This is a story of friendship, commitment, love and trust. It is not a sex story. However, this story deals with love between two male teenagers. If you are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this story. There will be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the main theme. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to read this story where you live, don't read it. Reproducing this story for distribution without the owner's permission is a violation of that copyright.

West Fargo



I arrived in London at Victoria Station and changed trains. I had found out that Ian lived in a town called Lingfield, Surrey.

It took a little over an hour to get there, then I took a taxi to Ian's and knocked on the door.

A middle aged woman answered the door "Hello, May I help you?"

"Yes, I hope so, my name is Jason Phillips, I'm looking for Ian Roberts"

"Well, Ian was right. You are a rather handsome young man! Come in! Were just having dinner, you're welcomed to join us, love."

"Thank you, that's very kind of you."

"Ian! You have a guest! "

"Coming, Mum!" I heard Ian's voice coming from upstairs.

"Jason!" he screamed with delight as he flew down the stairs and gave me a big hug. "So, where are you staying?"

"Don't know. I thought maybe you could suggest some place."

"Sure, right here, so where's your baggage?"

I held up my backpack, "Traveling light!"

Later that evening we went for a walk. The air was so fresh and there was a full moon.

"So, what's up? And don't say, 'Nothing'. You didn't come all the way from Paris just to have dinner with me!"

"I need someone to talk to and you're it."

"What about?" he said coldly.



It's funny I could tell he had become distant, but I didn't expect the next

"And why do you think I can help you! If you have a problem with Alex take it up with Alex!"

"I just thought..." I mumbled.

"Well, you thought wrong! Why do you think I left Paris? I was tried of seeing you two! Always kissing. It made me sick! Do you have any idea why? How I felt watching you two? No! You bloody well didn't! Well, you can stay the night, but you can bloody well buggar off to France tomorrow!"

"I'm sorry I didn't realize..."

"Just don't say anything!"

I was completely confused I didn't think Ian was so adverse to gays.

I couldn't believe he hated me so!

"I'll leave tonight. I'm sorry, if I'd known you hated me so much I wouldn't have come." I was crying. I turned to go back to his house.

I felt his hands turn me around. He had one hand on each shoulder. We were both crying.

"You still don't get it, do you?" he said in a softer voice, "I love you, Jason! I've loved you since the moment I saw you in the cafe. I love you more than anyone else in my whole life! That's why I left Paris! It was killing me to see you and Alex together. He'd won. I was the bloody loser!"

I stood there; I couldn't move; I couldn't say anything.

"Think! Say something" I thought to myself

"So, you really did get a hardon when I slept in your bed?"

"Every time"

"So, what happened?"

" They were..." I started crying.

"They as in Alex and Claude?"

I nodded.

He pulled me into a hug and just held me occasionally giving me a gentle kiss on my head or neck.

I started to pull away from him I looked at his face. He had the absolute prettiest and intriguing lips, thin but slightly poutty.

"What?" he said.

"You have beautiful lips."

The next thing I knew I was kissing them gently at first and the passion flood gates opened.

My hand dropped to his crotch and I began gently rubbing his hardened member. He followed my lead.

In a raspy voice he said, "Let's go home or I'm going to cum in my pants. I love you, Jason. Race ya back!"
And with that he head for his home.

We arrived nearly at the same time. He opened the front door. The house was dark. So we quietly went up the stairs. A stair squeaked and I burst out in a giggle, so did he.

Finally, we got to his to and as he closed the door behind us we kissed deep and passionately. We stripped off our clothes as we forged our way in the darkness to his bed.

He started kissing my neck working himself down to my right nipple which gently began nibbling.

"I love you, Jason. I love you so much" he said as he moved over to the other nipple.

It occurred to me that I had not said that loved him. I did, but not like Alex.

"Ian, stop. Please, Ian, please stop!" I begged.

"Wha sa matter, my love?"

"I can't do this? I don't love you." He was silent. I knew it hurt. "Ian, didn't mean it to sound that way! I mean I don't love you like I love Alex. I love you like a brother, but I do love you, only not..."

"Shut up, Jason. I know. I was just hoping it was more. A brother, eh?"


"Older or younger?"

"Older, like someone I could always trust to be there. Someone when I need advise or just need to talk will be honest and give me advise or some times a cuddle."

"Right, how exciting." He said with very dry humor in his voice, "You get me all horney and now what am I supposed to do?"

"I guess I could give you a blow job."

"Would you?" he asked with some interest.

"Sure, bro!"

'Oh great! Now I'll be committing incest!"

"Hmmm, jack you off?"

"That might work! Nah, Nobody can do it as good as me?"

"Okay. What me to watch?" I giggled.

"Sure, might be kinky!"

He started, but after three or four yanks he said, "Can't do it with you watching! I feel like a one man sex show!"

"You are," I laughed.

We both laughed.

"Why don't we just talk?" he asked.

"I love you," I said.

"As a lover or brother?


"Damn!" he giggled then gave me a kiss on the lips.

"Brotherly kiss," he whispered.

"Yeah, right! On a scale from one to ten for a sexy kiss that was about 9.9!"

We talked about old times about how much I missed his poetry and his stories and the discussions sometime heated discussion over a plot.

"Ian you and your stories became a part of my life that I enjoyed and looked forward to everyday, even when we were at St Moritz I missed them. I even told Alex that I couldn't wait to get back to see you. But when we got back you were gone. I remember sitting at the cafe all day once and Sven came over and said, "He's not coming back anytime soon. Did he know how you felt about me?"

"Yes. Jason, why don't we go back?" "


"Paris, you stupid git!"

"I could paint here, you know English countryside and all."

"Yes, but Alex isn't here."

I don't know why but I broke down into sobs, I couldn't stop crying. It was like there was this huge empty void in my life that Ian had thrown me into and it was so lonely so dark and empty of love and it was consuming me.

"Bro, if there's one thing I know; it's that Alex is dying with out you just like you are dying with out him. So get your things and let's go first train leaves in an hour."

 To be continued...