DISCLAIMER: This is a story about two boys who fall in love. The relationship is real, although the names and locations have been changed for the sake of a good story- These two boys don't yet live together. They will one day, and when that day comes, I'll write more stories about it.. If you are offended by this material or if it is illegal in your area, don't read it. This is a work from the heart, and I sincerely hope you enjoy it. ~James ;)
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The end of the fourth and final period of school came to an end very slowly for the two boys; James had convinced Hunter to wait for him after school so they could talk some before his bus left. The two boys met at the large red metal-and-glass doors at the front of the school, Hunter's small frame seemingly shrinking farther from the incredible rush of very loud kids. James expertly picked him up in the middle of the chaos and supportively grabbed and massaged Hunter's shoulders from behind. Hunter spun around with a jolt, scared, but then nervously smiled when he saw it was just James. Hunter blushed, he'd really enjoyed the feeling of James' big, strong hands around him. To be honest, he wanted to feel it again. James, meanwhile, thought about how cute Hunter looked when his caramel cheeks blushed; also he wondered why Hunter was blushing.
"What are you doing this weekend?" asked James.
"I don't know..." Hunter said, looking towards the ground, blushing more and becoming fairly nervous.
"Well if you wanted, you could come over to my house. It'd be just us and my mom, she won't be much trouble. I have a nice sound system downstairs; you could bring some CD's." James said with hopeful tones.
"I don't know," said Hunter, stumbling with his words. "I guess maybe I'll ask my mom if maybe I can; maybe."
James giggled, "Okay Hunter, well your bus is here bud, its that one over there," he pointed, "have a good trip home, 'kay?" Hunter turned back to see James' hand wave a hearty goodbye, and once again caught the glimmer of his favorite smile.
"Did I just think about his smile like that?" Thought Hunter, "I'm in trouble."
Every day that week was the same, with James and Hunter hanging out as much as possible with one another. Gym became a real pleasure for both boys, they loved being active and more than that, while Hunter had chosen a locker away from the other boys, James came in last and chose one right next to Hunters.
"Do you mind if I take this one, bud?" James asked.
"No," said Hunter, "its okay."
"Great."
When Friday finally came, Hunter had gotten permission to go with James after school on a walk back to his house. When they reached the house James had a realization:
"Umm, Hunter?" He said.
"Yeah?"
"I don't have my key... how about would you mind if we uhh I don't know got an ice cream or something? There's a place right up the hill."'
"Ok." Came the reply.
They reached the little ice cream shop and Dallas, one of James' close friends who already knew his secret, gave Hunter and James a knowing glance.
"He's cute, dude." Dallas whispered in James' ear when he paid for the ice creams. "And I'm straight!"
"So is he, I think;" said James, "but I hope he'll at least be open to some fun... not sure though." Then, aloud, "Thanks for the ice cream, Dal."
The boys ate their ice cream over some more of their new-found favorite pastime- they found that they truly loved each other's conversation. The boys would talk and talk in every class, every spare second after school and in the halls- everywhere. They hadn't figured out that they both had AIM yet, but they would find out soon enough. After they were done, James said:
"Hey, I'll bet mom's home by now- finally we can get in!"
And get in they did- James' mom greeted him and his new friend with a smile, and handed each boy a chocolate-chip cookie fresh from the oven. She knew Hunter was going to come and wanted to impress her son's friend- a habit she had with all of his friends. James was sure happy about it, and he loved watching the younger boy's cheeks dimple as he enjoyed the simple boyish pleasure of a warm gooey cookie.
Eventually the boys had made their way to the basement floor. James' basement was finished out with carpeting and wallpaper, and he'd furnished it with a couch and large TV, surround sound and a PS3.
"My dad works for an electronics store." He'd always say whenever he was asked where he got all his stuff. "I swear we're not that rich."
The boys had a blast playing games and blasting music, James even jammed a little on his electric guitar at Hunter's request. The boy was awed at James' playing ability. Hunter found that he more and more wished he was more like James. He also wished more and more that James was gay. "Even if he is though," Hunter rationalized, "He wouldn't like me."
James meanwhile was thinking similar thoughts, he loved how Hunter talked and thought and walked and did, well, everything. He envied the deep, golden, gorgeous tan, the shorter body and smaller frame, but to his surprise he found that as he got to know Hunter, his carnal desires dissipated. James didn't feel so much that he wanted to screw around with Hunter as much as he felt that he wanted to be Hunter's boyfriend.
After several hours of playing, the sun had gone down and the clock had wound late. Hunter's mom called James' with a request, that Hunter stay the night because she couldn't get off of work- someone had called in sick. Hunter said he was okay with it, and James just grinned from ear to ear before saying:
"I'll go fix up my room some, that way he can go in there, haha."
Hunter smiled, thanked James' mom, and the two had a short, relatively pointless conversation for the few minutes James was gone. James returned, finally, and asked Hunter:
"So do you wanna see my room?"
"Sure."
James was happy that Hunter was becoming less shy; he loved when he got to hear the sound of Hunter's voice. The boys made their way to James' room, and Hunter's eyes lit up when he saw everything- sports posters, signed memorabilia, a big fluffy comforter with the Texas flag, James' home state, and also some pictures and items around from what appeared to be NASA space launches.
"I love this stuff," James said, "I used to live near NASA, that place really fascinates me. I always wonder what's out there." He finished, mentally drifting a little bit. "I'm kinda tired, are you?" James asked.
"Yeah." Hunter was getting shy again.
"Well I don't know about you, but I normally sleep in boxers. That okay for you, too?"
"Yeah, but I wear briefs."
"That's okay," James said, "I'm wearing boxer-briefs today anyway. No biggie."
Hunter disagreed. He noticed the large-looking cock in James' boxer-briefs when he shucked down his jeans. He also noticed it was getting hard, but didn't say anything. James hopped into bed while Hunter fiddled with his own jean shorts. He then snuggled in next to James in the queen size bed as James wrapped his arm comfortingly around Hunter's neck.
"You know I really like you Hunter..." he started to say, slightly nervously.
"I... like you too."
James decided, after hearing that angelic voice and watching those perfect red lips moving, that he should go for it. James' heart almost stopped when he felt the velvety lips of the young boy touch his, and he received another shock again when Hunter's tongue teased his own after prying his lips open, just for a moment before breaking off. Both boys looked at each other in pleasant shock, then James rolled and hugged the younger boy, whispering in his ear:
"Thank you Hunter."