@~~{~~~ Black Love on The Court~~~}~~@
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This for the most part is a fictional story involving youth/youth romantic relations, that could contain sexually explicit material. This material is intended for mature and adult audiences, so do not read it if you are not of age, or if your country and or region prohibits such acts.
Attention Readers: It has been brought to my attention that the original chapter 2 for Black Love on the Court was never posted. There has been a mix up with Nifty and I but we have resolved this issue and here is the real chapter 2. I apologize for the misunderstanding.
-The author.
I loved the feedback I received and I hope to get much more. Here's my end of the deal.
FLASHBACK
Afterwards, we just laid there, atop of each other, exhausted
"Hey Steve, does this make me"
"Don't even say it" he said, cutting me off. "It's best we just take it slowly, one step at a time. I don't wanna mess anything up wit you baby boy.
FLASHBACK
That night when I got to the crib, I showered and did homework. I found it extremely hard to concentrate so I quit and climbed in the bed. I tried closing my eyes but the image of Steven on top of me covered in sweat was all I saw. That thought kept my ass up all night.
The next morning when I went to school, I saw Steven sitting by the windows, searching outside for someone, possibly me. So I tried to quickly walk passed him.
"Yo Ty, over here!" He shouted as he spotted me coming through the door.
But I just sped pass, pretending not to hear him. I wanted to talk to him so bad but something inside me would not allow me to. I couldn't even look his way, let alone speak to him face to face. 1st and 2nd periods were long as hell. I have no idea of what we did in either of those classes.
"Man Tyshawn, what's been up with you today?" Steven asked as he caught me going to 3rd period.
I turned to face him and as I did Sheriel called out from behind me, telling me to come over there A.S.A.P. I just walked away from Steve and joined Sheriel with a group of girls. She was trying to introduce me to a girl named Sandy but I was too busy feeling bad for blowing of Steven just now
"Here girl, here he go. Talk to him now." Sheriel said to Sandy
"Hi my name is Sandy and I've been watching you from afar and I was wondering...."
I just sorta tuned her out. She wasn't what was important right now. I could almost feel the grief radiating from Steven right now. God, why am I messing this up? Steven is so cool. Why am I acting so much like an ass to him. And who is this talking all in my ear? Oh yeah, that girl.
"Um, are you even paying attention to me?" Sandy said just as the bell rang
As I got into my seat I was pondering my mind all through 3rd period. There had to be a reason why I couldn't speak to him. I mean I never had problems talking to guys before. They were my specialty really. Chillin' with the boys was what I did best. But not Steve. He's something different. It's as if it's 3rd grade all over again, and I had just kissed the prettiest girl in school on Valentines Day......Bam! And that's when it hit me. That's when I realized that I'm scared. Not scared of being gay, but scared of Steven entirely! He's like the perfect guy that could make any girl happy and here he is wanting me. This was all too much to take in just a 50 minute period. So much that I ended up getting myself sick and missed 4th, 5th, and 6th.
When school eventually did end, me and Sheriel were in the parking lot heading to the bus when Steven stops his car right in front of us. Sheriel, annoyed, yelled at him.
"Watch where the fuck you're going pretty boy" Sheriel screamed
"I need to talk to Ty, now!" He said, jumping out of the car
"Well here he is and make it quick because the but is about to leave and I have a lot..."
"I need to talk to him alone." Steve said, cutting her off.
"What?! Boy if you don't move.."
"It's ok Sheriel" I said "I will call u when I get home. Steve and I do need to resolve some things." I said.
"Well fine, but just tell your friend that if he don't be careful, his pretty little black car will have silver streaks going all down the side of it." She said as she marched off to the bus.
Me and Steve got into his car and he began to drive me home. It was quiet for a while, he was starring at me while I was starring out the window. When we got to my house we got out of the car and grabbed the ball that was in his trunk. We walked to the court across the street from my house and started shooting around. Then he spoke up.
"Okay maybe what we did yesterday was wrong, I mean your not even gay so we shouldn't have done it in the first place. I was just..."
"No it's not that Steve." I said cutting him off now.
"Then what is it? Was I bad?" He asked
"No....I mean I never had sex with a dude before to compare it to but I know it was good." I reassured him.
"Then is it because it all came to fast for you? Because if you need a break Ty, I would back off.." he said looking down
"No I'm glad it came on quick, it's just..." I stuttered
"IT'S WHAT!" He exclaimed.
"IT'S YOU!" I shouted back
He shot the ball clean over the hoop and he starred at me blankly with his eyes wide open. In them you could see that he was processing what was just said. So I quickly recovered.
"No not like that boy. It's frankly the opposite. It's just that I've come to realize that I like you so much that I find it hard to talk to you. What I thought was fear, was really just butterflies in my stomach." I spat out.
Just then his eyes welled up and a single tear dropped from his eye. I was going to ask what the hell was he crying for, but before I could his lips were pressed firmly against mine in the deepest kiss I have ever experienced. It lasted until the street lights came on. He caressed my back as I had my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. When we broke, it was like I was seeing him in a whole different light. His face was so smooth and his hazel-brown eyes were like the window to his heart. All I saw in them was me. His lips were so luscious and his body was so welcoming, it was hard to keep my composure. It took all the strength I had not to wanna jump in his arms. I never thought another boy could make me feel this way, and the strange thing is that it feels so right.
We sat down on the bench in the park and he held me close. His arms around me made me feel so safe, comfortable; warm.
"You know, I have been waiting for a long time for a guy to come in and change my life." Steve said as he starred up at the sky. "You just don't know how hard it was being the center of attention to a crowd who you have no interest in at all....wait...yes you do" he said and then we both laughed.
"But" He continued, " It was even harder for me because I always knew I was ga....like this. And playing a sport that is mostly dominated by fine boys didn't help much either."
"What do you mean" I asked
"Well, some of the guys noticed me looking at them when they dressed. Some of them swear I was looking at their ass while we ran. And they probably did" He said.
"That would explain what they were talking about in 3rd period yesterday." I said under my breath
"What?" Steve asked
"Nothing" I said
Then I leaned over to give him a kiss before I went into the house. As our lips touched, all we heard was. . .
"WHAT THE FUCK!!!"
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