*********************************************************** Hello all, my name is Sage. This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. That doesn't mean that I don't want you guys to be honest. If I am going to get any better at doing this, I want totally honest opinions on my work.
This is an erotic story, with descriptions of sex between 2 males. If this type of story offends you, please leave and ask yourself the question, why where you here in the first place? If it is illegal for you to read these types of stories where you live, or you are to young to read these stories, then you should really leave. But if you have read this much, then you are not going to leave, so enjoy the story. ***********************************************************
Chapter 1: Those Eyes.
I think the first thing that I noticed about him was his eyes. Dark and mysterious. They seemed to look right through you when he looked at you. The smile that accompanied those eyes is just unfair. He was (and is) quite simply the most beautiful boy that I have ever seen.
Oh, my name....maybe I should introduce myself....my name is Sage. I am (or at least at the time of the story) 16 years old. I am about 5'10" tall. I have a little afro. I have skin like caramel, thanks to my father who is afro-american, and hazel eyes, thanks to my mother who is Irish.
I have never considered myself gay in the past. I have had thoughts of other guys in the past. Like how did I size up with what I was carrying as to what they were carrying. I checked out some of the guys in the showers, but I caught some of the other guys doing the same to me also, so I guess that was normal. But the moment that I saw Albert, and the moment that he looked at me and said hello, I knew that I had to meet him, and that my attraction toward him wasn't just checking out the competition.
It happened the first day of school during my junior sophomore year ( I started school kinda late). I was in my homeroom, just sitting there waiting for 1st period.
"Excuse me..is this seat taken?"
When I looked up to see who was talking to me.....it happened then....WHAM!!!
I saw the most beautiful eyes attached to a beautiful smile looking down at me. I couldn't talk, or take my eyes from his. The only thing I could muster that could have been taken as a answer was a shake of the head.
"Hi, my name's Albert.." he said as he sat down, extending his hand out.
When I took his hand in mine, I swear I felt a shiver go through my whole body. His hands where so soft, and they were damp.
"ummm...." was the only thing that I could say.
"What's the matter?.....forgot your name" he said while smiling at me.
"ummm...no...it's Sage"
"Cool Sage...nice to meet you." I could have sworn that I heard him breath a little sigh.
Well through out homeroom I found out a little information about him. His name is Albert Martinez. He just moved to town from Miami. He lives with his father down by the factories. The whole time I swear, that I could do nothing but look into those eyes, and say stupid things like..."wow", or "really what was that like".
We talked for the rest of homeroom (actually he did most of the talking).
RRRIIINNNGGG!!!!
"Well I guess it's time for us to go to class?"
"yeah...I guess so"
"Look Sage, I was wondering if you could show me around town this afternoon after school....that is unless you have other plans?"
"Sure....I guess..."
He seemed to just beam that smile at me again...damn he loved showing off that smile of his!
"Good, I thought you were going to say no...meet you back here after the final bell?"
"That's cool.."
"Seeya man..."
I walked out the room and watched him walk down the hall. A cute butt to match that incredible smile and those eyes of his. The way that he looked. His thin frame. (Let me describe Albert for you guys. He stands about the same as me at 5"11". He weighs about 140 lbs. He's thinner than me...I weigh 170 lbs. and no I am not fat. He has a thin body with a nice little butt. A thin, but not too thin chiselled face. He always wears baggy clothes. So you can't tell what kind of body he has by just looking at him.)
As I looked at him, he just turned around and smiled at me and walked off.
For the rest of the day I could think of nothing else but him. At first I was thinking just how wonderful he was....how soft his hands were. His eyes...the dark shade of them and the way they seemed to look right through you as he talked to you. The way that he smiled. The smell of him. Then I started to get worried. I never saw a guy quite like this before. I know as I said earlier, that I didn't look at guys as a sexually object or for love. I thought it was wrong..(all of that good old fashioned Catholic and Baptist church upbringing that I went through). But I could not deny it. I liked Albert....a lot. I went through the whole day and I didn't have him in any of my classes. I saw him when I was going to my 6th period class, but I decided against going over to talk to him. The final bell rang. I almost didn't go to the meeting spot....saying to myself that I couldn't like this guy. As I rounded the corner heading to my homeroom, I saw him standing there just waiting. He wasn't talking to anyone, just standing there. Just waiting. I thought he looked incredible with his jeans and shirt looking like he could fit about 2 of him in his clothes. As I approached him, he saw me and smiled.
"I thought that you weren't going to show!"
"Nah, Ms. Anderson wanted to keep the class a little later...you ready?"
"Sure"
We walked out of the building to my car...if you wanted to call it that. It was actually my older brother's (Eric's his name). He sold it to me for $200. It was a beat up old 1979 Pontiac Bonniville. It was old, but it was clean and the engine ran really well. I just called it a piece of junk because it was just about as old as me.
Well anyway, we drove around town. I really was starting to enjoy talking to Albert. As I got more comfortable talking to him, I opened up a little about myself. I told him that I was the baby of my family. How my mom had divorced my brother's father, a drunk, and about 5 years later had a baby with her afro-american boyfriend, my dad Reggie. My brother is actually my half brother, but he never treated me like that. I was always first in his eyes...or at least that's what he said. My dad left my mom while I was still in the crib, and I have never seen him. My brother is now finishing up his last year at college in California, where he and his girlfriend live. They are getting married after graduation. They have a little boy togehter already. Jason.
I found out that Albert's parents got divorced when he was 6, and that he was 1 out of 7 kids. He said that he moved in with his dad, because in Miami, he had no privacy, and his older siblings always decided that he was there own personal punching bag. He would fight back, but it always seemed that his mom would take there side. Then his mom got remarried. He said that why would someone marry a woman with 6 kids was beyond him, but his mom just said that one of them would have to go the live with his dad. He said that he jumped at the chance to leave. His mom did cry when he left, but his other brothers and sisters seemed to be kinda happy that he was leaving.
He said that this didn't surprise him, since he thought that they hated his guts anyway. He said he's been living here for about 2 months so far. After all was said and done both of us just said wow, and agreed that there was a lot of drama involved with our lives so far.
"Sage....don't you have any friends?"
"Sure...I got 2 friends...Curt, and John."
"Where are they...I would like to meet all your friends and stuff...my dad has a pretty big place, and I was hoping that we could all hang out.."
"Well John is still out of town on vacation till next week, and Curt is sick..so I don't think that we will be hanging just yet."
"Oh...." We both just kinda paused right there. He started looking out the window. I saw him bite his lip...
"Well maybe you would like to come by and hang for a little while... or do you have something else planned for today?"
"That would be cool...I hope you got some food, I am really hungry"
"Sure, my dad should be home now anyway...he's a really good cook....say have you ever had spanish food?"
"No, not really"
"Cool...you'll love it."
We drove to his house. I was kinda surprised...he lived only about 5 blocks away from where I lived.
When I commented on how close we lived he just smiled and said "Really..."
I got to meet his dad, Julio...and he was right about both things...his dad was a really good cook, and I did love the spanish food. Rice and Beans with beef, and a salad on the side. What he didn't tell me is that his father was such a nice guy. They lived in a large loft. It was nicely furnished and the walls were decorated with all types of clay statues.
When we were done eating, Julio did the dishes while me and Albert looked over the apartment. He showed me a picture his whole family when his father and his mother were still married, and one of them that was taken just this year. All of his brothers were huge....his sister's were really tall also.
"That's the Martinez clan..."
"Big family...wow..."
"I always wanted a big family....and I got one...just never thought that I would end up divorced..." Julio said as he came up behind us drying his hands.
"Albert..could you go and get the photo album for me...I want to show your friend pictures of you and your brothers and sisters when you where all young."
"Come on dad...those pictures are embarrassing...please don't show them.."
"Come on Al...they aren't that bad."
As Albert went to go and get the photo album, his dad leaned in and whispered to me..
"I don't blame him...I wouldn't want to show any of those pictures to my friends either"
We both got a good chuckle out of that one. The pictures weren't that bad...it had some really cute pictures of Albert when he was a kid. One really funny one of when he was about 12 years old and they took a picture of him in the shower naked as a jaybird...and hard as steel. My jaw just dropped...Albert turned a deep shade of red, and his father just chuckled. The last page of the photo book had a really old picture in it. One of an old couple. They looked to be about 110 (the mind of a child right)
These are Alberts grandparents...my mother and father, Maria and Jose Martinez. The funny thing about that old picture...is I would not have ever paid any attention to is if it were for the fact the in the eyes of the old woman I saw a strength. It showed in her eyes. I mean even in the old picture, in the eyes of an aged woman, she had the eyes that looked like they could just hold your attention by themselves without her ever saying a word. Albert had her eyes. I just couldn't stop staring at the picture.
As Albert closed the photo book, he just smiled at me. Well Sage it's been fun, but I gotta get out of here. I need to get ready to go to work. That's when I looked at what time it was... 9:00pm. I decided that I had better get home, since I haven't been home since I left for school this morning.
"Well, I gotta go home..."
"See you tomorrow...I had fun...thanks.."
"Sure no problem...see ya tomorrow"
As I was walking out the house, Juilo came out with me in an old pair of jeans and a flanel shirt.
We walked down the stairs and he asked me if I needed a lift. I told him I had my car downstairs.
"Her eyes...."
"Excuse me...."
"Her eyes...they could always hold a person...my dad said that the reason that he fell in love with her. Everyone says that Albert has those eyes, and they are right."
"I know"
Julio just nodded and walked to his car. As I drove off, I could think of nothing more than the strange day that I just had with Albert. I don't know if was just me, but I just seemed to connect with him. He seemed so caring, so real. He said all the right things at the right times. He talked when was hopelessly lost in his eyes, and just smiled when I was so unsure about how I felt about him. It was so perfect, that if scared me.....but not to the fact that I would be excited to see him the next day. I jerked off to the images that my mind made of him from the pictures that I saw in the album. Him with no shirt on, him in the shower naked, and with a hard on. How impressed I was that a boy his age would have. What and how big he would be like now. Hell I even dreamed of him when I went to sleep that night. It was definitely a sign telling me something. But what?
Chapter 2: Discovering Truths.
It was really weird, but the whole night the only thing that I dreamed of was Albert. His soft smile, his eyes. I woke up the next morning hard as a rock. I jerked off once again and took a shower. When I came down stairs I saw my mom at the kitchen table, drinking her coffee and reading the paper.
"Where were you last night?"
"I went by a friends house yesterday.."
"I called Curt's, Lori said she hadn't seen you."
"I was by my Albert's place."
My mom looked at me kinda puzzled. Before she could even ask the question I answered it for her.
"A new kid in school...just met him yesterday...showed him around town."
"Oh...but in the future Sage...I would like it if you would call and tell me if you are going to be late coming home from school from now on okay?"
"Sure thing mom....gotta run...gonna be late bye!"
With a quick peck on the cheek, I ran out the door to my car. I came to a screeching halt when I saw Albert looking at me smiling.
"Thought I would catch a ride with you to school if you don't mind..."
I just smiled at him...
"What if I were to say no???"
"Then I gues you would have a problem on your hands..."
"Like what kind of problem???"
"Then we couldn't be friends..."
"What makes you think that we will be friends?"
"It's destined to be my friend...there is nothing you or me can do about it....accept fate."
I just chuckled at him and unlocked my door and let him in.
"You know that sometimes you can be such a goofball!"
"Yeah, but you know that you love it."
Even though the whole conversation was made while joking, the words that Albert spoke told me it was gonna be another day of him saying just the right things at the right times to keep me totally infatuated with him for the rest of the day. The rest of week went by with me and Albert getting to know each other better. The really personal stuff. Like how many girlfriends we have or have had. If we have had sex with anyone, and how many times. I could have lied and told him a lie, but I told him the truth, I have never had a real girlfriend. But one time me and Becky Thomas did it in the basement of her house one time. He asked me how was it. I could just tell him that it wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. I mean it was fun, just not the experience that I had heard my friends talking about. But they could have been just lying to make themselves look like they had done something that they had not. Friday rolled around and I ate dinner at Albert's house for the 4th time this week, (we ate dinner at my house on Wednesday). Me and Albert and been hanging out every day since the day that I had meet him. I found everything that this boy spoke, kept me wanting to know more about him. Well Friday rolled around, and Albert's dad said that he would be working a double shift tonight, and Saturday night, and that it would be a good idea if Albert spent the night at my place or I came here to spend the night. We both said here...(you see Albert's dad owned this great stero system that jus blew our out of the water. I went back home and asked my mom. She said it was okay as long as I left a number to get in touch with me if she needed to.
"Have fun, and see you on Sunday..."
"okay mom.."
"oh, and Sage...try and behave"
"okay mom..."
So the weekend was set. By the time I left Julio was on his way out the door and Albert was in his room.
"See you guys tomorrow at about 1 or so tomorrow"
We both waved bye and went into the loft.
"So what do you want to do first?"
"What'ca got...."
"I rented 2 movies T2 and Seven....then there's the video game."
"Let's go to the arcade at the mall for a little while to waste some time."
"Cool"
So we pilled into my car and went to the mall. It was really weird. I played him in every fighting game in the arcade, and was holding my own until a little innocent touch, or our hips would touch. Each touch was sending those same little shocks right through my whole body, and it seemed that everything stopped right there. I was always awoken from my little trance by him chuckling and telling me how much I sucked. After about an hour and about 100 boners, I suggested that we get back to his place. We dropped by MacDonald's for a late night snack and right back to his loft.
We started to watch Seven first. About half way through the movie, I just saw him adjust himself. I let my gaze go up his long thin fingers.....up his thin, but muscular forarm. Up the baggy shirt that was resting on his chest truly hinting a tight hard body underneth the oversized garment. I let my gaze come up to his beautiful face. I just looked at him. I don't even know how long I was staring at him. I just couldn't believe how beautiful he really was. I don't know what it is. I have never felt like this toward anyone before. Especially a boy. But this was no ordinary boy. This was a beautiful creature sent from heaven for me. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I tried my damn best to deny it. Tell myself that we are both boys....I can't feel this about Albert. My friend. I din't feel this way toward any of my other friends, why him. Then I smelled him again. He didn't smell of calonge. Just a natural clean scent. Baby lotion. He used baby lotion. It drove me wild. I was harder than I had ever been. I looked at his face as he breathed with a open mouth. His long thick lashes closing and opening. Everything was in slow motion. My heart was beating so hard I thought that for sure he would hear it over the movie.
I only relised just how close I was to him. I looked down at his chest again. You could really tell that he was breathing hard now. The extra large shirt couldn't hide that, nor could his jeans hide the tent that had formed in his pants. I instinctivly began to move and put a little distance between me and Albert.
I don't know what the hell is going on. What is wrong with me? Then next to me I heard Albert whisper something.
"you don't have to move away......"
I just looked at him....
"It felt kinda....." He started to say. I moved a little closer to him and asked him....
"It felt like what...."
"it felt kinda nice..." he said to me as he looked right into my eyes with those eyes of his. He saw right through me. With that look that he gave me there he could have told me to commet murder and I would have done it willingly. Just staring into those eyes then I felft my lips touch his. At that instant I felt the same chill over my whole body...only this time it was about 10 thousand times what I felt with his touch. His lips were so soft and moiste. He tasted so good. We both pulled away at the same time and just said "Wow"
We stared at each other......
"What was......"I started...
"I don't know......" he answered before the question was asked.
We stared at each other for a while longer...and then I just spoke from the heart and stopped thinking and analyzing everything....
"But....I kinda liked it....."
"Me too....." he whispered. We just started to kiss again. Slow and long. I started to stick my tongue in his mouth...(a trick I learned from kissing Becky Thomas). He started to moan and mimick what I did.
We sat there kissing for I don't know how long. Tongues exploring each other's mouths'. I started to lean him down on the couch. My hands all over his body. I felt his frame was indeed thing under all of the oversized clothing that he always wore, but he was really strong and firm undernth it all.
We broke the kiss again. Me laying on top of him with my hardness grinding into his. He just looked at me, and smiled.
"What now..." he asked..
"I don't know....I've never done anything like this before..."
"neither have I."
I just smiled at him.
"Let's go to my bedroom...and find out together..."
We both got up from the couch and went to his bedroom. Him leading by my hand. His soft hands....that were sweating again......wow, he really has a cute butt. (to be continued?????) *********************************************************** I hope that you liked the story. Writing it definately reminded me of Albert. Please, all comments good or bad email me and tell me what you think about the story. Thanks for reading it. God Bless you all.