Joey and Joshua: The Prelude. Chapter 2: Love Revealed. By Randy P.
Disclaimer: These stories are a work of fiction and contain descriptions of homosexual sex. Any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental. If this type of material offends you, or if you are forbidden by law to read it, please exit the story now. Email comments may be emailed to: usam1a2mbt@yahoo.com. Flames will be deleted without comment. The usual copyright laws apply.
Note on the Prelude: This prelude is written to provide for the setup of the main story involving Joey and Joshua and contains time gaps that may or may not be expanded in the future.
Dedication: This series is dedicated to my first true love, Scott. I'll never forget the fun and love we shared, Scott. I miss you terribly. I've decided to call one of the characters Scott in this story as a tribute to what we had, love.
I didn't know how I was going to deal with this. What was I feeling? Could a 13-year-old and a 16-year-old truly love each other? The wonderful moment we had together changed everything I thought I knew about love. Oh, I wanted so bad to hold him in my arms and gaze into his liquid brown eyes. I wanted to pleasure him, to be pleasured in return. With crystal clarity, one thought came through the jumble of emotions I felt: I loved Scott. I really don't know how long I had subconsciously loved the kid. My next thought was does he truly love me? Or was it just the lust of a teenager just exploring a new part of his life? I think he'd already proven that in my arms on the couch when I asked him what he would do if I had left. I think I owned him an explanation.
I heaved myself off the bed, and felt my shorts begin to tent again as I anticipated seeing that handsome kid again. Oh man. Just as I reached the door, it flew open, hitting my semi-rigid rod, causing me to groan in agony and clutch my privates, falling to the floor on my back. In the door was Scott. Taking in the sight, he began chuckling, which quickly turned into doubled over hysterical laughter.
I sat up and screamed at him, "Don't you know how to knock?"
That was all he needed to collapse on the floor howling. This annoyed me so much that I quickly got up and jumped on top of him and tickled his ribs while trying to ignore the ache in my groin. He tried to force me off, but didn't have the strength to move me. I quit when his face started to tinge with the blueness of oxygen deprivation and he began to gasp. I waited until he got some breath back and gave him a solid head-spinning kiss.
"Wow," was all he could say. "What did I do to deserve that?"
Climbing to my feet, I extended my hand to him, helped him up, and pulled him onto the bed where we got into comfortable sitting positions.
"Scott, I owe you an explanation for calling you babe," I started.
He interrupted, "Josh, it's okay. You didn't mean it bad."
"Let me finish, okay?" I got out in a rush.
He quieted down and looked at me with those adoring puppy-dog eyes.
I just melted and finished, "I did that because I love you, babe."
He took a moment to digest that, and to my surprise, launched his body at me, pinning me on the bed. He slapped such a hard kiss on me that my head swam with the force he'd applied. My passion for him simply took over, and I wasn't even aware that we were stripping each other without a care for the consequences. We were focusing on what we were feeling. He quickly had my rigidity in his mouth and was sucking for all he was capable of.
I grabbed him by the shoulders and said, "Wait! Let's try this a different way." Motioning him to lay on his side, I quickly repositioned myself so my head was where his swollen dick was and told him, "You suck me, and I'll do the same for you. Whatever you do, I'm going to swallow whatever you produce. Up to you what you want to do with the stuff on your end."
Looking at his face for a reaction, all I saw was a nervous smile. I began gently sliding my tongue down the side of his shaft, causing him to moan and involuntarily bite me softly. That set me off even more and I nearly blew, but somehow I managed to keep it from happening. We slowly brought each other to orgasm, enjoying each other's body. He climaxed first, his shuddering body causing me to shoot my load into his waiting throat. Oh man, that was so intense I was barely able to keep sucking him. When we were both done, he crawled around and lay facing me, kissing me tenderly with a silly, goofy grin.
"I think I'm starting to get the hang of this. The cum made me gag a little bit, but I managed not to spit any up. It tasted so sweet. Did you taste anything from me?" He asked in an anxious tone.
"I could taste a little pre-cum, the stuff you get before it's mixed with the cum and it tasted good. I don't think you are too far off from shooting, my little lover."
"Is that what I really am now? Your lover?"
"Scott," I replied, giving him a hug of assurance, "you mean more to me than anyone else I've ever been with. I don't know why I feel this way, but I do. I want every part of you, I love every little quirk that annoys me- and I can't get enough of you."
With that, he hugged me with tears in his eyes, and reached for my shaft. I rolled over on my back as he began to stroke me again, playing with my nipples as he did so. It was so enjoyable I just lay back with a smile as he took his time and brought me to yet another orgasm, the third of the day, and blew another load of cum. I repeated the exact same process to him- and I swear, there was little more pre-cum this time than before.
Afterwards, we laid there exhausted in each other's arms. When we heard the front door slam shut, we hurriedly got dressed and headed out to the living room to greet my parents and just kept going out the front door.
"Want to play more basketball, lover?" Scott asked.
I gave the area a quick look around and said, "Be careful when you say that. We don't want anyone to find out just yet, do we?"
"Sorry, Josh," he contritely answered. "Do you?"
"I guess I could give it a try, but I'm so wiped right now, it'll be hard to challenge you."
"Me too. I think I'm just gonna sit and enjoy the shade." We headed for our little secluded spot where we had first kissed and laid there talking about sports, just enjoying each other's company.
During the next two weeks, we took every opportunity we could to be together, even managing to wind up on the same teams together playing with the neighborhood guys. I knew some of them were starting to get a little suspicious of our closeness, but I honestly didn't care. Scott was my lover, and I was his. We even managed to get our parents to agree to let us set up a tent in my backyard and let us sleep out there for over a week. Of course, we made love several times a night, finding new places in our bodies to pleasure ourselves. Those were the best weeks of my life up to that point, just being with that handsome little brat who had stolen my heart completely.
Then the inevitable happened, as it always does. We were in my bedroom, and just had finished making love, pulled up our shorts, and was kissing with him on top of me. And wouldn't you know, just at that moment, someone choose to knock at my door. As my dad walked in, Scott fell off me unto the floor! It literally took me a second to recover and struggle to sit up. He took in our disheveled appearances, our positions, and just stared.
I managed a shaky smile and brightly said "Hi, Dad!" Scott fell over laughing and my dad just managed a wan smile. I thought to myself, we just outed ourselves.
But to my surprise, he only said, "Guess I need to get a lock for this door. Don't forget the cookout is in an hour."
Crap, I had forgotten the monthly cookout between Scott's family and mine. Dad started to say something else, but just turned around and walked out, closing the door behind him. Scott and I exchanged worried glances.
"Do you think he knows?" Scott worriedly asked.
"I really have no idea. I'm sure he suspects something from the looks he gave us. Sure didn't help any that I clearly had a boner," I worriedly said. I continued, "I guess we had better talk about what it means to 'come out' and some of the dangers involved in that."
Scott sat on the floor and listened as I explained, "To 'come out' means that people are informed one way or another that you are gay, without much regard for the consequences. Once you come out, there's no really turning back from such a position. It also means accepting what you are, without any regrets. There are some people who hate homosexuals to a point where they will literally attempt to harm you. They are called 'homophobes', and they are not a very nice bunch of folks. Do you remember Matthew Shepard?"
"Yeah, I heard mom and dad talk about that once. He was some gay kid in college that got beaten up and left outside to die, wasn't he?"
"Yes. Some people in a bar decided they just didn't like him and stated that he 'looked at them funny' or something and decided to teach him a lesson. They beat him up, tied him to a fence post out in the country, naked, and left him to die in 30-degree weather after hitting him on the head with a pistol. A guy who was out riding the next morning found him and took him the hospital where he died soon after."
Scott shivered, his expression a mixture of sadness and fear. "But why? All we do is love each other!"
"Because they are afraid of something different. If you decide you want to come out to your parents, we can do that. Or we can just say nothing and be a little more careful. I'm already out, so people expect me to be having sex with guys. You are not. It's a risky choice, Scott. But I also want you to know I will be there for you whatever you decide," I assured him.
He drew his knees up to his chest in what I recognized as his "thinking pose". After what seemed like an eternity, but was only five minutes in reality, he quietly said, "Josh, I'm gay. I guess I'm going to have to tell my parents and I think it'll have to be sooner rather than later."
I waited for a moment, and then asked carefully, "Scott, do you want to become boyfriends? That means we are totally committed to each other, meaning no sexual relationships with or chasing after other boys or girls. Would you want to do that with me?"
He just jumped to his feet, jumped on the bed, landing in my arms, giving me a huge hug and quick kiss. He managed to get out "yes" before he started tearing up. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the deepest contentment and happiness I'd ever felt.
Unbeknownst to me, my parents were discussing us in the kitchen.
"Honey, we need to talk about something," my dad said.
"Todd, What's wrong?" My mom asked after one look at my dad's uneasy expression.
"Helen, I'm started to get concerned about Scott and Joshua. I'm not quite sure, but I think they've been having sex or are thinking about it."
Helen's jaw dropped as she considered the implications of that statement. "Well," she slowly replied, "we always knew that Joshua would become involved with someone sooner or later."
"Yeah, but with Scott? Brad and I were always concerned this might happen."
"Todd, I'd rather it is someone we know and trust than some punk at school on drugs or doing heaven knows what else, getting Joshua into trouble of one sort or another. Joshua's had it rough enough at school already with being gay. If those two decide they want to have a relationship, I can't say I like the idea, but what can we do? Very little, I suspect. They've been friends since they were little kids. In a way, I'm not surprised. I think they are too young for this, but honestly, what can we do, honey? Forbid them from seeing each other? Tearing them apart if they do have a solid relationship? I say, although I don't want to sound like I approve, let them have their relationship and see how it goes. It could easily be a summer fling, over in a matter of weeks. Suppose our parents didn't want us to see each other when we were Josh's age. How do you think we'd have reacted?"
Todd stood there and thought a little on that, and nodded in agreement. "I really don't have solid proof, only bits and pieces like today." And he went on to explain what he had noticed. "We'll wait. I'll talk to them later."
"Todd, be careful."
"Don't nag, Helen. I'll be gentle, I promise."
After Scott and I had discussed about what coming out meant and decided to become boyfriends, we slipped on our shirts and went outside, taking in the aroma of sizzling burgers and 'dogs happily making our way to the picnic table. Dad looked up from near the table where he was setting down a cooler full of drinks while my mom was setting out various items for our cookout. He gave us an odd look I've rarely seen him use, and only when he was trying to analyze a situation that he wasn't sure about.
We traded looks, stopped in our tracks, turned around, and started going to Scott's house when my dad's voice boomed out, "Hold it you two!"
Naturally we were a little timid about going near him, but all he said was, "Josh, help your mom with getting some stuff out of the house. Scott, please help your mom."
Maybe it was the way he stressed the world "out" that made us look at each other worriedly, but we obeyed without a word.
A few minutes later, the Bumars and we sat down to eat. Scott and I were across the table from each other on one end. During the course of the meal, our bare feet kept touching each other's, making us more than a little horny. Scott's parents seemed oblivious to what was occurring between us, and my dad, sitting next to me, kept shooting glances at us. I figured he knew something was up.
After a half-hour of this, my dad beckoned to both of us, "Come on boys. Let's get the dessert out of the fridge." Again, the word "out" seemed stressed somehow. That gave me a very uncomfortable feeling for some reason. Brad, Scott's dad, looked up in surprise at my dad's tone of voice, causing my dad to give him a look that clearly said `LATER'. After we got into our house, Dad confronted us.
"Alright boys, I think I know exactly what's doing on. How long have the two of you been having sex?"