Author's Note: This is a a work of fiction. Any similarities to people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is not a quickie sex story. So if you are looking to just get your rocks off, look elsewhere. This is a story that expresses the love between two teenage boys. Yes, there will be sex, but not for a while.
If it is illegal to read this in your state, or you are not of age, just go away. If you are offended by homosexuality, why are you here. For the rest of you guys and girls, enjoy the story.
This is my first attempt at writing a gay love story. I hope it meets with your approval. Please forgive any minor grammatical errors. I proofread this myself, but I probably missed a few errors. Please, let me know what you think at gibsongirl101@hotmail.com Thanks!
Chris
It was a beautiful day, the sun was streaming in through my bedroom window, the birds were chirping merrily, there was not a cloud in the sky and all I wanted to do was lie in bed, with my head under the covers, and cry. Looking back over the events of the last week, I was still amazed at the sudden, 180-degree turn my life had taken. I still didn't know how I had gone from one of the most popular and looked up to guys in school, to one of the most hated. Even my so-called friends on the football team could no longer look me in the eye. And my parents, well I no longer had any seeing as they had all but disowned me. Let me tell you a bit about myself. I am an 18-year-old native of Texas, who grew up in what would have been called a one-horse town, if this were the 19th century. I am six feet, two inches tall, weigh about 190 pounds, all muscle, not fat. I am in excellent shape from being both the quarterback of the football team, and the captain of the track team. I have short brown hair, with golden streaks, and baby blue eyes. I don't want to sound conceited, but I am extremely good-looking. I get very good grades, had hordes of friends, girls throwing themselves at me left and right, parents who adored me, and a town that worshipped me. But now that was all gone, just because of a vicious rumor, that even if true, didn't change who I was. A rumor that had only been spread because I did what I knew was right, and stood up for my best friend. Personally, I thought that it was the best thing I had ever done. All I had done was to protect my best friend from prejudiced bigots. Everyone, my parents, my teachers, people on television, are always telling me to stand up for equality, for freedom, and not to judge what I do not understand. But when I do exactly that, the same people who taught me to be open-minded ostracize me. IT was all just so unfair and hypocritical that I wanted to scream, at the least. Now I was mad, and I wanted to get up and take the world by storm! I wanted to shove people's hypocrisy in their faces. I forgot about my own misery, and now wanted everyone else in the community who had turned against me to be miserable too. I know, it was a juvenile reaction, but that's how I felt. The ringing of the phone pulled me back from my visions of justice. I considered just letting it ring, but then I decided that I couldn't hide from reality forever. "Hello?" I said, answering the phone. "It's me." "Oh. Hi." "Hi." There was a long pause and then he said, "Are you ok?" "What do you think?" "I think that you are mad at me." I sighed and said, "Eric, I am NOT mad at you. It's the whole fucking situation!" "I know. I'm sorry." "Eric, why are you sorry? You did nothing wrong. It's all the other pricks in this town who should be sorry." "I know. But if not for me, you wouldn't be in this situation." "Eric it's NOT your fault!" "If you had never befriended me, then the town wouldn't have turned on you." "Eric, you are without a doubt the best friend I could ever hope for. You are caring, funny, and intelligent. Which is a lot more than I can say for a lot of people in this town." I heard Chris sniffling on the other end of the line. "Eric, listen to me, ok?" "Ok." "You are not the problem. You are a wonderful person. It is everyone else who is the problem." "Do you really mean that Chris?" "Of course I do little buddy," I said in my Skipper voice. I was relived when Eric laughed quietly, as I had meant him to. "I'm glad. I really do appreciate what you did for me on Tuesday. You didn't have to you know." I closed my eyes and once again relived the sight of my best friend getting the shit beat out of him by three guys who were each at least 3'' taller and 50 pounds heavier than he. "Eric, what kind of friend would I be if I hadn't helped you?" "A smart one." I laughed, but quickly grew serious. "Eric, buddy, if I hadn't stepped in, you'd probably be in hospital today." "I know, but it ruined your life." "Eric, stop it ok? You are my BEST FRIEND. I would do anything for you. Especially stop three guys from kicking your scrawny ass." I heard Eric sigh as he said, "Thanks, Chris." "Do you want to come over?" "Do you think that would be a good idea? Wouldn't your parents mind?" "They are at work. And even if they were here, I wouldn't care." "Ok then, I'll be over in an half hour." "See you then, buddy." "Bye, Chris." "Bye, Eric." Eric hung up and I headed for the shower. Maybe I should explain about Eric now. He is 18, like me, but moved to Texas about a year ago from Chicago. He is a fabulous dancer, and sings like an angel. When he moved here a year ago, he had some trouble making friends. He was, and is, very shy and reserved. I felt sorry for him, so I kind of took him under my wing. At first it was just a pity-project, but soon I uncovered the Eric underneath, who is funny, intelligent, and sensitive. WE soon became practically inseparable. What I didn't find out until about a month ago was that Eric was gay. It didn't matter to me in the least; he was still the same old Eric that I'd known all along. Somehow though, the rest of the school had found out and started to make Eric's life a living Hell. Then, two days ago, I had come upon three huge guys trying to beat the shit out of him. I had quickly pulled the creeps off Eric, and threatened them with retaliation if they ever came near Eric again. It wasn't until the next day, until I realized that the guys had labeled me too as a homosexual. At first I wasn't positive that no one would pay any attention to the rumors. But I soon noticed the stares, and whispers as I walked past. Again, I wasn't concerned, as I often drew attention to myself, especially around State Championship time. But at lunch, I realized that people now believed that Eric and I were lovers, and tjay's why I had saved him the day before. I was shocked and hurt, to say the least, especially when my other best friend, and Blood Brother, couldn't even look me in the eye. I could have handled everyone else, but when Kyle turned from me, something inside broke. Maybe for good. I closed my eyes from the pain of remembering the disgust in Kyle's eyes, and suddenly, I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I sat down in the toilet seat, and just let the floodgates open. I didn't even hear the bathroom door open, and Eric come in. I was too wrapped up in my pain that I didn't notice that Eric had crossed the bathroom to me, and now had his strong arms wrapped around me. I didn't pull away, but leaned into him comforting embrace more. I let Eric offer me the support and love that should have come from my parents. I didn't care that I was naked, and Eric was gay. I needed the contact his arms provided for me. When he leaned in and touched his lips to mine, I let it happen. It felt so good, and so right, that, wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed him back. Eric suddenly pulled away, and stared into my arms. Then he ran from the bathroom, and before I could gather myself to go after him, I heard his car start up and he drove away. I didn't know what to think. Was I gay? Was that why kissing Eric had felt so right, so natural. I sat in the bathroom for a long time, before the answer came to me. I loved Eric, not as just a friend, but at as a man. I loved him. I needed to let him know.