___________________________________________________________________________ Warning: If you don't tolerate or approve of the gay lifestyle please leave now.
This is pure fiction. No one in this story is a real person, living or deceased. Any similarities is just a coincidence. ___________________________________________________________________________
I Shall Believe Chapter 2
"Not bad Mr. Brody. 94." Ivan took the paper from his teacher. It turned out he could take the extra test during his free time. To Ivan, the best free time to waste was lunch. With only a few minutes left to eat, he took his lunch from the cafeteria courtesy of the Free Lunch Program. As he headed for the oak tree, he noticed someone sitting on his spot. As he came nearer, he recognized the student was Jesse. Ivan stood still in front of the boy.
"Oh man, you shouldn't have. We're cool." Jesse smiled at him.
"Shouldn't have what?" Ivan furrowed his eyebrows, still not moving.
"Oh c'mon. You came over here looking all serious. It's okay, dude. You don't have to apologize. I forgive you." He tapped the ground beside him. "Sit down. Isn't my spot sweet? You could see what everyone's up to from here."
Ivan scoffed. "I'm sorry. I totally stopped listening after you said `dude'." Jesse chuckled to that.
"Dude, I said I forgive you and you could share this spot with me."
Ivan crouched down to face the other boy. "Okay, dude." He emphasized the last word. "First of all, I didn't ask you to forgive me and second, this is my spot!" He pushed him off balance.
Jesse reposition himself to sit with his legs crossed. "Okay. Whatever you say." It grew quiet and the only sound heard was the distant chattering of the students. "You're really not going to apologize to me?" Ivan just kept on chewing. "Fine, dude. I'll just take the chewing as a yes." The boy kept talking and commenting on trivial things.
After he finished his lunch, Ivan stood up without a word and walked towards his next class which Alex shared with him. He went on his usual seat at the front and tried to focus on the lecture. Focus was not usually his problem but it was so hard with someone poking his shoulder with a pen. "What do you want?" He whispered harshly.
"My friend, Ivan. I want him back." Alex replied softly. Ivan ignored her for the rest of the period as well as her constant poking on every body part she could reach without being caught by the teacher.
After all his class, he managed to stay away from both Alex and Michael. He went to the school library to check if the student assistant job was still open. It was already taken but Mrs. Iversen, the librarian, told Ivan that if the position opens up, he'll be the first one to know. After thanking her, he left. On his way to the door, he saw Michael walking into the library. He stopped to turn and went to the stacks. He pretended to be searching
for a book so that he would blend in with the scene. It's not like Michael was specifically looking for him in the library. He was probably there looking for a book. Michael Gilner reading a book. That's a funny image right there, he thought.
"There you are. I'm so glad I found you." Michael came towards him.
Ivan took a book and flipped through the pages. "Funny. I was going to say the exact opposite."
"Look I've been looking everywhere for you. I need your help." On the corner of his eye, Ivan looked at him to see if he really was serious as he sounded. His blue eyes looked so dull from tiredness and he seemed so nervous. So vulnerable. That made him worry. Surely he wouldn't just ask Ivan for help if it wasn't a big deal especially after everything that had happened.
Everything that had happened, his own thoughts echoed in his mind. "You're better off without that little fag always following you around." He shook the memory out of his head. He closed the book and put it back to its place. "You need help? Go ask your friends."
Michael winced. "They can't help me. Not with this." He took a deep breath and continued, "I'm failing and coach won't let me play if I don't get my grades up."
Ivan finally faced him. "Then go ask some nerd or better yet, why don't you just go to the tutoring center?"
"You know I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Okay then." Ivan turned to leave but Michael grabbed his arm.
"Fine. Because they'll make fun of me. They're going to see that this big bad ass sports star that they look up to is nothing but a dumb jock." His eyes were so filled with emotions that Ivan couldn't stand to look at them. So instead, Ivan looked at his grip where his arm was now starting to hurt.
Realizing the tightness of his grip, Michael finally let his arm go. "I'm sorry." Michael avoided looking at his former best friend.
Ivan wanted to reach out to him, to stroke his arm. He wanted to tell Michael that he was not nothing but a dumb jock because to him, he was everything. Ivan wanted to just let it all go and help him. He was his best friend after all. But they haven't been even friends for almost a year now. And if he did decide to help Michael, where does it leave them? Friends? Best friends? Would it mean that everything that had happened last year was all forgiven and forgotten? That it was okay the way they all treated him? But his former best friend needed him now, almost begging. "Michael..." He started.
"No. It's okay. I get it. I haven't been there for you in a really long time and it's very unfair of me to just think that you'll be here to help me now." He paused to swallow. "I'm sorry Ivan, really, for all of it. I just thought that..." He caught himself and tried to muster a smile. "I'm such a dork. I'm sorry. It doesn't matter what I think." With that, Michael left leaving Ivan alone wondering why his heart felt heavier.
Ivan took a deep breath and tried to gather himself. He still had to look for a job so he left the school and drove his bike. This was his last option for a decent job.
"Hey there pumpkin." The small woman behind the counter greeted him.
"Hi," was Ivan's meek reply.
"Do you need anything? You hungry?" She left him and went to the coffee machine a few feet behind her. "I have to be honest. I'm surprised to see you here." She poured coffee into a white cup. "I mean, you haven't answered any of my calls and every time I went by your house, the door's always locked." She walked back to the counter and put the cup in front of Ivan. He just stared at it.
She put a small plate with muffins beside the cup of coffee. "Don't try to pretend like I don't know you. Sip. Coffee afternoons, you got that from your mother."
He tried to ignore the sadness that slowly crept into him upon the mention of his mother. "Thanks, Jean." He put some creamer and sugar in the coffee. "And I'm sorry. I've been kinda busy." She just nodded and watched him as he drank from his cup.
"So what are you here for?" Ivan sipped a few more as he thought of how to say it.
He briefly met her gaze then dropped his eyes to his cup. "I need your help looking for a job." He sipped again.
"Okay." She paused to think. "Tell you what." She leaned on the counter, closer to him. "Finish that coffee and wear one of those," she points to the aprons hanging beside the door to the kitchen. "You can start by cleaning the tables." Ivan stared at her. "Don't look so surprised. You are my godson after all!" She patted his cheek.
As he worked through the rest of the day, Jean explained how things were done in the diner. She taught him about the register but mostly she just let him wait on tables and clean them up afterwards. Ivan hanged his apron and was ready to leave when his godmother called him. "You did a decent work here today."
"Thanks. It's not that hard anyway."
She took a plate from the dispenser and said, "Well it sure is easier than being broke." She smiled. "Grab a plate, pumpkin. Stay here for dinner."
After dinner, Ivan insisted to help Jean lock up the diner but she wouldn't hear any of it. She said he needs to do his home work or else his mother might haunt her for it. He laughed at the image of her mother trying to be scary to frighten her best friend. "Oh and drop by early tomorrow morning for breakfast!" She called after him.
It was a beautiful night for Ivan so he decided to pedal his bike in a leisurely pace. His thoughts went back to the events in the library that afternoon. It was so strange to him. The Michael he talked to was the boy he grew up with. The Michael he had known forever. He knew that his friend was still in there somewhere but things were different now. Their priorities had changed and their interests are now almost opposites. Somewhere along the way, he knew that this would happen. They would grow apart. maybe the incident last year was the final straw. Then there's Alex. Alex was Ivan's friend first. Then she slowly drifted off closer to Michael. Ivan could tell there was a growing attraction between the two. He couldn't really blame Alex though. It's impossible not to be attracted to someone like Michael Gilner. Every school at least had one guy like him. The guy who everyone falls in love with.
Both of his best friends were asking for his forgiveness now. Ivan knew he could forgive them. He knew it in his heart. But what about everything that he's been through? What about all the pain they cost him, all those moments when everyone avoided him like the plague, and those times when he needed someone and no one was there for him? He couldn't just let it all go. Didn't those things mean anything?
Breaking him from his deep thought, he heard someone whispering in an alley. But it wasn't the hushed conversations that made him stop,
it was the moans in between them. He put down the stand of his bike a few feet ahead and slowly stepped near the alley. He slowly peeked into the dark alley. It grew silent. Did they see him? As if to answer his question, he heard a sound of something unzipping. He let his eyes adjust to the darkness. Soon, the alley was filled again with a hushed conversation. But there were no words exchanged. Just humming and moaning. He could now see the dark figures a few meters away from him. One was kneeling in front of the other as his head kept bobbing up and down on the other's crotch. It finally dawned on Ivan. It was giving the other figure a blow job! Ivan himself was now getting hard.
"Yeah. Lick the head." The other whispered. He could only imagine what that felt like. Then he wondered what it feels like doing it to someone. He read a lot about it online but never really tried it himself. He used to dream of doing it to a particular someone. But that someone didn't matter anymore. Perhaps he should just find another someone that would matter. Someone who really cares. His thoughts were distracted by louder moans coming from the boy who was being sucked. "Dude, I'm gonna cum." He said forgetting to lower his voice. The boy grunted as he released into the other's mouth. Realizing that they might come out of the alley soon, Ivan rode his bike and pedaled fast.
Ivan walked fast into their house. He closed the door, ran to his room and dropped his pants. He held his cock and stroked it slowly. It didn't even go soft during the short trip home. He recalled the shadows in the alley. A pearl of precum formed at the tip of his cock. He stroke it more and soon his dick was dripping. He smeared his precum all over the head and then started pumping on his hand. He heard the boy's words in his head, almost as if he was whispering in his ears. "Dude, I'm gonna cum." It took only a few pumps before Ivan grunted and released his load. He lay on his bed, panting. After a few minutes, he not only caught his breath but also on the fact that the voice was familiar to him.
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