Date: Sat, 26 Nov 2005 15:53:59 -0800
From: Boystory <boystory@comcast.net>
Subject: Gabriel-1

Hey.  Yes, it's a new story.  This story came to me while I
was on a business trip, and well, having to write this
chapter made me late.  Such is life.  This story is about a
Teen and an Adult male.  There will be some sex in it, but,
it's another story about a boy coming to grips with his
sexuality.  This story is different than my others in that
the boy in this story isn't Gay.

I want to dedicate this story to a very special adult
friend of mine.  He has been a rock in my life, helping to
stabilize a fairly tumultuous period in my life.  So, Mike,
this story is for you.

The normal disclaimers apply.  If it's illegal for you to
read this story where you are or because you are underage,
then please, read no further.  This story is fantasy.  Any
resemblance to actual events, places, or people is purely
coincidental.  In a fantasy world, things like STDs do not
exist.  Unfortunately, we do not live in a fantasy world.
So, if you are sexually active, please take the proper
precautions.  This story is copyrighted.  Posting this
story, or reproduction of it is against the law.  The
author reserves all rights to this story.

I love receiving email from readers about my stories.  You
can reach me at mailto:boystory@comcast.net

Or, I have a Yahoo group.  All of my stories or new
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Enjoy "Gabriel"

Lenny
boystory@comcast.net


Gabriel
Chapter 1

Up until this week, I thought I was your typical teen.  I
had a girlfriend, and we even had sex once in a while.  It
was great.  But this week something happened to me that,
well, changed everything.  Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't even
introduce myself.  My name is Gabriel, I'm 15, and live
with my dad.  Mom is away for a while.  I think it's
because she and dad are having some problems and they just
don't want to tell me.

Anyway, like I was saying.  About a month ago, I was
chatting in one of my favorite IRC chat rooms when I met
someone.  He was an older guy, like in his 40s.  We started
talking and kinda just hit it off.  He was so nice to me.
He told me all about himself.  One thing led to another and
we exchanged pics.

I opened my email and found his picture there.  Man, was he
nice to look at.  It was kinda confusing to me, cuz I'm not
usually attracted to guys, but this guy just looked fucking
good to me.  I couldn't wait to chat with him again tonight
after I got home from school.

I got home that afternoon, and checked my email.  I got
super excited cuz there was another letter from him!  I
quickly opened it and what I found really made me want to
cry.  Heck, I'm not going to try to explain it, I'm just
gonna put the letter in here.


Hey Gabriel:

I got the email with your pic today and, Man, you gotta be
the cutest 15 year old I've ever seen!  I don't want you to
think that I'm trying to butter you up so I can meet you to
have sex.  That's not it at all.  I just want for us to be
friends.

I am gonna be honest.  I am attracted sexually to guys your
age.  I don't want you to think I'm trying to hide it.  A
few years ago, I met a boy who at the time was about 14.
He and I got to be good friends.  We went to concerts
together, the beach, movies, all sorts of stuff.  Nothing
sexual ever happened with us.  We were gonna have sex once,
but it just didn't feel right so I said we should wait.

I regret that decision with all my heart.

Caleb and I were getting together about twice a week.  His
mom and I were good friends too.  She was all for Caleb and
I being friends.  She told me that since he had met me, his
grades in school were improving.  His attitude at home was
so much better.  He just seemed happy.  She told me that
she hoped that Caleb and I would continue our friendship
for a very long time.

Things were going well with him and me, until one afternoon
when I got a call from his mother.  She was frantic.  I
tried to calm her down and get her to tell me what was
wrong.  Finally, she had calmed down enough to tell me that
Caleb was in the hospital.  This news immediately pushed
everything else I was thinking about out of my mind.

Caleb was on his way home from school and, according to
some of his friends, someone stopped in a car next to him.
He went to their window and the next thing they knew, both
the car and Caleb were gone.

His mother got a call about 5:00pm from the hospital.  It
seemed that Caleb had been raped and beaten up so badly
that the doctor was unsure if he would survive.

I rushed over to the hospital.  I met his mother in the
emergency room and together we went to see Caleb.  What I
saw there made me want to find the guy who did this and
kill him slowly and painfully. Caleb was bruised on just
about every visible spot on his body.  He must have endured
such a beating that I was surprised he was still alive.

I held his hand.  His mother was crying, and so was I.  I
began to talk to him, hoping he could hear me. "Caleb.  Hey
buddy, you gotta fight man.  I'm here, your mom is here. We
both love you."

At that moment, Caleb squeezed my hand.  He opened his
eyes.  He looked at me and said, "Tom, do you really mean
that?  Do you really love me?  I love you sooooo much.  I'm
sorry.  I wish we had done it."

His voice faded as he said his last words.  Right then, the
heart monitor began to squeal.  A bunch of people rushed
into the room, pushing Caleb's mom and me to the wall.

They worked on him for about 10 minutes when the doctor
said that he was gone.  I was numb.

His funeral was two days later.  I gave the eulogy.

That was two years ago.  I haven't even talked to another
boy since.  Well, until I met you.  I would like for us to
become friends.  If it happens and we have sex, well, that
won't make me mad, but I will not force that on you.

Hearing all this, I know, you may never want to hear from
me or talk to me again, but I felt you needed to know where
I'm coming from.

I hope to talk to you again,

Tom


His letter touched me.  I was confused by it, because I
wasn't repulsed by the idea of me having sex with a guy,
let alone an older guy.  See, I'm not gay.  I'm attracted
to girls, and actually find them very attractive.  When I
jack off, I fantasize about girls.  I've never even had any
kind of fantasy about another boy.  But when I think of Tom
and me, well, doing it, I get hard.  Does this mean I'm Bi?
It's just very confusing to me.

That night I waited in the chat room for Tom to come in,
but he didn't.  I didn't see him for over a week.  When he
came in, I immediately send him a private message.  Here's
the log of our conversation:

(G-Boy):  Hey Tom.
(TomTom):  Hey.
(G-Boy):  I got ur email, man, I cried.
(TomTom):  I was afraid u wouldn't wanna talk 2 me nemore.
(G-Boy):  Dude, I wanna do more than talk.  I wanna be
friends.  Can we get together sometime and talk IRL?
(TomTom):  I'd like that.
(G-Boy):  Cool. How about SuperBurger on 57th and Main,
Saturday at 1 in the aft?
(TomTom):  Ok, I got ur pic an u got mine.  I c-ya then.

We talked a bit more about, well, just stuff.

After I got offline, I began to think about what I was
really doing.  I was meeting someone, someone that I really
didn't know.  But it's more than that.  This guy has
already told me that he's sexually attracted to boys my
age.  Everything I had been taught told me that I shouldn't
do this, but I just had this feeling that I needed to do
it.  Well, at least I chose a public place for our meeting.

That Saturday I rode my bike over to SuperBurger at about
noon.  I was kinda scared, but kinda excited too.  I
ordered a coke and sat at one of the tables so I could see
the door.

He showed up about a quarter to one.  When he came in the
door, I called out to him and he came to the table and took
a seat across from me.

We talked about our lives, just got to know each other a
bit.  Then I turned the conversation to Caleb and then us.

"I gotta tell you, I cried when I read your letter about
Caleb."

"That's funny.  I cried when I wrote that letter about
Caleb.  I really did love him."

"I can see.  What you two had together sounds like it was
special. I don't know if I can replace him, but I'd like
for us to be friends."

"I'd like that too, Gabriel."

We talked for a while, and, after we ate the lunch he
bought for us, we agreed to talk again.

I went home and sat in my room, thinking about what I
really wanted.  I guess I wanted a friend like Tom, but it
was just so confusing.  I was reacting like he was a girl.

I was getting a funny feeling in my stomach, like I do when
I see a girl that turns me on.

I got online and he was there.


(G-Boy):  Hey dude, I enjoyed our lunch today.
(TomTom):  So did I, G, so did I.
(G-Boy):  I been thinking.  Can we meet again?
(TomTom):  Yeah, you tell me when and where.
(G-Boy):  Can I come to your place?  Tomorrow?
(TomTom):  Are you sure you wanna come to my place?  Aren't
u afraid I'll do something?
(G-Boy):  I got the feeling I can trust you when we talked
today.  I really wanna see you, and heck, if something
happens, I really won't be all that upset.
(TomTom):  I'll email you the addy.


A while later I got his address.  In the email he said that
he had some things to do in the morning, but he would be
home after 1pm the next day.

I gotta tell you guys, I was excited.

(to be continued)

Author's Note:

I'm sure there are many boys out there in much the same
situation that Gabriel is in.  I want to take a minute to
talk to those boys.  (Even though they ignored my
disclaimer, as I knew they would.)

Guys, there are a lot of people in the chat rooms who don't
have what's good for you in their intent.  There are a lot
of guys who, given the chance, would meet, have sex with
you, and then forget you.  Please, Please, Please, be
careful.  I'm not trying to make you paranoid, but, you
need to be sure about who you are dealing with.

The next chapter of "Gabriel" will be out soon.  I look
forward to hearing from you about how you like this
chapter.

Lenny
boystory@comcast.net