AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a work of erotic fiction involving consenting teenage boys. All the usual rules apply. If you shouldn't be reading this - don't continue on, Yada, yada... You know the drill.
This is a love story which follows the lives of two teenage boys coming of age, coming to terms with their sexuality, and the realization of the love that they both have for each other. This story is not about unabashed gay sex orgy's; if that is what you are looking for, you won't find it here (at least not yet - the story is far too "innocent" right now and, as a writer, I like a lot of "foreplay"). :-) I hope you take the time to read the story in any event...
There will be some "experimentation" in the chapters that follow, and there may be more in subsequent chapters. Feel free to email me any kewl plot twists or ideas you have for part III). Don't get me wrong; It's not like I don't have any ideas, but I value reader input and ideas. :-)
It's been quite a while since Part I of this story, and I would like to extend my sincere apologies for the MAJOR delay of Part II to readers that emailed praise and wanted to hear more of my ramblings after part I. YOU are the reason why this next chapter came to be! If you missed Part I, (you really should read it), it can found on the Nifty Archives site.
Anyway... Enough of my rambling! Hope you enjoy!
~ Skipping School ~
Part II - Paul's Dilemma
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"So, you're SURE you want to skip with me man?" Dave asked, teasingly.
Looking into his beautiful sparkling green eyes I realized he wasn't just teasing me a little... he was teasing me a LOT... Daring me. Was there something behind those sparkling eyes? I hafta admit, that it excited me. Not really in the sexual sense mind you, but just the fact he was daring me. I'll tell ya... The idea of doing something "naughty" like skipping school with Dave re-ignited a fire. A fire that I had kept inside since I first saw him, and one that has been kept alive by my own, very vivid imagination.
In that split-second after he asked that fateful question, I realized that this is what I've always wanted, ever since we were in grammer school. A chance to get closer... A way to get to know him better. I mean, I have had a crush on Dave since the day I first saw him. We we never had the teenage sleepovers on the weekends, because Dave was so popular and had an entirely different group of friends, and I always chose to watch from afar.
You see, back then, I was considered "the computer geek", and most of the "popular" people avoided me like the plague. I was very into computers, I didn't do sports (because I didn't have an interest in them), and when I had to play sports I really didn't try.
I'm sure he didn't realize how deep in my heart his words echoed. I really wanted to be with him. I wanted to have him all to myself, if only for one day. I wanted to savor every minute we were alone together. I wanted to hold him in a tight embrace, and let him know I loved him. I wanted to look into his eyes and tell him I loved him. I wanted to run my hands through his red hair. I wanted to kiss every freckle.
Making it all the more exciting was the fact that skipping school was something forbidden by both of our parents (mine especially).
Deep down I still had that sinking, sort of a twisted stomach feeling that this whole thing could go wrong... VERY wrong... My parents and that damn Algebra test nagged at me from the back of my mind. But that didn't stop me.
"Ummm... Yeah! Let's skip!", I replied.
"Well then, c'mon!!" Dave yelled as he dashed off full speed from the sidewalk past the houses and into the woods behind, like a runner who missed the starting gun.
I followed.
<End - Part II>
I hope you enjoyed Part II of "Skipping School"... Comments, suggestions and ideas are welcome. Send your comments/ideas to PaperBack_Writer_1@hotmail.com. Flames will be blissfully ignored... SO THERE!