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It's Gonna Be Love - Chapter 1 By Matt417
"Don't...touch...me," He growled menacingly.
The boys only laughed at him.
"I'm serious, you guys. Once more and I'll get you all suspended."
"Jameson, you ain't gonna tell nobody. If you do, I'll kill you," said the leader of the pack.
The leader started to walk away, but stopped, and gave him one last kick to the ribs. Ryan Jameson winced in pain, but held back the cry that came so close to coming out.
"Same time tomorrow, Jameson," said the leader.
With that, he left and was followed by his goons.
Ryan Jameson had been picked on since the seventh grade. While the other boys his age were already hitting puberty, Ryan's body only started to develop later on. As the other boys started to grow, Ryan was a prime target since he was only 4'11" at the time. By the time he was 15, he'd grown a bit to 5'3", but still too small for a boy. Mrs. Jameson always told him to be strong.
"In our family, we hit puberty a little later than other people. But it comes, that I can guarantee you. So don't you worry, honey. You'll grow."
Ryan was short, but he ate healthy, and stayed in shape. What he lacked in body size, he made up in body definition. That was one of the only things about himself that he was proud of.
I first met Ryan Jameson in the ninth grade. He was an alright guy, but he was a really odd-looking guy too. His light brown hair was grown all the way out to his shoulders, and his wardrobe seemed to consist of only plaid. Like I said, he was about 5'3", and he was being picked on constantly. Most of the time I felt really sorry for him. This one time, a guy on crutches came up to him and whacked him in the balls with his crutch. It was so fuckin' random, but everyone thought it was hilarious! Ryan, or course, just endured it all, and continued on his way as if nothing had happened. When you're picked on that much, it's hard to make friends I guess. Nobody wanted to be friends with Ryan Jameson. If he had had any friends, they would've been labeled 'uncool' by association. And even the already uncool kids didn't risk befriending him in fear that they too would be picked on.
I don't know how Jameson lived with himself. He had a fucked up background and social life. His parents had divorced when he was six years old, but then again, that's not so uncommon these days, is it? His father had been cheating on his mother, so his mother promptly used it to her advantage and filed for divorce. His father was a successful stockbroker, so Mrs. Jameson was set up with a fuckin' huge settlement. Despite their wealth, the Jamesons kept their spending discrete and reasonable. They lived in a two-story home in the suburbs, living comfortably, but not in total luxury. But if I were Ryan Jameson, I'd buy myself a new wardrobe and get rid of the plaid. Sometimes when I saw Ryan in class, I saw cuts across his wrist. Immediately, I felt a pang of sorrow for him. But I knew that I couldn't help him... or rather, didn't have the courage to help him.
On the second day of school in Grade 11, Mr. Coot, my Biology teacher assigned us to lab partners. Of course, everybody complained about not being able to choose their own partner, but Mr. Coot just gave us one of his lectures.
"In life, one must be able to work with a variety of different people. A weak man is intolerant of his peers. An average man can tolerate his peers. But a great man can accept his peers."
"Ryan Jameson!" he yelled.
"Here," Ryan almost whispered.
"You're with Kyle Clark." Awwww fuck, I thought.
Everyone in the class except Ryan and I started to laugh. Mr. Coot tried to calm down the class, but everyone thought it was hilarious how a guy like me was put with Ryan Jameson. I looked over at Ryan, and did my best to force a smile.
Maybe this is a good time to introduce myself. My name, as you probably know if you're reading this properly, is Kyle Clark. I guess you could say I hang out with some popular people. I think I'm a nice guy overall. I'm open to a lot of things, and I can be a comforting person to talk to in bad situations. When my dad died, I said to my mom, "He's in a better place now." My mom only cried even more. I was only four years old at the time. I actually remember her saying back to me, "Kyle, you're four going on forty, you know that? And when you grow up, you'll be one hell of a smart guy." Actually, she was wrong. I have an average of 75%, which isn't stunning or anything. I'm pretty much an average teenager. I play basketball, lift a lot of weights, but I'm not a hulk or anything.
I got to know Ryan Jameson a lot better through biology class. He was like me in many ways. We were both the only child in our families, and lived with our moms. It turned out that he enjoyed basketball too, but just didn't play at school in fear of being picked on.
One day, some of my buddies asked me to come along to a party with them. I figured it was okay since my mom was on a business trip. So we all met at my house and left at 10 pm. The party was wild, with lots of booze-drinking and toking. I had a couple of beers, that's it. A bunch of us went down to the basement and socialized with girls. One girl, who looked like plastic, came my way. Her hair was obviously dyed blond, her make-up applied a bit too strong, and her perfume gave me a headache.
"Hey, Kyle. You remember me, don't you? I'm Michelle from your biology class?"
Actually, I had no clue who she was.
"Umm... yeah I remember you... Michelle. So... you enjoying yourself?"
"Yeah, but you know, it could be better. I wanna enjoy you," she said pointing her finger at my chest. She came closer and put her face to my neck, smelling my scent (or something like that). I started to back away, but she pushed me down on the couch, and got on top of me. She was obviously a little drunk, and started to attack my lips and pull down my jeans. I managed to crawl away, and asked her, "You want something to drink?"
"Mmm... a gentleman and a stud? You've the whole package, don't you, Kyle?"
"Uh yeah sure. Be right back."
I went to look for the drinks. My buds were enjoying a bottle of rum, which I took from them since they were piss drunk. I took the rum and mixed it in with some punch and brought a glassful downstairs.
"Here, drink up." I said.
She chugged down the whole thing.
"Mmm... baby! That's some strong stuff. Now let's fuck."
I held her off for as long as I could to let the alcohol get in her bloodstream. Then, I got up knowing that she was drunk as a fish, and kissed her deeply on the lips. I said, "That's the best sex I've ever had."
She looked at me and blushed. "Mmm yeah it was. You have one hell of a cock. I'll see ya around then." Obviously, we hadn't had sex, but I made her think we did.
On the Monday following the weekend, she'd spread rumors around the whole school that we'd fucked.
This did miracles to my reputation, as almost every guy except me lusted after Michelle. At lunch, the guys asked me, "What was she like??"
"Awesome," I said.
"What, that's it?"
"Yeah."
"Well, apparently, you were quite a horndog, according to Michelle," said Mike, one of my friends.
"Meh," was all I said.
"She's spreading rumors around about Ryan Jameson too. She must be jealous! She said she caught him staring at you at least five times during class today. She's saying he's gay, and everyone in the school is gonna know by the end the of the day."
"Why don't people just leave the kid alone?" I asked, not really expecting an answer.
"Well, if he's a fag, we better bust his ass," Mike said.
"Right... yeah, I gotta go, I'll see you later guys." I said, getting up.
"Wait, Kyle, listen we have a proposition for ya," said Mike.
"Yeah? And what's that?"
"We want you to be friends with Ryan Jameson. Find out if he's a fag, and if he is, we'll pay you $200 to make out with him. Then we all go in and kick his ass."
"No way, guys. I'm not gonna do that."
"$400 then."
"No."
"$2000."
"What??"
"There's a whole bet going around the school, you know. People are putting down money on whether he's straight or gay. We've got $4000 from people, but we can only give half to you."
"And you only offered me $200?"
"Hey! It's the art of negotiation! And to be honest, Kyle, you'd better do this. The whole student body is expecting you to do this. If you don't, lotsa people aren't gonna like it. And if you don't do it, someone else will end up doing it anyway."
I had to think long and hard about this.
"I'll get back to you."
"Just keep an open mind, bud."
I left quickly, and tried not to think about it. If I didn't do it, someone else would do it anyway. I may as well earn $2000 easy. I already had Ryan's trust. I'd gotten to know him pretty well in biology class. It would be easy.
The next day, I got back to Mike and told him I would do it. He was thrilled of course, and told me how much of a good friend I was. I talked to Ryan in biology class. He seemed a bit nervous, probably because he'd heard the rumors going around about him.
"Hey, Ry, you okay? You look nervous or somethin'."
"Yeah, I'm good." He replied.
"You sure? If you wanna talk to me, it's okay ya know."
"Thanks, Kyle."
"Are you up for some b-ball today?" I asked.
"What? Me? Basketball? With you?" he said stuttering.
"Yeah, if you don't wanna, it's okay."
"No! No. I do. I mean yes, when can I come over?"
"How's 4pm sound?"
"Great."
"Cool. You any good?"
"I try," he said.
We met at 4:00 pm as scheduled. I saw him walk up my driveway from my window. I was stunned, to say the least. He actually wasn't wearing plaid! He was in a Lakers jersey, with a Nike cap on and adidas tear-aways. Damn, he looked pretty good. Wait, you're not supposed to say that about guys, are you?
I came outside, dressed similarly to him, and we warmed up taking some shots first. Then we worked on our lay-ups. He was pretty good. We played one-on-one, and to my surprise, the little shit beat me. He was small, and I thought I was almost a foot taller than him, though he seemed taller now. Ryan was awesome on defense. The only shots I got in were by fluke. I was even a bit embarrassed to be beaten by this guy.
"You're damn good."
"I said I try."
"So do I, but you're kickin' my ass." I said.
"You're surprised?" he asked.
"Well... yeah. I mean, I thought the taller, the better. You proved me wrong."
After a few hours of basketball, we went inside to get some drinks. We were sweating like crazy.
"Have you grown? You looked taller out there today," I asked.
"Since September I've grown three inches," he said.
Well, no wonder he looked taller. I hadn't even noticed before.
"That makes you how tall?"
"5 foot 7. How tall are you?"
"6 foot 3. I think you're still gonna keep growing. But I've never seen anyone grow that fast at this age."
"I'm a late bloomer," he said.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked.
He didn't say anything for a while.
"Do you-" I was about to repeat, but he held his hand up to me.
"No. But I heard you were going out with Michelle."
"No, it's not true. I barely know her."
"But you had sex with her didn't you?" he said showing a bit of anger.
"No. She was piss drunk and just thought we did. She tried to, but I stopped her."
"Did you stop her cause she was drunk, or because you didn't like her?"
"I guess it was a bit of both." I said.
"What girls do you like?" he asked.
I suddenly didn't know what to say. Sure, I knew which girls were hot, but I didn't wanna go out with any of them.
"There's no girls I like right now."
"Same here." He said.
Fuck, it's getting awkward, I thought. I may as well just get this over with.
I placed my hands on his face and kissed him deeply on the lips. He was surprised, but he seemed to enjoy it. He kissed me back. We made out, just standing there for a few minutes. We finally pulled away to get some air, then continued to make out. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.
No girl could ever compete with the feelings this boy made me feel. When he kissed me, I felt a surge of energy flow through me. All of a sudden, I felt alive as if I'd never really been living before. I found myself taking off Ry's shirt, and he took off mine. He sucked on my neck, leaving a light hickey. We kissed our way to his bedroom, and slowly I lay back on the bed with him on top of me.
"Wait," he said.
I looked at him in anticipation.
"We should slow down." He suggested.
"Yeah."
So we lay on his bed just kissing each other and running our hands up each other's bodies since we were shirtless. Ryan had lots of muscle definition. I felt every curve of his muscles, running my fingers through his six pack, going up the line from his abs to his chest.
We slowly drifted off to sleep, and before we knew it, it was the morning.
I slammed on the snooze button as usual. Suddenly, Ryan jumped out of the bed.
"It's the morning??" he yelped.
"Mmm... yeah looks like it." I said wiping my eyes and stretching.
"My mom's gonna kill me. She knows I went to your house, but not a sleepover," He said.
"Don't worry, tell her you were here for our biology project and just fell asleep."
"Okay." He said.
I kissed him and he melted into my arms. We showered (separately) and I poured us some cereal. We ate quietly, occasionally rubbing our legs together and holding hands. This was all new to me. I really liked this boy. Did that make me gay? I'd have to think about it. I'd never really, really liked a girl, but then again I'd never really liked a guy sexually either. But Ryan turned me on like nothing else I'd ever experienced.
I drove us to school that day, and people were not surprised to see him coming out of my car. They must've figured that it was part of the bet.
I saw Mike and my other buddies at lunch that day, and of course he asked me about my progress with Ryan.
"I heard you drove him to school today."
"Yep. I did."
"Well? Come on, details please."
"He's straight," I lied.
"What??"
"I tried to kiss him, but he told me to stop. He said he's not gay."
"No way! But Michelle... she said she was positive."
"She said she saw him staring at me. That means nothing," I said.
"Damn. I put in $50 saying he's gay."
"Your loss." I said.
"You like the kid, don't you?" he said.
I froze. What could he mean by that?
"He's a good guy, I dunno why everyone treats him so bad."
"Why do you bother sticking up for him?"
I could tell that an idea had struck him when he looked dumbfound for a moment.
"He is a faggot, isn't he... You're just trying to protect him," he said.
"No... he's straight. Trust me."
"Look, Kyle, I'm trying to trust you right now. But recently, you've been one shitty ass friend, you know that?" He pointed out angrily.
"Mike, just chill, k? It's not a big deal. I've known you since we were 10. Don't you trust me?"
Yes, it was true that I knew Mike since we were 10, but it's also true that he'd always been an asshole. I think it runs in his family, 'cause his dad was an ex-military guy and he's an asshole too. Socially, he was good to have around. But as a friend, I knew I couldn't trust him.
After school, I went out to look for Ryan. I wanted to see him again and maybe come back to my place or just go to his place. His locker was in a different hall from mine. I think it was in the business hall. His bag was still in his locker because I could see the strap coming out of the door. I walked down the hall towards the exit. Maybe he was outside. I heard voices coming from the bathroom. And I heard someone cry out.
'RYAN!' I thought. I ran into the washroom and the sight horrified me. There was Ryan curled up in a ball being kicked by Mike and all my buddies. Mike's zipper was open and his cock stood out, erect.
"Kyle? Come on in, we're gonna get this guy to suck us all off. That'll show the faggot, and he is a faggot."
I exploded with anger and leapt on top of Mike. I brought punch after punch down on his face. His nose poured out blood and I think some of his teeth were falling loose. The other guys backed away and left the washroom. Mike was barely conscious. I went over to Ryan and brought him close to me. I embraced him and kissed him, making sure he was alright. His ribs weren't broken, but bruised along with his back. I brought him out of the washroom and carried him over to my car. At my place, I took care of some of his cuts and put some muscle balm on his bruises. I looked him up in the phone book and called his mom, telling her that Ryan was working very hard on a biology project at my house.
For a while I just stood there and watched Ryan sleep. He woke up later that night and we talked a bit about what he'd been going through.
"They've been trying to get me to suck them for a few months now. I wouldn't do it, so they just kicked me instead. They told me about the bets... and it's true, I'm gay. They told me that you were gonna make out with me to see if I was gay."
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Ryan. I took the money and I did kiss you because of the bet. But I found out that I liked it. I like you... you know, in that way," I said shifting uncomfortably. I continued, saying, "Look, I think I may be gay too. I really liked kissing you. And don't worry, I told the guys that you're straight. And I made sure that it got around the whole school. Your name's cleared now. Mike and the guys are just angry 'cause they lost the bet."
"Thank you, Kyle. Really, I mean you've made me so happy these past few days."
"You've done the same to me, Ry."
"And you know what?" I said.
"What?" he asked.
"I think I'm falling in love with you."
And I kissed him.
Over the next few weeks, Ryan and I bonded better than two hydrogens bond to one oxygen. Okay, bad example. But yeah, we fell deeper in love with each other every day that we were together. Mike and my old buddies just ignored us, and we ignored them. As I started to hang around Ryan in school, people stopped picking on him and he started to make lots of friends. His friends soon became my friends.
One night, we were just sitting in his basement, and I asked him, "Why is it that you hardly ever cut your hair? You let it grow down to your shoulders."
He blushed before answering.
"Have you heard of the story about Sampson?"
"No." I replied.
"Well it's a bible story. Don't think I'm a religious freak or something. But when Sampson was born, God blessed him with incredible strength so that he could defend his people from an evil nation. If he ever cut his hair though, he'd lose all that power and never gain it back. Sometimes I feel like Sampson, having to defend myself from people. So call me paranoid, but I didn't like cutting my hair."
It was true. He was so strong. I know that I couldn't have lived if I was tormented every single day of my life.
"You don't have to defend yourself anymore, Ry. We've got each other. And I'll fight for you, whatever it takes."
"I know. But guess what? I'm gonna cut my hair tomorrow."
And he did cut it. The stylist did a great job. His long hair had been hiding his electrifying blue eyes. And his new haircut was stylish. He looked like he could be an Abercrombie & Fitch model. I thought it looked awesome on him. His light brown hair had some natural blond highlights in them. That night, we had some... very memorable memories.
Eventually, his self esteem grew too. He stopped wearing his old plaid shirts and started to get with the new fashions. He seemed to like Abercrombie and Fitch a lot. It suited him well, and he assured me that he didn't buy their clothes because of their catalogues. Ryan grew up to 5'10" by the end of the Grade 11 school year, and he still had that sexy defined body. He was getting more and more sexy, sometimes we had sex 6 or 7 times a day because I couldn't get enough of him. Ryan became quite popular with the girls, and he was accepted as a friend to a lot of the guys at school. We played on the basketball team together in second semester. He found it easier to join because nobody was making fun of him anymore. I could easily say that he was one of the most popular guys in school.
He didn't have to thank me for that. I saw in him something that nobody else could see. I only brought out those qualities so that people could see them. He had a sweet personality, lots of energy, and stunning good looks. And eventually, people fell in love with him just like I did. And we're still very much in love.
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