Dangerboy

The following is a work of fiction. It is primarily a love story (with some sex) featuring two teen-age boys. These boys do not exist outside of my imagination (more's the pity), and the events described never took place in reality. If this isn't the sort of thing you like, or if you're too young to legally be reading this, please go elsewhere. Thank you.

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Dangerboy by Savoir-Faire

(part 1)

It started, as do many things in the life of a teenager, at the mall. I was sitting in the food court eating what might have been a hamburger. My friends Ben and Jeri (all the jokes are old by now) were with me. Jeri was boring us with her talk of her Magic cards, and Ben was busy ogling the girls. Ben was actually the best friend anyone could have. We'd known each other since first grade. He was the only one in the world who knew I was gay. Well, I suppose he didn't actually know it. I'd never told him, but he'd guessed. He was cool with it, and, more importantly, he didn't tell anyone, which, for a high school sophomore in Colorado, was a good thing. Anyhow, we were eating, talking, scamming chicks, whatever, and that's when I saw him.

Oh yeah, you probably want to know about me. My name is Horatio Forester, but I've had 16 years to get used to that. My parents - who, despite my name, I love dearly - had a strange sort of thing for literary names, or names of science pioneers. If you don't believe me, ask my kid brother Tycho, or our cat Copernicus. Lucky for me, they gave me a cool middle name: Chance. This is the name I use normally. I'm sixteen, and I've had a driver's license for just over a month now.

But, back to the story. I was sitting at the table trying to think of a way to get Jeri to change the subject, when I saw him. He couldn't have been more than fourteen. He was maybe a little over five and a half feet tall, blond hair in a bilevel cut, skinny, scrawny even. He was five tables away, eating a chili dog with some other kids his age. I couldn't tell you anything about them, I didn't really see them. He was the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen.

I didn't mean to stare, but I couldn't tear my eyes away. Then his eyes met mine. I panicked, faked a sneezing attack, and when I carefully glanced back, he was laughing.

Ben managed to forget about the chicks for a moment and asked if I was okay. I assured him I was. Jeri resumed her narrative, and I tuned her out.

After Ben and Jeri left, I fell to wandering the mall. It sometimes surprises me how lonely you can be in a huge building full of people. As inevitably happens, I ended up at the arcade. I made the rounds of the "in" games, and then confronted my old nemesis: Mortal Kombat. I dropped my quarter in, chose to play against the computer, and was dead in three minutes.

As I was fishing through my pockets for another quarter, a mid-alto sort of scratchy voice behind me said "Play ya?"

I looked around and my heart stopped. It was the blond kid. I tried to think of something to say. I tried not to look like an idiot. I tried to remember my name.

"Uh, ok," was the best I could do.

"Cool," he said, scuttling into place. "Loser pays for the next game?"

"Uh, ok." Jesus, what was wrong with my brain?

We put in our quarters and played. I payed for the next game. And the one after that. Then I was out of quarters.

"Uh, look, uh..."

"Wil," he said.

"Wil. I'm Chance. Look, I'm outta quarters."

"No problem. You gonna be here tomorrow?"

Tomorrow was Sunday. I was supposed to go to Ben's soccer game. "Yeah, I'll be here."

"Cool. I'll be here or the food court. Come find me and we'll play again."

"I'll bring more quarters."

"Yeah," he smiled, a devastating smile. "You'll need them." He sort of winked and walked away.

I managed to get to my car before my knees gave way. I sat in the car for five minutes taking deep breaths. When I figured I was ready, I turned the key and the old engine sputtered to life. I love the sound a Volkswagen Bug makes.

When I got home, I called Ben. I told him I might not be able to make it to his game because of car problems. I felt like a criminal, lying to my best friend, but I figured there would be some questions I didn't want to face if I told him the truth.

I put down the phone and lay back on the bed. Plucking the remote from the night table, I fired up the stereo. After a few seconds of clicking and shuffling, Ravel's Daphnis and Chloe began to float ephemerally from the speakers.

I closed my eyes and let the music wash through my mind. I don't know if you've ever heard anything by Ravel, but his music has a sensual and otherworldly quality unmatched by anyone else. As the music built up to its first climax, an image of Wil coalesced in my mind. My right hand pushed its way up under my shirt and began to caress my chest, paying particular attention to my nipples. In my mind, Wil began a slow, sensuous dance in time with the music. My left hand unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. It slid under the waistband of my boxers. My fingers lightly ran along the length of my hardening cock. Wil's dance became more intense, his clothes disappearing from his body. In my boxers, my hand had wrapped itself around the base of my cock, and was slowly moving up and down.

There was a knock at my door.

"Chance, honey?"

I love my mother dearly, but sometimes her timing is really bad. I quickly fastened my pants and snagged a book from the night table.

"Yeah, Mom?"

The door opened and Mom poked her head in.

"I know you've got Ben's soccer game tomorrow, but do you think you could take Ty to gymnastics in the morning? I need to take your grandmother to church. Can you do that? I can pick him up."

"Sure, Mom. No problem."

"Thanks dear." She smiled at me and then left, closing the door behind her. In the background, Ravel played on, but the mood was shattered.

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Sunday, noon, at the mall. People were just starting to arrive, and the place was filling up. In the arcade, the electronic din was overwhelming my senses. I looked everywhere, but he was not here. I looked at my watch; 12:15. If I left now, I might be able to catch the second half of Ben's game.

Someone pinched my butt. I jumped and spun around. It was Wil. He was standing behind me laughing.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey."

"You ready to lose again?" He was a cocky bastard.

I pulled a handful of quarters from my pocket.

"I think so. You have any quarters?"

"Won't need 'em." He smiled smugly. "Shall we...?" he said, gesturing grandly to the Mortal Kombat game.

He was an athletic player. He would twist and bend his body, and sort of throw himself back and forth as he played. Any time his body contacted mine, my concentration vanished and he quickly scored a few points off me. As the hours and my quarters passed, he calmed down. He stood more calmly, spoke less, and, if anything, stood farther away from me. About three-thirty, he lost, and he lost bad. It was pretty obvious he threw the game.

"Gotta go," he said.

"So soon? You owe me a game."

He tossed me a quarter. "I've got to get home."

"Need a ride?"

"No, I'll walk."

"It's no trouble."

"I want to walk. Bye."

He walked out. Kind of quickly. I just stood there staring stupidly. Had I done something wrong?

"You playin'?"

"Huh?" I turned and looked at the chubby pizza-faced kid standing there.

"You gonna play again?" he asked, pointing at the Mortal Kombat game.

"Oh, no. Go ahead." I left the arcade and went to my car. As I was driving out of the lot, I saw him walking along the sidewalk. I leaned across the car and open the passenger window, then drove up next to him and matched his pace.

"Hey," I called. "Is something wrong?"

"No," he said back, in a slightly wavering voice. "I'm just going home, ok?"

"C'mon, let me drive you. It's cold."

"No," he said, sounding a bit exasperated.

"Look, its just a ride. I'm not trying to pick you up or anything."

He stopped, and turned to face the car. "But why not?" he asked, sounding a bit desperate. I stopped the car.

"What?" I asked, unsure that I'd heard him right.

"What's wrong with me? Don't you like me? Do you think I'm ugly?"

My brain refused to process his words for a moment. "Get in the car." I said.

He did. I drove to a remote corner of the lot and turned the car off.

I sat back, staring up for a moment. Without looking at him I asked "Do you... Are you trying to pick me up?"

I felt his hand on my arm. I looked at him.

"Yeah," he said. "But I was hoping you'd make the first move."

"I wanted to, I really did, but I didn't want to scare you off, you know?"

"OK," he said, sounding a little uncertain. "I really need to know if you mean that."

I looked into his eyes. "I saw you yesterday in the food court. I thought you were the most beautiful guy I'd ever seen. When you wanted to play Mortal Kombat with me I thought my heart would stop. I've never seen anyone I wanted more than you." By this time I was trembling uncontrollably.

He smiled at me, a killer smile. "So you do mean it."

"Yeah, I mean it."

He just kind of looked at me for a minute. "Wow." he said succinctly.

"Yeah, wow."

"So, uh, what next?"

I looked at my watch. "I'll take you home. I'm going to be late as it is. Give me your phone number." I handed him a pen and gas receipt. He tore it in half and wrote his number on one piece. I wrote mine on the other.

"I'd still rather walk, if that's ok. Call me tonight?"

"Okay. You sure you don't want a ride?"

"Yeah. I need to let this settle in my brain, you know?"

"Okay. I'll call you later."

He opened the door, then turned to look back at me. He quickly leaned in and brushed his lips across mine, then was out the door and running down the sidewalk. I watched him for a few moments, then drove slowly home.

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Later that evening I was alone. The house was empty and silent. I was lying on my back on my bedroom floor. Wearing only my jeans, I was strangely absorbed in the feeling of the rug against my shoulder blades. The old house would occasionally groan, and I could hear the furnace in the basement kick in every so often.

I was rudely shocked from my oneness with the house by the doorbell. I decided to ignore it. It rang again. Then I heard the clack of the opening door, and Ben's voice calling out "Chance?"

"Upstairs!" I called back. I heard the door close, and footsteps coming up the stairs, then my door opened and Ben walked in.

"Hey," he said, sounding down.

"Hey. You ok?"

"I don't know. You tell me."

"Uh, Ben, what's wrong?"

"Jeri saw you at the mall this today. There's nothing really wrong with your car, is there?"

Shit, I was caught. I sat up. "No, there isn't."

Ben sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. "What's going on here, Chance?"

"I'm sorry I lied. There was something that came up and I knew you wanted me to be at your game. I really wanted to do this, and I didn't know how to tell you."

"You could have told me the truth."

"I don't know, it's more complicated than that."

"C'mon Chance, this is Ben, your best friend. You can tell me anything."

"I know, but this is pretty big."

"Oh." he said, sounding maybe just a little surprised, liked he'd suddenly figured something out.

About five minutes passed with neither of us saying anything.

"Ben," I began, "I'm..." I couldn't force myself to say it, but he caught my meaning.

"I know, Chance. You don't have to say it."

For a moment I was content to let it go at that, but then something released inside me.

"No. I do have to say it, or I'll just be hiding behind something forever. I'm... I'm gay, Ben."

Another minute passed. Then Ben said "Wow. You said it."

I couldn't quite figure out the tone in his voice, so I asked, hesitantly "Are you okay with that?"

"Yeah," he said. "Think about it. I've known you since we were three. I figured it out about a year ago."

"Really? You never said anything."

"I wasn't a hundred percent sure."

"Well, you can be now."

He smiled. "Yeah, I guess so. Who else have you told?"

"No one. I wasn't even planning to tell you yet. It just sort of happened. Don't, uh, don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Sure. You gonna tell Jeri?"

"Sometime. I want to tell my mom first. That's gonna be hard."

"Yeah, I guess it will. Look, I'm supposed to meet Joanne at Denny's in 20 minutes, but I can stay here if you want me to."

"No, I'll be fine. Thank you."

"All right. I'd better go then. You sure? You could come with us?"

"No, I'd feel like I was intruding. You go."

Ben started to get up, then stopped. "Chance?"

"Yeah?"

"What does this have to do with you skipping my game?"

"I was kinda hoping you wouldn't ask that."

A wicked smile crossed his face. "You've met someone, haven't you?"

"Yeah, I kinda did."

"I knew it. What's her name?" Awkward pause. "I mean, what's his name?"

"Wil."

"Do I get to meet him?"

"Maybe sometime. You better go, Joanne's waiting."

"Yeah. Look, I'll call you when I get back, okay?"

"Okay."

Ben got up and went to the door. He stopped at the door and turned back to me.

"Chance?"

I looked up. "Yeah?"

"Thank you. For telling me, I mean. I'm glad you feel you can trust me with something that big."

After Ben left, I felt different, sort of light, elated. You know when you read in a book where some character feels as if a great weight had been lifted from them, well now I know what that means. The great dark secret of my life was out, and it was such a relief. Sure, it was only out to Ben, but that was something.

I looked at the phone, and with new found courage, picked it up and dialed Wil's number. It didn't even finish one ring.

"Hello?" It was Wil's voice.

"Hello sir or madam as the case may be, is your refrigerator running?"

"Chance? Is that you?"

"Yep. You still want me?"

"Yeah. You sound different... Confident."

"Well, I feel great. I just told my best friend I'm gay, and he took it well."

"I wish I could tell someone."

"Why don't you?"

"I suppose I'm scared to. I don't know anyone who'd understand. They'd think I was sick."

"I wouldn't. I'd understand."

"You know already."

"So did Ben. It just felt good to finally tell someone."

"So, you want me to tell you?"

"It's not that. I want you to know that if you want to tell me, I'll understand, and I won't hate you."

"Cool."

There was a pause.

"So," I said, "you gonna tell me?"

"No." He laughed.

"Fine. What are you doing after school tomorrow?"

"Nothing. You?"

"Nothing. Wanna do something?"

"Like what?"

I thought a moment.

"I dunno. Whadda you wanna do?"

"I dunno. Whadda you wanna do?"

"Don't start that, Wil."

"Sorry. How about we get some ice cream?"

"Sure. Where?"

"Swenson's?"

"Works for me."

"Cool. It's a date."

"Yeah, I suppose it is. Um, now that we're kinda, you know, goin' out, what's your last name?"

"Tell me yours."

"Forester. Your turn."

"Chance Forester. I like that. Mine's Robertson."

"Robertson? Wil Robertson? As in Danger, Wil Robertson?"

"No, that's Robinson."

"Oh yeah. Still works though. Maybe I'll call you 'Dangerboy.' Think?"

"Then again, maybe you'll call me Wil."

"We'll see. What school do you go to?"

"Rocky."

"You're in high school? How old are you?"

"Fifteen. I just look younger. What about you?"

"Sixteen."

"No, I mean, what school?"

"Oh. Collins. Cross-town rivals, huh?"

"Guess so. Look, Chance, you're not gonna... You're not gonna tell anyone... about me, I mean... or us?"

"No. I'm not ready for that yet. I did tell Ben, but he's cool with it, he won't tell anyone. He said he wants to meet you."

"He wants to meet me?"

"Yeah. Oh, no, nothing like that. He just wants to, you know, meet you... say 'Hi,'... that sort of thing."

"Oh. Okay. Lets start with just you and me and see where that goes, okay?"

"Sure. Meet the family when we're sure, huh?"

"Yeah."

"So, I'll pick you up at 3:30 tomorrow? Out front?

"Sure. I gotta go. My mother's calling."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

"Yeah. Oh, Chance?"

"Yeah?"

"I'll think about you tonight when I'm jackin' off."

He hung up the phone. Those parting shots of his were going to kill me. First the kiss, now the promise that I'd be in his thoughts the next time he came. He was driving me crazy.

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The next day was the longest school day in recorded history. Even my English class, which I usually love, dragged on forever. After school, driving across town, every light was red. When I finally arrived in front of Rocky Mountain High School, it was somehow only 3:20, but Wil was there, and he bounded across the lawn to meet me.

"Hey," he said as he swung his small frame into the car.

"Hey," I said back.

I turned the car around and headed back toward the mall.

"Well," Wil said, "if this is a date, who's paying?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just what I said. It's not a real date unless one of us pays for the other."

"Oh. How about if I pay for you and you pay for me?"

"That works." He smiled wickedly. "And I'm reeeeeaaaal hungry."

We arrived at Swenson's, which was just a block down College Ave from the mall. Soon we both had huge hot fudge sundaes. I had a Sprite and Wil had a Coke. We talked about movies, the Broncos, school and what have you. All in all we had a good time.

As the conversation wound down, Will looked mournfully at his sloppy and mostly empty sundae dish, and said "What now?"

I looked at my watch. 5:30.

"I'm gonna have to get home soon. Mom will be finishing dinner and she hates it when I miss."

Will looked at me and said "I don't want to go home yet. I don't want to wait a whole nother day til I see you."

"Would you like to eat with us?"

He smiled. "Yeah, do you think its okay?"

"I can find out."

I went to the pay phone and called home. Mom said it was fine. I returned to the table.

"Fine on this end. How 'bout your mom?"

"My mom won't be home til nine. I usually cook my own dinner."

"What about your dad?"

"He's in Utah with my step-mom. What about your dad? You never talk about him."

"He died in a car wreck two years ago."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. It was two years ago. I'm used to it."

"Do you miss him?"

"Yeah, I do. Sometimes I think I hear him coming home at night."

"How'd it happen?"

"It was a stupid accident. Some drunk high school kid rammed him head-on. Kid walked away from it."

"That's awful."

"Tell me about it. But... Life goes on. I'm still here, my mom is still here, and my brother is still here. We've worked through it, we miss him, but we have to live, you know?"

"I don't know if I could deal with that."

"We'd better go."

The drive home was quiet, but it was a comfortable quiet. Dinner went without incident. Mom asked all the usual mom questions, and Wil dealt with them admirably. After the dinner and conversation was over, Wil and I retired to my room.

"Nice room," said Wil.

"I like it."

"I like your family. You seem close."

"We are." I turned on some music.

"Chance!" Mom called from downstairs.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to the store. Need anything?"

"Yeah, paper."

Then from down the hall Ty yelled "Can I go?"

Mom called back "I'm leaving right now."

Ty thundered down the stairs, and the two of them left.

Wil got a curious look on his face, then asked "What are we listening to?"

"Ravel. The first piano concerto."

"You like classical music?"

"Yeah. A lot."

Wil listened silently for a few minutes, then said "I think I do too."

"It grows on you."

Will looked at me strangely, then said "Speaking of growing on you..."

He walked over, pulled my head down, and fastened his lips to mine. After a moment, I felt his tongue, and responded with mine. We stood like that for a lifetime. Finally we separated. We just looked at each other for a moment, then Wil put his arms around me and pressed his body to mine and rested his head on my shoulder.

"Chance," he whispered, "I like your family, and I want to meet your friend."

"You sure?" My voice cracked.

"Yes, and when you introduce me, I want you to say I'm your boyfriend."

I held him tightly and said "No problem, Dangerboy."

Dangerboy (part 2)

The week passed. School dragged and the evenings flew by. Wil and I spent every moment we could together. We saw movies, we got hamburgers, we went skating, and then it was Friday.

We found ourselves in my room sitting on the floor playing StarFox 64. As usual, I was losing, and losing badly. I didn't help that Wil kept up a running commentary on my lack of skill. Finally, when I'd been shot down for the tenth time, I tossed my controller at him and said, "All right, you win, I give up."

"I won long ago. I was just prolonging the agony."

"Whatever."

"I'm surprised you don't play this one better. You own it. Don't you ever play it."

"Yeah, I just suck at it, ok?"

Wil looked at his watch and said "When's he supposed to be here?"

I looked at the clock by my bed and said "Half and hour ago."

"So where is he?"

"Well, you have to realize that he's runs on Ben Standard Time. He usually gets a leeway of as much as an hour."

"Oh. So he's unreliable."

"Not really, he's just not punctual."

"I wish he'd get here."

"You nervous?"

"Yeah, a little. I mean, what if he doesn't like me?"

"He will."

"But what if he doesn't?"

"Then we won't ever double date with him and Joanne."

Wil laughed.

"Seriously," I said, "there's no reason to be worried. Ben's a cool guy. You'll like him."

Wil smiled his sideways smile and said "Maybe if you kiss me I won't be so nervous."

I leaned in as if to kiss him, but pushed him over on his back instead, then I rolled over on top of him so I was laying sideways across his chest, resting on my elbow, looking down into his face. He was trying not to laugh.

"Wil, you have the coolest eyes I've ever seen." And I kissed him. And he kissed me back. Our tongues danced together. He put his arms around me and pulled me tight. As we got more into it, I felt his hand slide down my back, his fingers work their way under the waistband of my boxers, and then the doorbell rang.

I pulled my face from his, and said "That'll be Ben." Downstairs, I heard my mom answer the door and greet Ben, telling him I was upstairs.

"Yep," I said, "that's him."

"Show's over, I guess." Wil sounded disappointed.

I stood and straightened my clothes, Wil did likewise. Ben walked into the room.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I said back. I turned to Wil and said "This is Ben. He's been my best friend as long as I can remember." Then to Ben I said "And this is Wil. He's my boyfriend."

Ben stuck out his hand and Wil shook it.

"I've heard almost nothing about you," said Ben.

"Yeah," said Wil, "That's my fault. I didn't want him to say much until I met you."

"Oh. So, what are we gonna do?"

"We could..." I started, but Ben interrupted.

"I wasn't asking you." He turned back to Wil. "What so you think?"

"Well, I've always wanted to try that laser tag place."

"The one near Wal-Mart?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. Let's do it." Ben turned to me. "You coming, Chance?"

"That's kinda personal, isn't it?"

"Pervert. Let's go, then. I'm driving."

The drive across town was kind of uncomfortable. Maybe that's because I was folded into the back seat of an ancient Honda Prelude. In the front, Ben and Wil were talking a mile a minute. They seemed to be getting along well. I was relieved.

We played laser tag on and off until 10:00pm, stopping once to go to the nearby sub shop for dinner. When we were finally all tired out, we drove Wil home. Wil lived near the laser tag place, and Ben and I lived on the same street, so we decided it made more sense to drop him off first. We didn't kiss. Neither of us felt really comfortable kissing in front of Ben. After dropping him off, we drove in silence for a few minutes.

Then Ben said, "I like him."

"Do you?" I sounded more relieved than I wanted to.

"Yeah. He's pretty cool. You two seem happy together."

"So, then, you're really okay with all this."

"Yeah. I told you I was. You know, not everyone is a bigot. You might be surprised how many people would be supportive. If you gave them the chance."

"Maybe. I think I'm gonna tell my mom tonight."

"Really?"

"I don't know. I think."

"I think you should. She's your mom. She should know."

"I know. I want to tell her. I'm just not sure I can."

"You told me."

"That was different."

"Why?"

"It just was."

"Whatever. You'll call me later? After you tell her?"

"Sure."

He stopped the car in front of my house.

"Good luck, Chance."

"Thanks. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Okay."

When I got in, Mom was in her room on her computer, working on a spreadsheet.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi, dear," she said, not looking up.

"Where's Ty?"

"Out with Tim, I think."

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure, honey."

"Its kind of big."

She looked up. "You're not in any trouble are you?"

"No. There's just something I have to say."

"What is it?" She sounded concerned.

"I'll just say it. I'm gay."

She looked at me for a moment, then, in a small voice, said "Oh."

I waited a moment longer. "Is that it? Oh?"

"Sorry. I wasn't expecting that. Um... Look, come in, sit down." She pointed to her bed. I did.

"I couldn't think of a better way to tell you."

"No, that's fine. It's probably best to be direct. Um... When did this happen?"

"I've always been gay. I just couldn't admit it to myself until a couple months ago."

"Oh. Gosh. Um, I'm not sure what to say." She saved her spreadsheet and shut down the computer.

"Well," I said, "tell me what you're thinking."

"I'm wondering how this happened. I mean, I know its not anything anyone did, but I can't help wondering if I should have remarried. Would this have happened if you still had a male role-model? I feel... I feel kind of helpless."

"No one did anything. This is just who I am."

"I know." She took a deep breath, and let it out. "Can we talk about this in the morning? I need to think."

"Yeah. We can." I got up and went to the door.

"Chance." Mom got up, walked over and held me tight. "You know that whatever happens I love you."

"Thank you, Mom. I needed to hear that." I squeezed her back, then we parted and I went to my room.

I called Ben, and we talked for a couple hours. I didn't sleep very well that night.

When I came down in the morning, Mom was already up. She looked at me, smiled and said "You look like shit."

I smiled back at her. "You're looking rough around the edges yourself. Sleep well?"

"Not a bit. You?"

"Not much. Thinking about me?"

"Yes. I'll be okay, Chance. It just going to take a little while. I'm still your mother, and you're still my son. Nothing can change that. There're just a few basic assumptions in my life that need to be adjusted."

"That's about what I was hoping for. Thanks for taking this so well."

"So, do you think we should tell Ty?"

"Tell Ty what?" asked Ty as he walked groggily into the room.

"Tell Ty what?" he asked again, when neither of us said anything.

I sat down at the table. 'It's about me, Ty."

"What, are you sick or something?"

"No. I'm gay."

"Oh. We got any Rice Krispies?"

I looked at him, incredulous. "That's it? I tell you I'm gay and you ask for Rice Krispies?"

"So you're gay. Who cares?"

Mom put the Rice Krispies on the table, and asked "What do you want, Chance?"

"How about fruit loops?" suggested Ty, and he burst out laughing.

I looked at him for a moment, then I started laughing too. I couldn't help it. Before long, I was lying on my back on the floor, laughing like I'd never laughed before. It wasn't that it was so funny, it just felt good to do it. Soon, even Mom was laughing.

After the laughter finally died down, and the after-giggles had passed, I pulled myself up to a chair and said "Actually, fruit loops sound good." Ty snorted, but kept it contained. I looked at Ty, looked at my mother, and then said "You know, I'm lucky to have you two."

Ty didn't look up from his cerial and said "Sure, fine, whatever."

Mom just smiled and handed me the fruit loops.

Then Ty did look up, and he said "You got a boyfriend?" Mom looked at me, her face neutral.

"Well... yeah, I do. That's kinda why I told you."

"What do you mean?" asked Ty.

"What I mean is, I'd rather tell you than have you find out by walking in on us while we were kissing or something."

"Eww," said Ty.

"Uh, Chance?'

"Yeah Mom?"

"You know I'd rather you didn't, um, do anything, but if you do, you'll be safe, right?"

"We've only kissed, Mom."

"But if you do..."

"We won't do anything stupid."

She walked behind me and kissed the top of my head. "You're not stupid, I know that, but even smart people can get caught in the passion of the moment. If you want, I can buy you some condoms."

This was starting to get a bit embarrassing. "I don't think that will be necessary for a while yet."

We ate silently for a couple of minutes, then Ty said "So, who is he?"

"Who?"

"Your boyfriend."

"Oh. Wil."

"Oh," said Mom. "He seems like a very nice boy."

"A very nice boy?"

"Well," she said in a mock defensive tone, "that's what most mothers say when meeting their childrens' boyfriends or girlfriends, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess. You're not going to embarrass him, are you?"

"Chance, I'm your mother."

"That's what I was afraid of."

A little while later I was in the shower. As I was washing my hair, I heard the door open.

"Chance?" asked Ty.

"Kinda busy in here, Ty."

"I know, but I want to ask you a question."

"Make it quick."

"If you're gay, does that mean I'm gonna be gay?"

"No. You're gonna be whoever you're gonna be."

"Good. 'Cuz I don't want to be gay."

I threw a handful of water over the curtain.

"Watch it!" he said.

"Get outta here. I'm trying to wash my hair."

"Grouch. If you cut it, it wouldn't take so damn long." He left and closed the door.

As I stepped from the shower, I caught a vague reflection of myself in the fogged mirror. I wiped the condensation away and examined my face. I'd just shaved a few days ago, so there was no need to right now. I stepped back and examined by body. I was just over 5'10", slender, flat stomach, a little definition in my chest and smooth arms and legs. My face was handsome, if I do say so myself, and my hair, usually dark blond, was now water darkened and plastered to my skull. It fell to just below my shoulders. I had no body hair save for my armpits and groin, and some very light, almost invisible hairs on my calves. Overall, I was pleased with my appearance. I sometimes thought I looked a bit like Isaac Hanson, just with a smoother face.

I pulled my hair back into a tail, and put it through a rubber band. I went in to my room, wearing only a towel, and collapsed on the bed. Grabbing the remote control, I soon had the room filled with music - Ravel's Sheherazade (yes, I mean Ravel, I know the famous Sheherazade is by Rimsky-Korsakov, but Ravel also did one, and its much more beautiful). Picking up the phone, I dialed Wil.

"Hello." It was Wil, sounding a little sleepy.

"Hello sir, would you mind answering a few questions about anti-fungal cream?"

"What? Oh, Chance, is that you?" I could hear the sunshine break through the clouds.

"Me as ever was. How are you?"

"Up 'til a minute ago, I was asleep. What time is it?"

"Almost nine. Guess what I did."

"You got up early and decided to wake me up."

"Nope. Try again."

"You never went to bed, and decided to wake me up."

"Wrong again. I came out."

"You what?"

"I came out. I told my mother and brother that I'm gay. I also told them that we're going out."

"You did?" He sounded a bit surprised. "How'd they take it."

"Pretty good. Ty was unfazed, but my mom's having a bit of a tough time with it. She'll come through, though."

"Wow. I'm impressed. Did she say anything about me?"

"Yeah. She thinks you're a very nice boy."

"Really. Do you think I'm a nice boy?"

"Nah, I know you better than that."

"Okay, just as long as there's no mistake. We gonna celebrate?"

"Sure. What should we do?"

"Don't start that. I'm gonna get dressed. You come pick me up."

"Yes, sir."

"And keep that tone out of your voice."

"You just be ready when I get there."

"I will be."

When I pulled up in front of the apartment, Wil didn't come running out like he usually did. I waited a moment, then shut off the engine and went to the door. His mother answered.

"You must be Chance," she said. She looked like someone who had been hit hard by life. Clearly, she had been pretty once, but now she just looked experienced. If that makes any sense,

"Hi. Yeah, I'm Chance. Is Wil around?"

"I sent him to the store for milk. He'll be back is a few minutes. Won't you come in?"

I did. The apartment was small, but well kept and tastefully furnished. There were no luxuries, just an all-in-one stereo, probably a Sears special, and a small television with no vcr, no Nintendo, no Play Station, not even a Sega Genesis.

"Nice place," I said.

"Thank you. Its not much, but it's home. Would you like a coke or something?"

"Yes, thank you."

She went into the kitchen, which was little more than a fold in the wall, and returned with a can of coke.

"I'm so glad Wil met you. You've had a great effect on him. I haven't seen him this happy since he was a baby."

"Really?"

"You should have known him a year ago. I didn't think he knew how to smile."

"Are we talking about the same Wil, about five-foot-eight, blond, bounces off walls?"

"That's the one. When he came to live with me last year, he was always in a funk. He and his father had a falling out. That's why he's here now. He was so closed."

"What was the problem."

"I really shouldn't tell you. Maybe Wil will tell you sometime, but he hasn't even told me. His father told me. Looking back, I don't know why I even married the man."

"Was it because he's gay?" Then my brain realized what I'd just said, and I mentally slugged myself in the face.

"So he has told you. That's a relief. When he told his father, he hit the roof, sent him to therapy, and finally just kicked him out."

My guts loosened a little.

"I am so glad you knew," I said. "That was a really stupid thing for me to say."

"Wil hasn't told me. Like I said, it was his father who told me. Look, you don't have to answer this, but are you gay?"

"Yeah. I am." This got easier every time.

"And are you two...?"

"Yeah, I'm his boyfriend."

She smiled such a smile that you could see the beauty of years past. She stood, held out her arms and said "Come here."

Bracing myself for what was coming, I went, and she hugged me so tight.

"You be good to him." she said. "He's a good boy who's had a bad life, and he needs someone who can love him for who he is. Can you do that? Can you?"

"Yeah," I squeezed out.

"Because if you hurt him, he might never recover. Its not easy to be rejected by your own father. Do your parents know?"

"Yeah, I told my mother last night."

"Just last night?"

"Yeah, there wasn't really a reason before."

"Well, good for you."

Finally, she released me. "We'd probably best not tell him about our little talk."

I agreed.

The clicking sound of a coasting ten-speed came from the front lawn, then the crash of a bike falling down, and then the door opened and Wil bounded in.

"Hey, Chance."

"Hey"

"You met my mom?"

"Yep."

Wil put the milk in the fridge, then said "Well, let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

"I'm driving, you know."

"Yeah. I'll tell you where to go."

His mother sort of chuckled. "You two have fun."

"Sure, Mom."

"Yeah. It was nice to meet you Mrs., uh, are you Mrs. Robertson, or what?"

"Ms. Hope. Call me Linda."

"Okay, uh, Linda. See ya."

And we were out the door and in the car.

"So, where to?"

"South on Shields."

We drove for a long time. Wil alternated between being lost and knowing exactly where we were going, or, as he put it, "I know where we're going, just not sure how to get there."

Finally, we pulled into the driveway of a farmhouse a few miles south of town.

"This it?" I sounded doubtful.

"I think so. Yeah, it is."

We got out and went to the door. Wil rang the bell. A kid about our age answered.

"Hey, Wil" he said.

"Hey. This is Chance. Chance, this is Chris."

We shook hands.

"So," Wil said, "you ever ride a horse, Chance?"

"No. Is that what we're doing?"

"Yeah. Chris has three, so we're all gonna ride."

"Okay." I was nervous, and it showed in my voice.

The three of us went to the stable, and Chris helped me saddle Banzai. Banzai, as it was explained to me, was half quarter horse, and half welsh pony. I didn't know what that meant, but he was the smallest of the three horses and he seemed to be the calmest, so I didn't mind. I kind of envied Wil the easy grace with which he saddled and bridled Slinger, the horse he was to ride. Soon I was seated atop Banzai and the three of us lumbered out of the corral and into the field. I got used to Banzai's gait pretty quickly, and soon I was trotting and even cantering with confidence. We stopped for lunch, which consisted of cheese and crackers and luke-cold cans of coke. Wil's can burst when he opened it and shot all over his face and shirt. We got back to the stable just after 3:00. As we were cooling down the horses, I began to feel the pain in my legs and groin. My very bones ached. When I commented on this, I was greatly reassured by Chris's promise that I'd be feeling it for a few days. For his part, Chris seemed not to feel it at all. Wil was walking a bit funny though.

We ended up back at Wil's place about 4:00. We went in and collapsed on the couch. I made a face and rubbed my thighs.

"You do that often?" I asked.

"About once a month. I'll stop hurting in a few hours." He smiled. "You won't."

"Thanks. What now?"

"You hungry?"

"Yeah."

"Got any money?"

"Some."

"Enough for a pizza?"

I pulled out my wallet and counted. "Just."

"You buy the pizza, I'll get the tip."

"Alright, but you get to order it."

That taken care of, we turned on the TV and watched some insipid sitcom, I think it was Full House, and talked until the pizza arrived.

After eating, I was sitting back at one end of the couch, and Wil was laying across the couch, his head in my lap. We were watching Roseanne, and I was idly running my fingers through Wil's hair. I'd never felt anything so soft and smooth.

"Chance?" Wil said quietly.

"Hmm?" I was feeling a little anesthetized by the pizza and my intellect was being dulled by Roseanne, although this was of of the episodes where Joseph Gordon-Levitt guested, playing George, the world's dullest boy.

"Mom works til nine."

"Uh-huh."

A few minutes passed.

"Chance?"

"Hmm?"

"You wanna see my room?"

"Yeah, okay."

Wil got up, and held out a hand to help me up. I took it.

"You cold?" I asked, for his hand was trembling.

"No, I'm fine."

We went into his room. It was small, the twin bed taking up most of it. What floor space there was was mostly covered by dirty clothes. Wil leaned over his bed and closed the shades.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"Cozy. I think the real estate term is 'quaint.'"

"Yeah, small." He pulled my head down and kissed me. While still locked to my lips, he pushed me back against the wall, and fumbled with my shirt. He pulled back and lifted my shirt. I obligingly raised my arms, and the shirt came off. He dropped it on the floor. He kissed my neck, my chest, my nipples.

"Wil," I started.

"Quiet," he said in a harsh whisper. He wrapped his arms around me and fell backwards onto his bed, pulling me with him. A quick roll and I was on my back. He kissed his way down my belly, and stuck his tongue in my navel. The sparks and electricity shooting through my nerves were like nothing I'd ever felt before. I though I might come right there.

He looked up at me, smiling impishly, then he undid the button on my jeans. The zipper went next, then he moved down to my feet and pulled off my shoes and socks. He tugged at my pants, and I raised my hips to allow them to come off easier. When those had fallen to the floor, he lifted my head and carefully took the rubber band out of my hair, letting it fall loose. All that remained was my boxers, and soon enough, these were being pulled from my body. And then I was lying naked, my hands trying to cover my hard cock, while he, still fully dressed, stood back and looked at me.

"You're beautiful, Chance. Everything I hoped for."

"This is kinda embarrassing, Wil."

"Em-Bare-Ass-ing. Yeah, I'll say."

He sat on the bed next to me, and moved my hand away from my crotch. He lightly ran the back of his hand across my cock. I moaned. He took it in his hand and started to slowly jack me off. I let my head fall back, and closed my eyes. Neither of us said a word, though I would kind of grunt or moan every so often, and my breathing was getting heavy. The tension built, his hand sped up. I started to hear the smacking sound a thin coat of precum makes against the hand, and then, chest heaving, I let out a gasp/yell and came. Semen shot out of my cock onto my chest and belly. Wil kept going. I whimpered with every stroke. Finally I had to grab his had to stop him. The whole thing was over in less than two minutes.

"Was it good?" he asked.

"Yeah," I breathed. "I've never come like that before."

"It looked good. You're, like, glowing."

"I feel like I'm floating."

Wil looked at his hand. Some of my come was smeared on it. He tentatively stuck a finger in his mouth and licked it clean.

"How's it taste?" I asked.

"It doesn't, really. It's kinda thick, but not much flavor to it. Well, kinda, I don't know, kinda salty? I think I like it."

He bent down and licked some more from my chest. Then he sort of scooted up the bed and laid down beside me.

"Yeah," he said, "I like it."

With my hand I smeared the rest of it into my skin, Then I gathered Wil into my arms and held him close to me. I moved in close to his ear and whispered "I love you."

We stayed like that for half an hour, or forever, wrapped around each other, me naked, he fully clothed. I felt so close to him, part of him. I could hear his heart, feel his pulse. I would have been content to stay there forever.

But my bladder betrayed me. Eventually the need to pee became critical, and I reluctantly disentangled myself. When I came back, Wil was still lying on the bed. We watched me walk in, smiling. I stopped, looked at him, and said "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"How are we gonna get you off?"

"We're not going to tonight. Next time."

"Okay." I bent to reach for my boxers.

"No." said Wil. "Not yet. You look so cool naked. I love just looking at you."

"Well," I said, and despite myself I smiled and blushed, "okay." I crawled back onto the bed, and Wil snuggled up against me.

Dangerboy (part 3)

It was Sunday morning. I woke up in my room. The sun was out and the cat was curled up in a sunspot near the middle of my floor.

"Hey, Copernicus." I said to him. "You get lucky last night? 'Cuz I did." He ignored me like he always did. I got up, went into the bathroom, peed, then slipped out of my boxers and got in the shower.

After eating breakfast I called Wil.

"Hello?" It was his mother.

"Hi. May I speak to Wil?"

"Oh, hi Chance. Just a minute."

I waited a moment.

"Welcome to Goodburger, home of the Goodburger. Can I take your order?" It was Wil.

"You've been hanging around me too much, Dangerboy."

"Yeah. And I plan on hanging around you more. Today, for instance."

"What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking maybe I'd catch the bus and come over there, and kick your ass at StarFox 64 a few times, then if we have time we'd take care of that thing we didn't do last night."

"That thing we didn't...? Oh, yeah. Okay. Sounds good to me. Mom and Ty are gone for the whole day. Ty's got some kind of gymnastics thing."

"Maybe we'll skip StarFox, then."

"You know Wil, you a pretty naughty boy."

"No, I'm a naughty pretty boy."

"Can't argue that. How long will it take you to get here?"

"About an hour. Maybe a little less."

"Well, get moving."

"On my way." He hung up the phone.

I looked all over the house, to be sure Mom and Ty really were gone, then I straightened up my room. I took off all of my clothes except my boxers, and waited for Wil to arrive.

It was just over an hour later when he rang the bell. I opened the door. Wil walked in, closing the door behind him.

"Hey." he said. "Lookin' good."

"You said you liked me naked."

"You're not naked."

"I'm not answering the door naked."

"Door's closed."

"Yeah, your point?"

"Oh, nothing."

I pulled him to me and we kissed. He rubbed his hands up and down my back, and into my boxers and over the curves of my ass.

"Why don't we go to my room?"

We went up the stairs and closed my bedroom door behind us. I slipped my boxers off.

"Better?" I asked.

"Yeah. So, uh, what should we, like... do?"

"You just leave that to me." I said, and I started working his shirt over his head. His torso was white as a sheet. He had very little muscle definition. He was scrawny - I could count his ribs. He had no hair under his arms.

"You're gonna take it easy, right Chance?" he asked in a small voice.

"I wouldn't hurt you." I unfastened his belt, while he kicked off his shoes. Kneeling before him, I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then slid them down his legs. He stepped out of them. With his toes, he pushed his socks off. He stood before me wearing only blue briefs with a white waistband, and a thin silver anklet.

"You are so perfect," I breathed.

He exhaled, a sort of "what the hell" kind of sound, and pushed his briefs off. Now we were both naked. Already semi-erect, his penis was slightly smaller than mine, and topped with a small patch of dark hair. His balls were bald, but of good size.

I kissed his belly button and he giggled. I put my hands around his back, and felt down until I held each of his cheeks, then, I took his hardening cock in my mouth. His whole body stiffened and he gasped. I started licking and moving up and down.

"Oh, Jesus, Chance."

The feel and taste of his cock was not what I expected. It was very smooth and soft. As I worked on it, he began to moan softly and breathe heavily. He put his hands on my shoulders for support. I began to taste his precum, it was warm and kind of salty, sort of like bland chicken broth. His hands moved to my head, and every time I went down, his hips began to rise to meet me. His knees started trembling, and me put one hand on the wall to steady himself.

"Oh, yeah Chance. Faster."

I obliged him. He staggered back against the wall, and I had to scramble forward to keep with him. The rhythm of his breathing changed. He would hold his breath for several seconds, then release it explosively and hold then next one. He gasped, he called out my name, and he came. His come tasted kind of sweet and salty all at once. I'd sampled my own in the past, but it was nothing like this. His was hot and fresh. I loved it. I kept going until he had no more to offer me.

As I pulled off him, he slowly slid down the wall and sat on the floor, all the while muttering "Oh, God. Oh, Chance. Yeah. That was... Oh, God. That was... That just was. I love you, Chance. I love you.

I pulled him limply to his feet and took him to the bed. Together we collapsed there in each other's arms.

He kissed me lightly on the lips, no tongue, and said "Stay with me forever, okay?"

I smiled and kissed him back. "I will." I just looked at his beautiful face for a few minutes, then whispered "Dangerboy." He smiled.

After about fifteen minutes, he went to the bathroom. I sat up, leaning against the headboard. When he came back, he laid down on the bed, his head in my lap, idly stroking my cock. After a few minutes he cautiously brought it to his mouth and kissed it. He then experimentally licked it, and, apparently liking what he tasted, put it in his mouth. He only sucked it for a moment, though. Then he sort of crawled up my body and pressed his lips to mine. When we parted, he said "Will you fuck me?"

"What? Are you sure?"

"Yes. I want you inside me."

"What happened to 'take it easy?'"

"I still want you to be careful."

"If its what you want..."

He got up on his knees, one on either side of me, and reached down and grabbed my cock. He sat back, guiding it to his anus. He sat there for a moment, the head of my cock just poking at him, then he slowly started to sit down. The look on his face betrayed his pain, but since he was doing all the work, I decided to let him decide whether or not to continue. Feeling his sphincter slowly slide down my cock, I couldn't help but moan. Finally, he was sitting on my lap, all six inches buried within him.

"God, this hurts. You feel so big, like I'm sitting on a fencepost." His voice sounded strained.

"Then take it out."

"No, it feels good too. Just need a minute to get used to it."

As he sat there, I lightly stroked his chest. Then he slowly rose and fell, moaning as he did.

"Chance?"

"Yeah?"

"There's something I want to tell you."

"What's that?"

"I'm gay."

"I know."

"Just wanted to say it." He bent forward and stuck his tongue in my mouth. Then he started bouncing up and down, slowly at first, but picking up speed. After a few minutes, I put an arm behind his back, and, with the other arm I pushed myself away from the headboard. Moving forward, he landed on his back on the bed, me on top of him, his legs in the air. I stretched out my legs behind me and started pumping into him. I started slow, watching his face for signs of pain. When he seemed relaxed enough I sped up. Soon I was pounding into him mercilessly, nearly lost in the ecstasy. Beneath me he was covered in sweat, some of it mine, calling out with each thrust. The sheets were bunched in his hands and his head lolled back and forth. The look of combined agony and ecstasy on his face was almost enough to get me off by itself. It started quietly, and got louder, a thin, high-pitched wail coming from him, then he started grunting and whimpering, and he came, come shooting all over both our chests. I buried my head in his shoulder and wrapped my arms tightly around him, and with a shudder, I came. I went crazy, slamming into him like I was going to split him in two. Our cries would have awakened the dead. Finally, I came down, and collapsed on top of him, an amorphous mass with no strength in my body.

"Now you gotta marry me." he said, and laughed weakly.

"I'd love to," I said, and I meant it.

We fell asleep in each other's arms.

I woke up mid afternoon. Wil was still asleep. He looked like an angel, his face glowed with contentment. I watched him sleep for a little while, then I carefully got out of bed and went into the bathroom. After peeing, I got into the shower. As I was rinsing my hair, I felt Wil's hands on my sides. He put his arms around me and pressed his body against my back. I turned in his arms so I was facing him.

He looked up at me and said "I love you, Chance."

I looked into his beautiful eyes and said "I love you, Dangerboy."

And we kissed.