice I got was from Mrs. Jenkins. You see, she doesn’t even know me, I saw her like four times in my life and she was the best! So, I decided that this is it, I should tell Peter how I feel about him… I mean, he’s so sexy and masculine, but what… what if there’s a small chance that he’s gay and even the slightest chance that he likes me back… I’ll never know if I don’t try… And, I put my earphones as I was walking outside the school door and it was playing the new Madonna’s interlude song, “Confessions”: ♪ ♫ I was three feet the floor, gasping for air trying to realease my father's hands from my throat I looked into his eyes and wondered if my feet would ever touch the floor again Have you ever been hit so hard that is sends your body diying across the room? We all fall to the floor at some point It's how you pick yourself up - that's the real challenge. Isn't it? I've açways lived in my own world. I danced to escape my troubles I've learned that there's light, even in the darkest places I can't blame my father for anything You can't rely on other people to make you happy But l know deep down inside he loved me I’ve never been in such a dangerous situation but, from ‘my background’ that you already know about, I felt this song was so deep, so sensitive I was getting sad as I walked, so I switched to the next song and Dave Grohl screamed: ♪ ♫ I've got another confession to make… Yeah, it sees everything around me was conspiring to a confession… yet, another song with a confession to make… ♪ ♫ I'm your fool Everyone's got their chains to break Holdin' you Were you born to resist or be abused? Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you? So, I took a deep breath and knocked on Peter’s door. “Ni… Chriis! Hiii.” he said to me as he opened the door, maybe startled as he wasn’t expecting me… of course… but so cheered up, his skin looked so beautiful at that very moment, and his smile, too, you know. “Er… hi.” I sheepishly replied. ‘No no no, Chris, don’t let it ruin your confidence, you came here to tell him… do it… do it’ I was thinking to myself. But there was a pause and you know when ‘time stood still’, something like that that the singer says… or the poet… “Oh, come in.” he ushered me inside. “Yeah, it’s kinda cold this evening…” I simply commented. ‘No, Chris, don’t start talking about the weather, you’re better than that’. I was pushing myself. “Do you want some juice?” he offered me. I was suddenly getting so nervous. I ended up taking only a glass of water. “So…” we said at the same time. I took a deep breath. “So, you’re my friend, right?” I asked Peter. “I’ll do my best.” he replied. I could see he was kind of apprehensive in his reply, I mean, that question alone was kind of out of the blue, I know but… but it’s the best I could start with *blush* “So, I took some advice, I mean, I tried and I got some different replies…” I was talking way too fast, wasn’t making much sense and there were ‘butterflies in my stomach’, you know. I was getting so anxious and Peter… sigh… his perfect angelical, but masculine features at the same time… if I said the right thing it could be all mine… no no Chris, don’t be stupid can’t be… sigh, however, how to continue saying this… “I like this person…” I blurted out and paused, and I continued “… and I want to tell him… them, ahem, him… that I guess I’m in love and… and…” Gee, making a ‘them’ turn into a ‘him’ when you actually speak the words, it’s much more difficult than I thought… it brings me a cold feeling to my spine… it must be fear. “And it’s you, Peter!” I finished the sentence and continued. “Please, please, don’t hit me on the face again, okay?” I said as my fear escalated… I mean, he wasn’t saying anything, he could hit me… gee, it would be so sad, I mean, not like last time, now I’m fond of him… very fond of him, and if he hit me it would be over. I wasn’t so afraid of the pain, the punch… well, that too, but… but by pondering I could never see him again! Say something Peter… please… “Er… I’m straight. Yeah, that’s it, I’m straight.” he said. He didn’t hit my face but he did shatter my heart, somehow… stupid me… what was I expecting! Oh, and yet, he could now shatter my face… “Please, please, don’t hurt me!” I…er… pleaded and kind of closed my eyes and averted my gaze… just in case. For the first time I thought ‘gosh, what was I doing there’… But surprisingly, he took hold of my hands with his soft, big, beautiful hands… wow, sigh… it was the first time someone took my hands like that… with that feeling – only from me, I guess… I was mentally kicking myself like in a ‘don’t be stupid, Chris’ mental non approval but… but his hands were soft, and big and… it was Peter’s! “Look at me.” I said to the greenest gaze I’ve ever seen. “I’ll never hurt you… and… and… *deep breath* you can count on me for whatever you need, okay?” he said. I felt relieved that I wouldn’t get punched. “Ah, and don’t… don’t tell anyone at school, please.” I asked him. It’s the first thing that came to my mind when the fear of protecting myself was over. And damn it, Peter was holding my hands… ‘though he’s straight… wow, he’s being utterly considerate at me… and Mrs. Jenkins was right, it would turn out alright! He was holding my hands with his big and soft, and masculine, and beautiful hands… and he was looking at me with deep blue eyes, dark blue, like the sea, you know… and wow. ‘Stupid Chris’ I was mentally kicking myself as I felt my eyes getting watery… I should man up in a moment like that… but… but I spent all my ‘bravery’ to come here and say it… and I felt so vulnerable… even shaky I guess… I hope he didn’t notice… well… maybe he did. Because he pulled him into hug… a warm, tight one… he was so strong, so masculine… and with so delicate traces at the same time… sigh. It was a hug that made me melt, like butter *giggle* and his cologne… not that intoxicating one that one just applied but only ‘natural his’. I buried my face on his shoulder and inhaled. His hug would never be tight enough. I couldn’t contain myself and I think I was soaking his t-shirt but I got there for a whole minute… or two… because maybe I wouldn’t get a hug from Peter… ever again… and I wanted to remember that scent, that texture, for the rest of my life… “Thank you, I better get going.” I said as I let go of the hug. I took my bag from the floor and didn’t know what to do with my hands after letting go of that hot body… with a sensitive head… and blue eyes, white smile… sigh… well, I’m so repetitive over it… you know all the rest… I couldn’t look Peter in the eye again in the same way… I mean, every time I would look him in the eye, the answer ‘I know’ would be… there. “Alright.” he slowly replied. I didn’t wait for him to open the door for me and quickly made my way to the door, closing it behind me. That evening, as I arrived home it was already dark but I didn’t feel like eating… I kicked my sneakers off, unbuttoned my jeans. I would take my t-shirt off like I always do, but I didn’t. I should take a shower but *bluush* I know it’s extremely silly what I’m gonna tell but… but I wanted to drift off inhaling the remainings of Peter’s scent on my t-shirt, my forearm and my hands. I was lying on my back, on my bed… and I eventually took my t-shirt off… just to inhale it *bluush* close my eyes and keep whispering Peter’s name. As I closed my eyes and ‘inhaled some of him’ on my t-shirt, I was feeling my hardon being restrained by my pants and I had to take my jeans off and my briefs in a motion. They already had a small spot… small but wet *blush* And I jerked off and came in no time, whispering Peter’s name all the time… I… I put the t-shirt back on *blush* and drifted off intoxicated by some of his scent… December, 16th, 2008, Tuesday Damn it, I woke up feeling bad… you know, I cried to drift off and it always takes the best of me when it happens… I didn’t feel like going to school. “Hey, Chris.” dad called by my bedroom door as he saw I was already opening my eyes. “Have breakfast with your old man.” he invited me. I didn’t really want to get up, but I went there, anyway. “So, as I was saying last weekend, we should move out of this house, sell all of this stuff, buy new stuff…” dad was saying as he was finishing his cup of coffee, already dressed up to go to the office, while I was looking like I just got up… I just wouldn’t say messed up hair because well… my hair looks combed even when I don’t comb it *giggle* “So, I decided we should move tomorrow!” dad announced the great news. “But, where to? Will I like it? Will I have to go to another school?” I inquired. “Nooo… I am already a little ahead on plans…” he started… yeah, that’s businessman dad ‘a little ahead?!’ I mean, we’re moving tomorrow! “So, I bought that house you suggest me the other day, close to school, etc., etc., you know, the lawyers from the office had it all set up, Mrs. Hershey from management got it all set up, it’s a ‘just go’ thing!” he finished triumphantly. “So, what’s it that I don’t feel joy emanating from some young guy in front of me?! C’mon! New horizons… nothing that you said or did should count anymore… right?!” he said with a light [not so light] punch on the shoulder. “Yeah, sure.” I replied. ‘Gr-eat, just great’… I was thinking to myself, me and my big mouth… what use is it going to have now being Peter’s front neighbor… just to have shame written on my face like… forever! “Well, I’m late, I gotta go.” dad said, already wearing his suit. “Ah, dad, can I skip school today… to pack my stuff…” I inquired. “Mmm… actually tomorrow night the guys should come and pack all of it, but if you want to do some of it yourself, it’s cool with me…” he replied and he was off to work. Well, at least I had an excuse to skip classes not to see Peter’s face and feel ashamed, like yesterday, today, once again… sigh. While I was settling some stuff in boxes, I found an old album… from when I was a kid myself… those are used by moms to create shameful situations *giggle* I was looking at various pictures of us, dad, mom and me, you know… as the afternoon passed by. I recalled each one of those albums, St. Louis, X-mas in NYC, X-mas in London, X-mas in Paris… wow, it’s been so long since I’ve been there for the last time… ah, the time dad decided we should make a safari at Tanzania… Mexico… Québéc… sigh, I couldn’t help getting watery eyes as I passed every picture mom was included… December, 17th, 2008. I skipped school again and dad was true to his word, the guys really transported it all in the morning. I had lunch at the downtown restaurant and when I was supposed to go ‘back’ I was instructed to be at the new place and as I arrived, the guys thanked me, gave me the house keys and were gone. I just watched as they left down the street, motionless, with a key in hand, close to the hole the ‘for sale’ plate had formed in the grass. As I got in, I got to er… *chuckle* know the house… it was smaller than the last one, but still in a very decent size… as now it was only dad and me… I mean, we wouldn’t need four bedrooms… and the stoned walls on the outside made it look very beautiful too. As I lay down on my new bed, the phone rang. “Hello, Chris?” Gee it was Peter’s voice… what do I reply, what do I reply… well, sigh, just say hello… and be careful to say just that. Sound casual! “Hi, Peter? What’s up?” I asked, as nonchalant as I could. “I’m calling because I’m worried about you. I didn’t see you at school yesterday nor today either…” he said. It’s just that I didn’t want to see his face… sigh… actually it was what I wanted to see the most… Peter was the one I wanted to see the most but… but… say something, Chris! “It’s just that I’ve been busy with… stuff, you know.” I replied. “Why don’t you come over for a while?” he invited me over. But, no, I couldn’t accept his invitation out of pity. I mean, he saw me crying yesterday, for Christ’s sake… who does that… he may think I have some brain issue or that I’m a loser… or both. “Ah, I better not… besides… I’m busy with other stuff…” I said. “Please, don’t be like that, okay?... Please?” he asked. ‘Wow, Chris’… I was mentally talking to myself ‘maybe he’s not as you think… he’s a brilliant guy who truly cares about you… I mean, he’s straight, still he’s trying hard to understand you… it may be very daring to invite you over like this…’ sigh. Oh, there’s a silent pause on the phone… I should say something… but… “There’s the science project. We never glued the dinosaurs to the model, what do you say we finish it together?!” he insisted. “But was already presented on Monday…” I replied, not understanding what he meant. “Yeah… but… but it would be good to have it glued so we can ‘save it for the future’, you know?!” he replied. I mean, I couldn’t decline forever… I was… I was dying to see him! And now that *I*, yeah, stupid me, suggested this house and I put myself into this situation… I mean: I’m a few feet away from Peter’s, I could see him by the window, speaking, if I was by some of the front windows, and I’m dying to see him… I… I miss him, you know, though he doesn’t feel the same... sigh… “Okay.” I simply said. “Sweet! See you then, Chris?” he asked to be sure. “See you, bye.” I said. “See you.” he replied. “See you.” I replied. Okay, I didn’t want to hang up the phone on Peter, he was so sweet for… er being himself… and he was being so sweet now… and well, with that he hung up the phone. I had to do nothing but only step outside, cross the street and ring his doorbell. “Chris?!” he said in surprise as he opened the door. “Hi.” I replied, kind of ashamed for being so ‘weird’ arriving like thirty seconds after his invitation. “How? How did you arrive so fast?” he inquired. “Ah, it’s just that dad was saying something about moving to a new house… to start over after mom… er… after the last sad events in my family… mmm… actually one me and him now, you know…” and I continued pointing to the house across the street “and as that house across the street was for sale and it’s close to school… well, he bought it.” I simply put it like that. I didn’t really have to say that I suggested that, etc., etc. Riiight?! He had a confused face for a moment. “How come you moved so fast?!” he asked, in a surprised tone. “Ah, dad hired some ‘specialized’ folks and other people to settle the stuff… actually I didn’t help, so I don’t really know, how…” I just shrugged in reply. “Why, do you feel like moving from here now that I live there?” I said, naively pointing to the street and his house across from it. “Noooo, it’s not that!” he quickly replied. I had my simple clothes, a white t-shirt along with a white waistcoat I was wearing at home, a silver chain… but Peter, he was deadly gorgeous wearing a blue sweater and dark blue jeans, bare foot inside his house… “So… can I come in… please?” I asked. “Ah, sure.” he said and ushered me inside. *** We were in his room for like twenty minutes already, ‘gluing’ dinosaurs to the volcano model and he nor I weren’t saying much. I was just thinking I was in his room again… maybe I shouldn’t have accepted the invitation and come up with a better excuse… I mean, I tried but he insisted… I couldn’t stop staring at him… I mean, gorgeous Peter in his own bedroom, close to his bed, inviting me… sigh… ‘quit staring, he’s starting to look back, look to the project’ I was mentally kicking myself and failing miserably. I mean, every time I was looking er… staring, he would look back with those piercing blue eyes. “So, about what you told me…” he started the conversation I was afraid. He looked directly in my eyes, like, looking for words to continue. Wow, so deep, so blue eyes, so beautiful pink lips… would never be mine… mmm… it’s just that it hurts to be so close, and knowing he would feel disgusted if he knew what I was thinking… what a loser… and now a loser with watery eyes. I just don’t know whether the heartache or the self-pity felt worse. I tried to cover up, be silent and look back at the toy and the glue in my hands, but he could see it. “I’m a mess, I know, I’m so sorry, Peter…” I said as I tried to dry the tears on my face with the back of my hand. Wow, and that was a magical feeling, a happy-sad one, a dangerous and warm feeling. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders. It was too much, and I should, I don’t know, somehow admit I was sad as I couldn’t hide and I was crying silently, with my nose buried in his chest. He put my hand, lightly, on my neck and brought me closer to him. “Take your time.” he whispered. “I’m sorry.” I said, looking at him as I let go of the hug. “It’s just that… I know you’re straight and stuff… and I’d like you to know that I’m no sissy and… I try really hard… I’m not nearly as cool, nor pop, nor ‘natural’ like you, I have to run away to home, to study my ass out and I… I have to lie to the football team about… *blush* you know…and…” I was saying and taking my breath. Then, he lay on the ‘wrong ‘wrong side of the bed’, you know, with our feet on the floor and the small of our backs on the mattress, side by side, talking a lot. And I guess I was talking too much… but I didn’t have anyone else to talk about … all the stuff… in general, and I guess if Peter couldn’t be more than that, he could a good friend… the best *giggle* Peter’s straight but… it felt so intimate… after all it ain’t all about sex, right?! I was talking about mom… telling him how I always know, every night, when I’m outside or looking through the window, which star is mom looking back at me when I look at the sky. I felt my little finger touch his as we were lying side by side. As he’s straight, he instinctively took his hand away… but he’s so so considerate (so much it hurts a little because of that too), that he decided placing his hand back and ‘push’ his little finger close to mine. I know should put my hand away as the right thing to do, but I didn’t have the nerve… I mean, it was my moment with Peter… my new best friend and… I looked at my watch. “Damn it!” I said as I got up from bed in a jolt. “What’s it?” he said, sitting on the bed, startled. “I… I have an appointment and it’s been so cool being talking to you here, and you, you’re being so cool… well, you already know that, anyways… I’m late.” I said all too fast, running to the door. But I wasn’t crying… I was happy. I guess I already said that I think this happy-sad feeling is passion… or love… well, I don’t know. *** I was glad I lived close to school now, because I could put my guitar bag on my back and rush to school, that was only a few blocks away. I promised Mrs. Jenkins I would be part of the Christmas presentation as Toshiro was still sick. I mean, I’m not part of the music club but it was just while the guy was sick. “Chris, just in time!” Mrs. Jenkins greeted me with a smile. “I’m sorry I lost track of time.” I said, taking my breath, as I practically ran to arrive in time for the school presentation. There were lots of parents and relatives… and friends I guess… on the audience. I could be cool about the guys from the team not knowing I was here because they’d never show up in something like this. I particularly think it was a shame, as a cultural thing is so nice… to the soul, you know… but for now I was very glad they didn’t come. I don’t know why I always ‘scanned the audience’ with my eyes… dad wouldn’t be there, I mean, I didn’t tell about it to him… I… I didn’t want him to come… he never goes to the football season when I play… I gave up on looking for him in the audience… “So, people, the first song is ‘O holy night’”. Mrs. Jenkins announced and people cheered. They were not nearly as noisy as the football audience, but it made me a little nervous yet. I guess it was because it’s all new to me. It wasn’t really challenging to the first song, maybe for two or three more we barely rehearsed… but the first one was an easy ballad and the guitar basically only marked the tempo. ♪ ♫ O holy night the stars are brightly shining…
  13. Well, as you're following 'real time'... I was writing the next chapter as you finished reading it in here... you can check next chapter ; ) I'm internally laughing now as you were 'Chris hater number 1' and now is cheering for him! LOL I feel kinda proud of myself to cause such feelings in a few faithful readers. Cool! But, actually, I don't think Chris will be that sad like you said, will he? Love conquers all doesn't it?! Hugs and good night!
  14. December 17th, 2008, Wednesday It was already Wednesday, and as I already told you, I have almost all of my classes along with Chris… pestering Chris, annoying Chris… that lately turned into er… one of my best friends… so cute and charming when he wants to be, with that silk straight hair, eyes green like the sea on a cloudy day and sigh… lately he suddenly turned into a declined crush of mine! And, damn it, he didn’t show up to classes yesterday nor today… and I don’t even know if he skipped football practice too… oh yeah, I forgot to mention on the list of qualities and ‘weird displays of faith’ above, that Chris is part of the football team… yeah, a jock from the football team falling for me, instead of a hot girl… “what’s happening to this world?” like the old folks would say! The point is, I don’t know whether I think ‘it’s not my problem’ or ‘I’d better drop it not to lead him into false hopes’… I hope they’re false, I mean, he’s so hot… *giggle* I’m kidding, I’m kidding!! No, I’m worried about him, I mean, what if he’s sad because of me… I mean, it wouldn’t be reeeally because of me, it’s not like I ‘asked him to like me’… gee Peter, you already punched him on the face, be more considerate, it’s like you already have a ‘karmic debt’ with him… sigh… if I only knew punching him on the face would lead me to this, I’d never have punched him – mental note, Peter, never punch anyone, for any reason – but, really, I mean, it’s like I’m ‘his friend’ now and it all started with that punch. Okay, maybe just a quick call and as he lives on the other side of town he won’t feel like coming over nor lead the subject to anything like that, right?! “Hello, Chris?” ok, I called him, damn it. “Hi, Peter? What’s up?” he casually asked. Sigh… be sincere Peter, he was sincere with you “I’m calling because I’m worried about you. I didn’t see you at school yesterday nor today either…” I trailed off. “It’s just that I’ve been busy with… stuff, you know.” he replied. “Why don’t you come over for a while?” I invited him over. “Ah, I better not… besides… I’m busy with other stuff…” he said. “Please, don’t be like that, okay?... Please?” I sincerely asked him. There was a silent pause. “There’s the science project. We never glued the dinosaurs to the model, what do you say we finish it together?!” I insisted. “But was already presented on Monday…” he replied. “Yeah… but… but it would be good to have it glued so we can ‘save it for the future’, you know?!” I replied. I know it’s a horrible reply but, hey, that’s the best I came up with! “Okay.” he simply said. “Sweet! See you then, Chris?” I asked to be sure. “See you, bye.” he said. “See you.” I replied. “See you.” he replied. And with that I had to hang up the phone for us not to be repeating it *chuckle* Aaargh, I know I shouldn’t… I mean, I don’t know anything… it’s just that Chris is heartbroken and it’s about me… but he can’t tell it to his dumb very very stupid – sorry, but they are lol – “friends” if you can call that so “I’ll have to do”, you know. Does it make any sense?! Ah, besides, maybe it’s not all about me, I mean, he’s drop dead gorgeous, he’s at the football team, for Christ’s sake! He’s probably forgot about me, right?! I was thinking about it, lying spent on the living room sofa when the bell rang. ‘Mmm… who should it be?’ I thought as I went towards the door. “Chris?!” I said in surprise as I opened the door. “Hi.” he sheepishly replied. “How? How did you arrive so fast?” I inquired. “Ah, it’s just that dad was saying something about moving to a new house… to start over after mom… er… after the last sad events in my family… mmm… actually one me and him now, you know…” and he continued pointing to the house right in front of mine “and as that house across the street was for sale and it’s close to school… well, he bought it.” he simply put it like that. I mean, as far as I know people don’t ‘just buy’ houses or don’t ‘just move’… other than that, I did not see anyone carrying stuff here in the street, by the front door… ah, maybe it was because yesterday I was having a long mad sex session with Nick *blush* and wouldn’t see anything that could possibly happen. Anyway, no one moves so fast! “How come you moved so fast?!” I asked in disbelief. “Ah, dad hired some ‘specialized’ folks and other people to settle the stuff… actually I didn’t help, so I don’t really know, how…” he shrugged. “Why, do you feel like moving from here now that I live there?” he said, naively pointing to the street and his house across from it. “Noooo, it’s not that!” I quickly replied to his absurd conclusion! This kid is shocking me by the day… I mean, when he’s ‘casually at home’ dressed in a pair of white jeans to match his white waistcoat, looking almost like ‘an N’Sync’ boy… and I do know he didn’t have the time to ‘dress up’, because he was here like thirty seconds after I hang the phone! Gosh, Peter, stop staring! “So… can I come in… please?” he asked with questioning piercing green eyes. “Ah, sure.” I said and ushered him inside. *** We were in my room for like twenty minutes already, ‘gluing’ dinosaurs to the volcano model and he nor I weren’t saying much. Every time I looked at him he would avert his gaze back to the project on the desk. “So, about what you told me…” I tried to start the conversation. He looked directly in my eyes and I couldn’t find the words to continue… and his eyes got watery, really fast… damn it, I didn’t know what to do. He tried to cover up, be silent and look back at the toy and the glue in his hands, not to reply me… but a tear fell from his eye, I could see it. “I’m a mess, I know, I’m so sorry, Peter…” he said as he tried to dry the tears on his face with the back of his hand. I… I didn’t know what to do… the only thing I could think of is… if I were him I would like to have a hug… you know, I remember how it felt when you need a hug and can’t have one. I didn’t think further and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He was crying silently, with his nose buried in my chest. I put my hand, lightly, on his neck and brought him close. “Take your time.” I whispered. “I’m sorry.” he said, looking at me as he let go of the hug. “It’s just that… I know you’re straight and stuff… and I’d like you to know that I’m no sissy and… I try really hard… I’m not nearly as cool, nor pop, nor ‘natural’ like you, I have to run away to home, to study my ass out and I… I have to lie to the football team about… *blush* you know…and…” he was saying and taking his breath. Damn it, it was a lot of pressure going on that beautiful copper colored head! We were lying on the ‘wrong side of the bed’, you know, with our feet on the floor and the small of our backs on the mattress, side by side, talking a lot. Actually, he needed to talk a lot and I was trying to be a good listener, a good friend… “And well, with ‘mom issue’ I guess dad has never been the same again…” he was saying as he casually looked at his watch. “Damn it!” he said as he got up from bed in a jolt. “What’s it?” I said, sitting on the bed, startled. “I… I have an appointment and it’s been so cool being talking to you here, and you, you’re being so cool… well, you already know that, anyways… I’m late.” he said all of that in one breath. He hurried downstairs and I didn’t even have the time the proper time to open the door to him, but the important part is that I could see, at least, a small smile of his, on his face, to contrast with his sad expression when he first arrived!
  15. December 15th, 2008, Monday “Last school week, u-hul!” I was cheering as Nick and I were walking to my place, so we could ‘celebrate it, too’… you know, being horny teenagers, Nick is so addictive, his skin, his hair, his eyes, his perfect gaze, his perfect hair, his calmness, being enthusiastic at the same time, his sexy long legs, his sexy plain torso, his lips, not big, not thin, just right, and sooo kissable… We stopped at the bakery because Nick wanted to try this new sandwich the guys from his biology class were talking about, so when we arrived home we would go straight to the bedroom… because we had more time… “We have extra time… if you know what I mean.” I winked at him. “So let’s have a shower together.” “But it’s cooold today… no need for a shower right now.” Nick said grabbing me from behind and nibbling my earlobe. “Well, yeah, but I was thinking about a hot shower…” I winked again and grabbed him by the hand to the bathroom. I turned to hot spray on before stripping… as we were both under the spray, I started kissing Nick’s neck as the hot water sprayed over us. I was kissing his neck and washing his butt with soap and I could see he was hard, then we switched positions. “I think we should end the shower and go to bed, what do you say?” Nick said in my ear. I just nodded. In no time he was lying on the top of me as I faced him, in my bed and I noticed he was spreading my legs and making his way while kissing my cheek. “Hey, hon, I guess the lube is over.” I said and bit my lip. “I’ll take some hair conditioner, do you think that’s ok?” he said, already hard as a rock. “Yeah… I guess.” I replied. He applied some on his shaft and shivered. “Whoa, I’m gonna cum soon… you’re so damn sexy, Pete!” he commented. He applied some hair conditioner on my mmm… rear… lol… and tried to put his shaft there. “Slow down, slow down.” I said. “I stopped, what’s it hon?” he asked. “No, it’s nothing, go on…” I said. “Mmm… it’s hurting, it’s hurting…” I said and he stopped. “It was only the tip… however, I’ll take it off, k?” Nick said. I only nodded. We were both kneeling on the bed and I hugged him tight, his smell made me semi hard again, and he kept hard as a rock. I buried my face on his shoulder and started giving him small kisses. “I’m sorry.” I said above a whisper. He parted the hug and looked at me, deeply, with a small smile of his own. Ow, Nick’s so charming! “It’s ok, right?” he assured me. He lay on bed and said to me “It’s your turn, k?” with a wink. And that was a vision to see, his pale and flat torso, along with his longish hair all around his face, like a golden sunny frame. He directed his gaze upwards and put his hands above his head. He smirked at me. “Hold my wrists… please.” he finished with a wink. “I’ll take some hair conditioner.” I said. “No no, use spit… like they do on the movies.” he winked at me again. That talk was making me incredibly horny… After a few thrusts, I turned him on his knees and grabbed him, putting my hands on his abs. “Oh, Pete, please, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…” and he came while I was …er… doing him *blush* and in no time I erupted too, and collapsed on the top of him. *** “Oh, can’t you stay just a little more.” It was always like that by the door when Nick had to go. “I better get going.” he said and flashed that sexy smile of his. “Can’t you wait till your dad comes to pick you up?” I said. “Nope, not today.” he simply replied, never losing that smile of his. “But it’s only four o’clock…” I pointed out. “Yeah, but’s already getting dark…” he shrugged and hugged me tight, giving a ‘pat’ on the shoulder to finish it… as we were by the doorstep. So I had just me and the TV… and homework… but I’m no iron man, so it’s gonna be TV, right?! I heard the doorbell. “Oh, I guess Nick must’ve forgotten something!” “Ni… Chriis! Hiii.” I said to Chris, by my doorstep. “Er… hi.” he replied. There was a pause. ‘Invite the boy in, hurry’ mental note. “Oh, come in.” I ushered him inside. “Yeah, it’s kinda cold this evening…” he commented. “Do you want some juice?” I offered him. He ended up taking only a glass of water. “So…” we said at the same time. He took a deep breath. “So, you’re my friend, right?” Chris asked. “I’ll do my best.” I replied, kinda defensively. “So, I took some advice, I mean, I tried and I got some different replies…” he was talking way too fast, wasn’t making much sense and there was this butterflies in stomach feelings, a “good bad” one, but maybe mostly bad like in ‘anxious’, you know, I was starting to feel about the lead of this conversation. “I like this person…” he paused, I only ‘aham-ed’ and he continued “… and I want to tell him… them, ahem, him… that I guess I’m in love and… and…” ‘And?!’ OMG, and I was thinking ‘where is this conversation leading to?! “And it’s you, Peter!” he finished the sentence and continued. “Please, please, don’t hit me on the face again, okay?” he said with deep sad eyes. I could see he was kinda scary, like he got all the guts he had to come here to say this and… that was his limit, and he would fall apart at any moment. At that very moment he had that scared look, like someone who gets beaten by their father, you know. And damn it, that was his look to me. I had already hit him on the face and made his nose bleed, bad time… what a horrible person I felt… but the most important thing is, I had to say something back! And I couldn’t be as supportive as I’d like to and say everything out loud like in a pink world, because this is the real world, besides I couldn’t expose Nick! Think fast Peter, think fast… the problem is, when you think fast, it usually doesn’t come up with the best ideas! “Er… I’m straight. Yeah, that’s it, I’m straight.” I came up with. “Please, please, don’t hurt me!” he pleaded, with a pained expression, like someone who’s waiting to get hit. And I don’t know if, unintentionally, I’ve already hit him, in his heart, in a bad way… sigh. I took hold of his both hands, looked deep in his eyes. He was starting to shake “Look at me.” I said to the greenest gaze I’ve ever seen. “I’ll never hurt you… and… and… *deep breath* you can count on me for whatever you need, okay?” I said. “Ah, and don’t… don’t tell anyone at school, please.” he asked me. I could see he was more at easy about me that I obviously wouldn’t hit him – geez, I already did it, it wasn’t so obvious… I felt like a monster… I guess at some point I said it should’ve done some good to him getting hit, but I take it back or anything related that I said, I felt bad, regreted it. I could see he wasn’t looking into my eyes, he was saying that with a far away gaze, imaging the scenes of his douchebag friends hitting him… His eyes were shining even greener as they got really watery and the first tear fell. I felt like a monster. I pulled him into a tight hug, the tightest hug I’ve ever given to someone, it could suffocate him, or break a rib of his, but I could feel his shoulders not tensing up anymore. I felt him burying his face in my shoulder and inhaling. After one minute or two, he let go of the hug. “Thank you, I better get going.” he said, as he took his bag from the floor and was holding it with both hands, down, to his ankles level, alternating his gaze between me and the floor. “Alright.” I slowly replied. He made his own way to the door and I just heard the door closing. I was paralyzed. Maybe I shouldn’t have lied like that, maybe it wasn’t a good idea, but now I’ll have to be more careful with Nick, because no one can know about us…
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