Date: Sun, 14 Nov 1999 03:12:33 EST
From: Jrm3x23@aol.com
Subject: michael-paul 5

Thanks to David for his suggestions and guidance.  This chapter is a little
different than the previous ones.  It goes into a lot of the thoughts and
feelings I had as a teenager.  As before, this story is one about the
friendship between two boys and the incidental sex they end up sharing.  I
welcome constructive comments and suggestions.  I can be emailed at
Jrm3x23@aol.com.


Chapter 5 - Tough Choices

     "Mike, I need to talk with you."

     It was Jenny, my girlfriend.  She confronted me at my locker while I
was getting ready for lunch.

     "Why don't you call me as much as you used to?" she asked.

     "I don't know, I'm busy with my soccer team and my classes are tough.
My parents are concerned about my grades and I guess I'm studying more than
I used to." I answered rather lamely.

     "Yes, but you seem to always have time to be with Adam and I'm a
little confused.  Some of the guys on the football team think you two are
gay.  One of the guys asked me why I'm wasting my time with you and I think
he has a point."

     "What do you think, Jenny?  You know that I get excited when you and I
make out.  If I were gay, I wouldn't like you or any of your friends at
all."

     I was in complete denial.  I wanted to be more than just a friend to
Jenny, but I also knew I enjoyed Adam and the sexual things he and I did.

     "Mike, I'm sorry, I would like to see other guys and I hope you
understand this.  You're a sweet guy, but you don't pay attention to me
like some of the other guys.  I'd like to still be friends but I think you
and I are not forever."

     I felt devastated.  Up to now, I thought I could have it both ways.
Seeing her walk away left me with a pain in my gut about like someone had
just punched me.  I also had to worry about the fact that some of the guys
on the football team thought I was gay.  To them, soccer was a "faggy"
sport anyway.  They were big and ruled the school with an arrogance that
would make it tough for me if I was `out.'

     I was very confused.  I went to the library to read and study so I
would get my mind off Jennifer.  After an hour, I looked up and noticed
that it was 3:00.  I had promised my mom I'd be home to do some chores and
I was now going to be late.  I gathered my stuff together and made my way
to my pickup truck.  I walked to the student parking lot.  Next thing I
knew, I was on the ground and in pain.

     "If it isn't the cute soccer player, Mikey."

     It was Tim, one of the linemen on the football team.  He had two other
guys with him.  They had blindsided me.  I tried to get up but Tim's foot
rudely pushed me back down.

     "You think you're cute, don't you?  Man, I think your nothing but a
little cocksucker and I don't want to have any cocksuckers here at
Eastshore."

     He turned to his friends.

     "What do you think we should do to the faggot, here?"

     Just then Adam and another of my teammates, Eric, rounded the corner.
I was picked up and gently placed on my feet.

     "We'll talk later, Mikey," said Tim.  With that, he and his two
buddies took off.

     "What was that all about, Mike?" asked Adam.

     "Well, I'd rather not talk about it."

     With that, I got into the truck and drove home, more confused than
ever.  This is the first time I ever really had to confront the
consequences of my fooling around with Adam.  I had had sex with Jennifer
once and I even enjoyed it, but there was something more powerful about
having sex with a guy.  I like the feel of another cock in my hands, going
down and slowly working it over in my mouth.  I love to watch a cock shoot.
I enjoy seeing a good friend like Adam being pleasured and I enjoy what he
does to me.  Damn, why does this feel so natural and yet, almost everybody
else thinks this is weird at best and a mortal sin at worst?  Why should
anybody else really care what I and those I like do for pleasure?  I mean,
I really don't care how Tim relieves his hard-ons, why should he be so
worried about me?

     I arrived at my empty house.  Mom was still at the part time job she
worked at.  Adam had just left a phone message and said he was coming over.
Man, I really needed some time to think this through.  At the same time, I
was glad he was coming over.  He was a true friend and he was just
concerned for me.

     Adam knocked on the door and I invited him in.

    "Hey Mike, you really had me concerned, the way you ran off like that.
What was Tim doing?"

     "He was going to pound me."

     "Why?"

     After a long pause, I started, "Tim thinks I'm gay.  You know Adam, I
never really thought what you and I do together as being gay, it is just a
lot of fun.  Jennifer broke up with me and told me that some of the guys
think that I'm gay.  I guess Tim is one of them and he let me know that he
doesn't like me."

     "Geez, Mike, you've been through hell today."

     "Adam, I need some time to think.  Thank-you for coming over, but I
need some time alone."

     "Give me a call, Mike, I'll be home if you need to talk, I love you."

     It was weird when Adam said that: `I love you.'  I had heard my
parents say those three words all the time, but between two guys?  Yet,
that's how I really felt about Adam.  I swore that I would tell Adam that I
loved him the next chance I got.

     I decided to take a shower to relax a little.  I undressed in the
bathroom.  Who is this guy looking back at me in the mirror?  He has a
great body and cute face.  He has a lot going for him.  Why is he so
confused?  I got in the shower and felt the soothing water run over my
body. I took the soap and started washing.  As I washed my fully developed
manhood, I started to get hard.  I quickly got out of the shower, dried
off, went to my room and got in bed.  `Hey, why not?' I thought to myself.
I took my cock in my hands and decided that after the day I'd had, I was
going to do something nice for myself.  I stroked my nice slender shaft in
my normal slow and sensual way.  After a good, powerful ejaculation, I
quickly fell asleep in the warm bed.  I felt secure again.

     The next day was Saturday.  There was Adam, driving into the driveway.

     "Hey Mike, come on, you need to come with me, let you mom know we'll
be in town and we'll be back in a couple of hours."

     We headed off in Adam's parent's `Benz.

     " Mike, you and I are going to do something about Tim and his
friends."

     "I don't know, I really don't want to pick a fight with half the
football team.  Being gay is hard enough."

     "Yah, were gay all right, but that's nobody's business but our own,"
Adam replied.  "We're not going to pick fights with anybody, but we are
going to make it hard for them to pick fights with us.  You looked at
yourself in the mirror lately?  What do you see?  You see a pretty boy that
has developed nicely, but you and I are nowhere close to what we can be.
You and I are going to work out at the gym my family uses.  You are going
to be my exercise buddy and after a little weight training, we'll be just
as studly as the guys on the football team and we'll do it without the
steroids that they're popping."

     "Just think, the stuff they're taking is shrinking their nuts," I
joked.

     Yes!  Adam was right on.  In the following weeks, our bodies started
to change, although it was slow at first.  I became stronger as my muscle
mass increased.  I felt great.  Adam had always been this tall and lanky
kid, now he looked more like a young man and so did I.  Oh, did I mention
that sex was better than ever?

     Adam and I were wrestling in his room one afternoon.  The strength we
both had was still surprising to me.  His body was firm and muscular now
and having my hands on his sweaty breasts made me hard.

     "Mike, let's try something different."

     We took turns removing each other's shorts and we both stood in front
of the mirror in his room and struck several poses in the nude with nice
erections staring us back in the face.  Adam went over to his drawer and
produced some lube.

     "Go ahead and put this stuff on your cock and lay down on the bed,
face up," he said.

     With that, he gently straddled my cock and with his hand, he guided my
eager rod up to his ass.  My cockhead pushed against that tight hole of
his.  At first, it didn't want to go.  I then felt him relax and, wham, my
penis slid right into him.

     "Go ahead and make love to me, Mike."

     With that, I started to thrust, slow at first.  I didn't want to
accidentally slip out.  Adam winced at first.  After a minute or two, he
became much more relaxed and began to squeal with each thrust.  His manhood
was at its full extension and he told me to speed up.  I felt his hole
tense up and all of a sudden, he was shooting his warm jizz right into my
face!  Man, this was so hot that I started shooting my own load into him.
I looked up at Adam.  His eyes were now closed and his head was back.  He
had a very relaxed look and his breathing was slow but even.  I slipped my
cock back out of him and some of my jizz oozed out of his asshole.  I
licked him clean, working my way from his now softening erection to his
nuts.  I finished the job by licking my own cum around his hole.  We
embraced and kissed each other.

     "Adam, I love you."

     There were still some run ins with Tim and his friends.  But now, I
was about as big as he was.  It was interesting how he became more timid
towards me as the changes took place.  I even got the guts to tease him a
little about this change.  What I learned was that I really loved my body
and myself.  I was more confident than ever and I was now able to command a
little respect.  I love Adam.