Sweet Sixteen 10
Sweet Sixteen
by tim the story guy
This story is © 2005 by tim, and is protected by copyright law. Please do not copy to distribute, or post this story to other sites without the author's permission. This is a fantasy story, based on a fictional outcome of my earlier years. Names have been changed only if the person is involved in sexual situations, except mine. This story contains sexual situations between teen males. If this subject offends you, or you should not be reading this type of story, you assume all responsibility for continuing. Please send all comments to: timthestoryguy@yahoo.com. Thanks, and enjoy the story.
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Sweet Sixteen
by tim
Chapter 10
"Hey Kenny, can we talk for a minute?" I asked, as I caught up to Kenny after school in the parking lot.
"Sure Tim, I ain't doing anything right now." replied Kenny. "I'm assuming this is about Greg, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it's Greg again." I replied, as Pete waited off to the side for me. "I found out in the shop class that I help with that he's been running his mouth, and saying all kinds of things that ain't true. I don't know why he feels like it's his job to make me miserable."
"Well, it never has been easy for him to make friends." replied Kenny. "A lot of that has to do with him acting the way he is toward you. The people who can ignore him eventually become friends with him, although not what anyone would consider best friends. What he's saying about you though is one of those things that can't be ignored."
"You've heard it then?" I asked.
"Yeah, and I'm really disappointed in him." replied Kenny. "I would hope people have more sense than to believe anything he says though."
"Apparently some people don't, seeing as how this is getting all over school." I said. "If this keeps up, these last two years are going to be awful, thanks to him."
"I guess I could throw a scare into him for you." said Kenny. "After all, I did warn him to leave you alone."
"I was hoping there was another way to handle it." I said. "If you beat him up for me, people will just say that I must be a fairy because I let you fight my fights for me. Besides, I've knocked his ass down a few times already, and that doesn't seem to be helping. I was thinking that you know him better than anyone, and there must be something we can do that he'd respond to."
"Well, he might stop it if he finds out what it feels like to be on the other end." said Kenny. "That's usually how I get through to him without knocking the crap out of him."
"You mean I should make up lies about him?" I asked. "My mom always taught me that two wrongs don't make a right. Besides, what could we come up with that's as bad as what he's saying about me?"
"Think of it this way Tim, you're not really lying." said Kenny. "You're just guessing at what is really bothering him about you. He's always picked on you, even before he found out that you're gay, so I don't think that's really it."
"How do you feel about that, now that you know?" I asked.
"I always thought you had just the right balance of coolness, brains, guts, and muscle." replied Kenny. "You're one of those kids that doesn't belong to any group because you have everything evenly balanced. I always liked that about you, and you're still the same guy you always were."
"Thanks Kenny, that means a lot to me." I replied. "So, what do you suggest we say about Greg?"
"I would get him in front of a big group of people, and confront him about what he's been doing." said Kenny. "Then accuse him of saying all those things because he's hot for you, and he knows you would turn him down flat. I think people would be more likely to believe you than him, and that would shut him up for good. He would be too afraid of proving you right to say anything else about you."
"You are downright evil Kenny!" I said. "I think that's one of the things I like most about you!"
Kenny and I shared a laugh together, then Pete and I headed for my car. I had to hurry home now in order to get to work on time. I smiled all the way through work that evening, and long after I had got home to my Pete. I was still in such a good mood that Pete and I had a really fun round of love making after we retired to my room for the night.
The next day I began waiting for the opportunity to confront Greg. As luck would have it, it would not take long. Pete and I ran across Greg during lunch that day, while he was amusing a crowd with his wit.
"You know Tim, if you weren't so queer, people wouldn't talk about you so much." said Greg, as a smirk crossed his face.
"You know Greg, that would also be true if you didn't run your mouth with so many lies!" I replied.
"Me? Telling lies?" remarked Greg. "Why would I do something like that to you?"
"Because you have the hots for me, and you know that I'll turn you down flat!" I replied. "Why else would you do what you're doing? It's obvious that you're trying to split me and Pete up as friends. It won't work because we're good friends though, and I have no interest in you or any other guy in our grade!"
The group was now snickering in the direction of Greg for a change. If this worked, I would have to thank Kenny for his help. Greg did turn and walk away slowly, and I felt really sorry for the guy. If he could stop acting the way he does for a few minutes, he could possibly be a really nice guy. I still hated making another person feel the way he did now, but the talk around school had to be stopped.
The plan did seem to work, as I didn't see Greg for the rest of the day. That was a little disturbing, seeing as how we were supposed to share a class together that afternoon. When I caught up to Pete in the last period, we talked about it.
"Dude, I think I really hurt Greg's feelings!" I said.
"Do they really talk like that in Southern California?" snickered Pete.
"I'm serious here Pete!" I replied. "He skipped his afternoon classes! I know he usually looks for a reason to skip classes, but I tend to think this is related to our conversation at lunch."
"It probably is Tim, but look at how he's been trying to make your life hell." replied Pete. "I think the shit is finally flying in the right direction!"
Oh my God! Pete actually used a bad word! That was just too adorable. In a way though, Pete was right. Greg didn't seem to care what he was doing to me, but now the shoe was on the other foot. I still couldn't get my mom out of my head though, telling me that two wrongs don't make a right.
"You're right Pete, Greg is an incredible jerk." I replied. "I just wanted to make him stop though, not make him feel worse than I did."
"That's one of the things I love most about you Tim." said Pete as he grinned. "You are so sensitive to others."
"It's more than that Pete." I replied. "I just can't shake the feeling that I'm going to burn in hell for what I did to Greg today."
"Well then, we can't let that happen." said Pete, who then flashed me one of his really adorable smiles.
After school, I dropped Pete off at my house and went on to work. Once my shift was finally done dragging on, I went home to ask mom's advice. She was proud of me that I would come to her with something like this.
"Well Tim, he did have to be stopped from talking about you." said my mom. "I can't help but think that there must have been a better way to handle it though. You questioned another boy's sexuality in front of a large group of people. He's probably very upset and humiliated right now."
"I tried everything I could think of though mom." I replied. "Nothing seemed to be working on him."
"Do you remember the kid who set your hair on fire back in the seventh grade?" asked my mom.
"I don't think I'll ever forget that one!" I replied, knowing that was the truth.
"By the time that feud was over, he had left and never came back." said my mom. "Is that what you want with Greg?"
"No mom, I don't want that." I replied.
"Then you need to talk to Greg alone." said my mom. "Try to make peace with him, and see if you can both agree to patch things up. If you don't, you both may have two more years of misery ahead of you."
"Okay mom, I promise I'll talk to him." I replied. "Thanks mom, you're the greatest!" Then I gave my mom a kiss on the cheek.
Pete and I picked up Dean on Saturday, and we set out to find Greg. None of us knew where he lived, so we had to settle for going places where he might be hanging out. Dean had wanted to go to Ann Arbor, but this was much more important. We went to the mini golf course, the mall east of East Lansing, the go cart track, and several of the area record stores, but Greg was no where to be found. We finally had to give up on our quest for the day. The next day was a work day, so I would have to wait and hope he showed up for school on Monday. In the meantime, Sunday was Pete's first day at the grocery store where I worked. I had never seen anyone so excited to work in my life. He was so excited to work that he completed every task given to him in record time. Our boss was impressed, so he made it a point to talk to Pete before the end of the day.
The next day, I did catch a glimpse of Greg at vocational school. At the end of the session at vocational school I got outside as fast as possible, so I could catch Greg. Dean came out first, so I asked him if he could catch the bus back to school, and I would explain later. Finally, Greg came out of the school.
"Can I give you a lift back to school Greg?" I asked.
"I thought we hated each other." said Greg unemotionally.
"Hate is a very strong word Greg, and it shouldn't be used if at all possible." I replied. "We really need to talk Greg. This feud between us is going to end up destroying both of us."
"Okay Tim." said Greg, without much enthusiasm.
Once we got in my car and started back toward school, we just kind of looked at each other nervously. I was definitely getting the impression that Greg had never been this close to a gay person before. That didn't help, as I had no idea what to expect from him.
Finally Greg said, "Nice car Tim."
"Thanks Greg." I replied. "It gets me from A to B."
"Huh?" replied Greg.
Oops! That expression wouldn't become popular for a few years yet. "It's just an expression that means it gets me where I need to go." I said. "It doesn't hurt for us to talk like this, does it Greg?"
"What do you mean?" asked Greg.
"I mean to talk to each other like we don't hate each other." I replied. "I personally like this a lot better than when we're always going at each other's throats."
"You're not going to try anything weird, are you?" asked Greg.
"No Greg, being gay isn't like that at all." I replied. "I'm very happy with the person I'm with now. You don't have any reason to be afraid of me, and I'm the same person I've always been. That's why it really bugs me when you try to make people think I'm some kind of whore. I've already found the person who is going to be the only one who knows anything about my sex habits, and I'm going to act the same as I always have around everyone else."
"That's not what I've heard about people like you though." said Greg.
"Well, you've probably heard that from people who know nothing about people like me then." I said. "Now you're hearing different from someone who actually knows about it. I mean, if you don't want to take my word for it, ask Dean. He probably knows me as well as anyone else in school."
"I've noticed it doesn't seem to bother him." said Greg. "What I can't understand is that it doesn't seem to bother Kenny though."
"That's because Kenny knows that I didn't suddenly change overnight." I said. "Kenny has always gotten along with me, and he knows I'm still the same person that I've always been. There's no reason why it should bother him, or anyone else for that matter."
"I guess I should think about that." replied Greg.
"There's something else you should think about too." I said. "I don't want either of us to get hurt any more because of this. Up until now, we've been trying to destroy each other. If we keep that up, we may actually do that someday. I can't pretend to know how you feel about the things you've said about me, but what I said Friday has really been bothering me. That's because I know it hurt you. I wish we could stop hurting each other and be friends Greg."
"I'll think about what you've said Tim." replied Greg.
The rest of the drive was spent with Greg thinking about what I said. He did ask me a few questions, and I answered him as honestly as I could. I felt that he was really trying to understand the things I said to him, and this trip was going better than I thought it would. When we got back to school and got ready to go our separate ways, I offered Greg my hand to shake. He thought about it for a moment, then shook my hand. I had a feeling things would work out okay with Greg now.
When I caught up with Dean after school, he wanted to know why Greg was playing twenty questions with him today. I laughed lightly and told Dean that Greg and I were trying to work out our differences. Dean wished me luck with that as we walked out to my car with Pete. After we dropped Dean off at his house, Pete told me he was not happy about having to go home at the end of the week.
"We'll still be together, my sweet little boyfriend." I said. "It just won't be as much as the past few weeks."
"Yeah, but the past few weeks have been so nice!" whined Pete.
"I know they have." I replied with a smile. "The times we've made love, and just been with each other have been Heaven to me. Just imagine what it will be like when we are both out of school!"
"You'll have to wait two whole years for me though." replied Pete.
"I just came back in time twenty eight years for you Pete." I replied. "Considering how much I love you, two years won't be anything!"
"Maybe not for you, but you've turned me into a horny little boy!" giggled Pete.
God, I could just eat him up when he giggles like that! "I know what I've done to you and your sweet little sex tools, and I'll take care of your urges whenever you need it." I replied. "Making love to you is the most perfect feeling I have ever experienced, and I'll never stop now."
At that point I HAD to pull over. Pete giggled as I had him put his seat back and lay back in his seat. Then I unfastened Pete's pants and exposed the most beautiful thing ever seen on any boy. Pete cooed softly as I took his soft little dick into my mouth. Then he began panting and moaning as it hardened to it's full length. Pete rubbed the back of my head as I made love to him in my car. Fortunately I knew the best places to pull off the road, and I knew no one would be around to disturb us as I brought Pete closer to ecstasy. When Pete's cock began to twitch in my mouth after a few minutes, I sucked on him hungrily. After a few more minutes I felt Pete grasp my hair, and I was rewarded with the taste of his sweet cum. Pete moaned as I drained the sweet tasting juice from his cock. When his orgasm was over, Pete watched as I gently licked and kissed the head of his cock. After I put everything back into Pete's pants for him, he brought his seat back up. Then I pressed my lips against his and we both opened our mouths. Pete could taste the remnants of his cum in my mouth, and it drove him wild.
I finally pulled back from the kiss and said, "You'll have to wait until tonight to return the favor my love."
Pete grinned impishly and said, "I'll make you pay for making me wait!"
The love we shared that night was the most intense yet. We actually had to stifle each other's moaning to keep from being heard by the whole family. Pete and I finally fell asleep that night, completely drained and wrapped in each other's arms like two babies.
The next day we were greeted after school with news from my mom. Pete's aunt had such a rough time with her delivery that she was barely able to take care of herself. Pete's mom didn't know what to do, as she really needed to be there for her sister for at least another month. My mom then insisted on taking care of Pete for her, until her sister was back on her feet. Pete's mom may have been relieved, but we were both ecstatic. My mom laughed as she thought she might have to tie us both down so we wouldn't fly away on wings of joy. Sure, Pete missed his family somewhat, but the thought of another month living with me was beyond his wildest dreams. To be honest, it was also more than I could have hoped for too.
I'll bet everyone was thinking I had forgotten how to write a sex scene, huh? I'm sorry I have strayed away from that, but the story is focusing more on their relationship and their trials right now. Besides, if you know me, you know how much we're doing it in my head. lol. Please send all comments to: timthestoryguy@yahoo.com. Thanks for reading, and I'll see you in Chapter 11.