Thank you to all those who sent me emails and a special thanks to my editor CD Mathews. A few things I'd like to point out is that no Gabe does not one that wants abuse on himself. Yes he is a submissive types but this isn't a bondage S&M story lol. It is how ever a love story and there will be limited sex until Gabe finds Mr right. For now most of it will be from his right hand lol. And thanks i had no idea that this could be a releastic story until i got emails from a few who said they Related to Gabe, I hope i don't disappoint with this next instalement.
For chaper 3 I eat feedback for breakfast lunch and dinner whether it's good, bad, advice, ideas or tales from your high school years. Either way it gives me the energy to write more of this story cause I've got plenty others i could be working on :) Also i started a yahoo group click on the link to find more chapters added to NotAnother Love story and Gabe posted on there as well. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/almost-famous23/files/ also I have about twelve other stories posted on a site that's called authorshaunt.com and i go by the name jhol7689, there in the vault along with other great authors.
sincerly from your straight girl :)
Previously: Hey Mark, you gave the runt a boner! Ha ha!"
Oh no, here come the tears...
"The shrimp is crying. What a pussy!"
I sniffled and wanted to hide under a rock like I refused to do earlier...
"Ha ha, what a fag! I bet he's a cock sucker. I bet he wants to suck yours Marky!"
Please let this be a dream!
"Hey queer, you can suck mine."
Please God....
"Jesus fucking Christ, we have a fag in the room. What should we do with him?" Thankfully the boys were loud enough that coach could hear from his office. The big, gruff man came out dressed in light blue shorts and a white T-shirt.
"What in the hell is going on here? You boys aren't in the circus for fucks' sakes." He waited for an answer while the others looked Mark to me and back again. Brad, the one that said "Hey queer, you can suck mine," stood up for the both of us.
"We were just horsing around Coach. No hard feelings, right guys?" Brad stared me right in the eyes. I could see he was seriously apologizing. I recognized that look in his dark blue eyes. He had jet black hair that hung surfer style but very faintly you could still make out his those Atlantic eyes.
The whole room agreed with Brad, including me, although I doubt the coach even noticed I was there.
"Good, now let's hustle and get the warm ups out of the way. Today is the mile test run. We're running the football field. Let's head out!" I groaned. I can admit I am a lazy kid and I'd rather spend my weekends playing Halo and talking trash to other players on X-box Live than going to play on the basketball court. My groan didn't go unheard. Mark, who was standing next to me now, chuckled a bit at my displeasure for the activity ahead.
Once our warm ups were out of the way, Coach announced that we needed partners for the next task and all the blood seemed to drain from my body. In elementary school, when team captains were picking team members I'd always be the last one selected. If I screwed up their game I'd get so much anger directed toward me I felt like was dying from embarrassment.
I was surprised though when Mark stepped up to the plate and picked me as his partner. I nearly fainted.
"Hey, you know the guys and I were just messing with you, right?" He asked seriously after the Coach gave out instructions.
"Kinda hard to tell when you guys are calling me a fag." I replied honestly as he held my feet so I could do the sit ups.
"Well, aren't you gay? I can see your hard-on right through your shorts. You're hung kid." My eyes widened with fright. My God, I did have a boner, but how in the hell was I supposed to keep the thing down with all these hot guys working out around me?
"Sorry." I mumbled with my face growing hotter by the minute.
"Do I turn you on or something?" I was completely taken back by his blunt questions about my sexual orientation. He might have wanted to know a little more about my situation and how I was dealing with being gay, but I wasn't asking him about his sex life, now was I? So how did I answer his question?
I didn't. I stayed silent as he waited for his answer. When he didn't get one he realized how he had offended me.
"Sorry man, I'm just interested is all. Look, I don't care if you're gay. Just don't hit on me or anything, ok?" I felt immensely relieved and let out a sigh. I thought to myself `If a total stranger who seemed okay with the thought that another boy was turned on by him, Marty shouldn't take the news to bad then.; So I still had to know what my terms were with Marky boy here.
"Do you want to be friends then? I haven't have that many." He seemed to think for a couple of minutes before reluctantly nodding.
"Yeah, we could be. So you look young to be an eleventh grader."
And so began a long term friendship. I found out he was a wide receiver on the varsity football team. He is rather cocky and likes to show it off too.
After gym class was done, we had to take a shower. It was required so I took a shower head next to Mark's. The rest of the guys were in there for a minute but Mark and I stayed behind with ten minutes left before the bell rang.
I was not expecting the next event that occurred that day, so it shocked me to my very core.
I was soaping my body down when I heard a whisper. I turned to find Mark, who seemed to be very flustered and taking hollow short breaths.
"Hey have you ever...you know, given a blow job?" Of course I've seen the porn and saw how men gave BJs. I just thought he was snooping again so I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not a slut Mark." He stopped mid-sentence and seemed to be rethinking his next words. Finally he broke the unnerving silence that had engulfed the room.
"I know you aren't Gabe but I need to ask you for a serious favor."
"What?"
"I kinda got horny knowing I turn a guy on, it does something to boost your ego knowing you have the same sex after you as well. So I was wondering...could you blow me? Please? I know you're not a slut but I seriously have blue balls. I hope you're up for it?"
I had held my breath ever since the word blow job had been said. I was shocked beyond words. But knowing that this hot boy standing next to me wanted ME give HIM sexual pleasure, well, my dick answered his question by growing to its full size. He saw the answer in my eyes and pulled me in between his legs. I knelt between his legs and looked up to his chocolate brown eyes that seemed filled with lust and nothing more. I had lost all senses and had no clue what to do with my head in a fog. He caught this and took over.
His dick stood out, at least 7 inches, thick and very hard.
"Lick it." He commanded, to which I obeyed. I leaned forward and almost cat like- liked it with grace.
"Lick it some more, lick it a lot, get it wet." I felt his hand on the back of my head but I kept licking until he gave me more instructions. I couldn't believe that this was happening to me, I was giving my first blow job, to a new acquaintance on the first day of high school.
How erotic I thought.
"Okay, now put it in your mouth. Go down on it and no teeth." He entangled his fingers in my hair as I went down on him, bobbing my head up and down, I could tell I was making him feel good by the small moans that kept coming out of his mouth. I was able to take in three inches but no more. He didn't force more for me to swallow and soon was mumbling words of encouragements.
I knew he was close and, to be honest, I wanted to taste his seed. I've seen other people do it and even heard girls talk about liking the taste of it, so I was going to try it.
"I'm going to cum in your mouth Gabe." He whispered urgently while meeting my gaze. He looked to be in pure ecstasy and I was glad to be the cause of that source. He gripped my head, his knees bucked, and he came in my mouth.
I was in heaven, but I felt as if something were missing, like there was no spark. It was all just pure lust.
"Thanks Gabe, that was the best blow job I've ever had. You sure it was your first?" He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, and I laughed out loud at his facial expressions. We got dressed just in time for the bell to ring but before we went our separate ways we traded phone numbers.
I felt like an energizer bunny as I headed to the last class of the day, choirs. I had gotten my first dick AND made a new friend in the process. This day couldn't have been any better, could it?
Even though the day went by with smooth sailing I did have dad to deal with once I got home.
"Hey son, did you join a sport today?" I could see the excitement dancing around in those eyes of his, I really felt like laughing out loud and telling him "yeah dad does sucking a dick count for one? My mouth is truly sore from the work out." Of course I didn't say that out loud but I almost felt bad for letting him down.
"Nope." I stated as searched through the fridge as my stomach rumbled. Dad frowned at the ceiling. Why couldn't he see I just didn't like sports? He needed to know he couldn't force me to do something that I wanted no part of.
"At least try out for soccer, I remember when I was about your age and dad tossed the old ball around the fence out in the back yard. Remember when I tried that sport with you a couple of years back? You seemed to enjoy it as I remember." I sighed out of frustration, realizing he was never going to drop this.
"I got bribed to play soccer when I was eight. You gave me ten bucks."
"And you found out you can run, and you liked it."
"Wrong. Just because I can run doesn't mean I like soccer." Dad pounded the table so hard it made me jump and look him in the eyes. He was seething mad but nothing could change my mind.
"You've lost my respect." That was all he said. As he walked off I couldn't understand why playing sports meant so much to him. It wasn't my thing, I was horrible at it, I didn't have the body for it, and I certainly didn't have a passion for it.
We kept our distance from each other, and when we were in the same room you could practically taste the tension in the air. I was thankful Marty stopped by before dinner. Although he wasn't staying, he brought a surprise with him, which happened to be Mark. I felt a little off guard and silently asked him with my eyes to not tell Marty anything about what happened between us today. He seemed to catch my drift and went along with it.
I asked how the two of them met and it happened to be they clicked at football practice and ended up becoming close friends. I was kinda jealous but I had no reason to be. Marty was straight, wasn't he? Plus Mark and I weren't boyfriends, although I sooo wish we were. How cool would that be?
The night ended with a big bang when my brother Chad brought home a familiar face, one that was all over him until she noticed me. It happens to be Kim, Steve's supposed girlfriend.
To say I was mortified would be putting it mildly.