Date: Thu, 29 Apr 2004 20:18:28 EDT
From: RainDude099@aol.com
Subject: Cali Boys chapter 2

This story is a work of fiction intended for a mature audience. All
Similarities between characters in the story and people in real life are
completely coincidental. This story depicts homosexual acts so if you do
not approve of this subject, please do not read any further.

This story is copyrighted by the author and may not be copied without the
written permission of the author, Scott MG.


Cali Boys
Chapter Two


 Chris floated there for a moment, replaying the incredible event and
touching his lips softly, before pulling himself out of the pool and following Ryan
into the house.  He couldn't bear to let himself pretend that they hadn't just
kissed.  He couldn't bear to let this moment pass bye without finding out why
Ryan had just broken the heterosexual rule of never kissing another guy--
especially with that passion.  Obviously Ryan had felt something just then.  He
had felt something and it scared him.

 Heart racing, Chris grabbed his towel off of the fold-out chair and rubbed
it across his chest and back and headed into the house.  He didn't even think
to dry off his wet feet, which left a trail of footprints across the
spotlessly-clean kitchen floor.  Chris had no idea what he was going to say when he
reached Ryan.  His head was spinning and he couldn't concentrate on anything
except for the lingering feeling of their passionate kiss.

 Standing outside his bedroom door, Chris took a deep breath and let it out
before pushing the door open and letting him in.  Ryan was standing at Chris's
dresser looking for a pair of dry shorts when he was interrupted and he spun
to face Chris who entered cautiously.  He was standing there completely naked
with his towel at his feet.  A few trails of water were still dripping down his
smooth chest and they caught Chris's eye as he scanned Ryan's beautifully
defined body.  His chest was rising uneasily and it was obvious that he was very
nervous at being caught naked.  Chris had seen Ryan naked before but not
lately.  Although Ryan had always been accepting of Chris being gay, he obviously
hadn't felt comfortable enough to take off his clothes in front of him.  Yet
here he was right now-- completely naked from head to toe.  His skin tanned and
his muscles clenched.  He was unsure of what to say.

 "Chris," he finally said and turned to face him full on.  "I'm getting
dressed."

 This was of course an obvious fact but Chris didn't care any less at the
moment.  His eyes were fixed on Ryan's and he entered the room, closing the door
behind him.

 "Ryan, I have to know what just happened out there..."  Chris said, his
voice starting to shake.

 "I told you to just forget about it Chris." Ryan said and looked down at his
feet, past his still semi-erect dick.

 "You kissed me," Chris continued, ignoring Ryan.  "How the hell can you kiss
me and then ignore it?  You know how I feel about you..."

 "Yeah," Ryan sighed and directed his eyes on Chris's with a strange
confidence.  "I know how you feel about me Chris.  And you know I love you.... but not
in that way....  What happened out there were just my stupid hormones making
me act crazy and feel things that weren't really there... honestly."   There
was a haunting quality in his voice that sounded as if he was trying to
reassure himself more than Chris.

 Chris stepped slowly and carefully toward Ryan until they were only inches
away from each other, like they had been in the pool.  He was so close; he
could smell the strong scent of chlorine in Ryan's messy wet hair.  He looked
directly into his eyes and slowly reached his hands down to his shorts, unzipping
them and letting them fall to the floor at his ankles.  The two of them stood
only inches away from each other, naked, and both with still slightly dripping
bodies.  Chris tried to copy the confidence in Ryan's stare as he spoke.

 "What do you feel right now?"  He asked as he stood completely still,
breathing slowly.  Every part of him wanted to take Ryan into his arms and feel
every part of his naked body against his own, but he forced himself to stand
completely still.  "What are you feeling right now?"

 "I..." Ryan started, searching for words while trying to control his
breathing.  His hands were starting to shake as he grew more nervous.  He was half
afraid that Chris was going to try something, with the look of longing in his
eyes.  But he was also half afraid that he himself would lose control.  "...God
Chris, I don't feel anything!  I'm sorry but I'm not gay!  I don't have those
feelings for you!"

 Chris tried to keep his voice steady and his eyes from tearing as Ryan's
words cut deep into him.  He bit at his bottom lip as he stared deeply into
Ryan's dark eyes.  There were so many emotions in his eyes-- he couldn't single out
just one.

 "I'm not gay Chris," Ryan said and sighed.  "You know that."

 A small tear began to form in the corner of Chris's eye as he spoke with a
harsh tone, "Then why are you hard?"

 "Chris..." Ryan sighed uneasily, as Chris's hand began to move toward him.

 He reached down to Ryan's hard dick and took it in his hand, stroking
slowly.  He couldn't help himself with Ryan, looking so hot, and being naked with a
boner inches away from him.  He couldn't believe what he was doing, but he
pushed away the thought of consequences and focused on Ryan's dick in his hand--
so hot and firm and under his control.  Chris looked longingly into Ryan's
eyes as he caressed his cock carefully.  Ryan's nervous shaking began to increase
and his jaw dropped a bit as Chris's hand wrapped around his cock.  But for
some reason he didn't pull away-- he looked back into Chris's deep blue eyes,
filled with longing.

 Chris only stroked Ryan's dick for a moment before the intensity of it
caught up with him and Ryan titled his head back slightly and closed his eyes, his
face washed over with a look of incredible pleasure.  A low moan escaped him
as he held onto Chris's dresser for support.  He couldn't force himself to pull
away-- he could barely force himself not to cum from the feeling of Chris's
hand on his throbbing cock.

 Chris could see what he was doing to Ryan and the feeling it gave him was
unlike any other he had ever felt in his life.  After years of wanting to touch
Ryan and perform countless fantasies, he was finally living one of them.  It
was like a fantasy in itself, as if the moment wasn't really happening.  He was
naked with Ryan and he was stroking his dick-- and Ryan was moaning in
pleasure.  It couldn't be real, but it was, and knowing that made Chris's hard dick
throb.  But it still didn't feel real to him and Chris was afraid that in a
moment he would wake up in his bed stroking his own dick.

 He began to speed up with his hand as Ryan moaned lowly again.  He was
beginning to ooze precum from the tip of his dick and his low-hanging balls were
moving closer to his body.  Chris was sure he was close and all he wanted was to
take Ryan over the edge and bring him to orgasm.  He wanted to be the one to
make him feel that pleasure.  He tried to find his voice in his throat so that
he could communicate to Ryan, but he was so caught up in the heat of the
moment it was hard for him to choke any words out at all.

 "Ryan..." he gasped finally.  "... Ryan, I want to suck your dick..."  Chris
couldn't speak anymore.  Seeing Ryan's face express such ecstasy and intense
feeling was almost too much.

 He started to drop to his knees when suddenly Ryan opened his eyes, erasing
the passion from his face, and pushed Chris back.

 "No," he said strongly.  "Chris, stop..." Chris's anxious hand released its
grasp on his dick and fell to his side.

 Chris was frozen, halfway crouched, looking up into Ryan's deadly serious
eyes.  He didn't know what to say and even if he did, he probably wouldn't have
been able to choke out the words.  All he could do was watch as Ryan took a
deep breath and wiped a drop of water from his brow before taking a pair of
shorts from the drawer at his side.  He slipped them on over his still wet legs
and forced them over his rock-hard cock before taking his shirt from Chris's bed
at his left and pulling it quickly, over his head.  Chris stood up and
watched Ryan move to the door.  He waited a moment in silence before he opened it
and turned back to him.

 "I've got to go..." he said unsurely and slunk out of the room and out of
Chris's sight.

 Chris just stood there in place; cold, wet, naked, hurt and alone.  He felt
as if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life and he was sure it was
going to cost him the best friend he had ever had and the greatest guy he had
ever known.  Now alone, there was no fighting the tears that formed in his
eyes and leaked down his cheeks.  He fell back on to his bed, his legs unable to
hold him up any longer, and he covered his face with his hands.

 He couldn't believe what had just occurred.  He had imagined this day
thousands of times but he had always hoped that it wouldn't have ended with Ryan
leaving.  His whole body ached as he cried and his head was spinning.  He felt
like he was going to be sick to his stomach.  Now there was nothing Chris could
do but take a deep breath and close his eyes tightly, fighting tears and
trying to turn back time.

* * *

 The warm summer night's air drifted through the open window into Ryan's
bedroom. He was lying back on his bed staring at the ceiling and breathing deeply,
as if the humid air was suffocating him.  Ryan opened his mouth to take a
deeper breath, filling his lungs, and letting it out slowly as his mind spun with
thoughts of what had happened that day.  His mind was so exploding with a
million different thoughts, questions and screaming voices.  His heart pounded as
he carefully ran his fingers across his lips-- his lips which had been
against Chris's lips only hours earlier.

 Ryan turned his gaze from his ceiling to his open window.  He couldn't see
anything but the overgrown bushes outside his window, and some of the sky as it
turned orange while the sun set.  Ryan loved watching the sky changing colors
until it finally went black.  It was like watching a spectacular lights show
that changed from blue to orange to pink and finally ended in black.  He and
Chris had watched a thousand sunsets and talked far into the black part of the
show.  But after the events that had occurred today, Ryan was afraid he and
Chris might not be talking as much.  He was afraid that he was going to be
losing his best friend.  A life-long friendship--gone because of a single kiss.  A
kiss that Ryan couldn't even understand.

 Ryan removed his finger from his lips, remembering the strange feeling that
came when he had pulled away from Chris's lips.  He bit at his bottom lip and
frowned at himself for what had happened.  He knew that it wasn't Chris's
fault for kissing him.  The blame was entirely on him.  It was his fault because
he had moved into kiss Chris.  But why had he done it?  Ryan's stomach began to
twist into uncomfortable knots as he retraced the steps that led to their
kiss.  Ryan told himself that his hormones had pushed him to do it-- that it had
meant nothing.  How could it have meant anything?  He was straight.  He didn't
like guys the way that Chris did.  He didn't like Chris in the way that Chris
liked him.  He didn't have those feelings.  He wasn't gay, he told himself.
He couldn't be gay.

 Ryan sat up and held his forehead in his right hand.  His head was still
rushing with a thousand unsettled thoughts.  He closed his eyes tightly, soaking
in the complete blackness behind his eyes.  He tried to clear his mind of all
the shit that had happened, but when his eyes closed he was bombarded with
thoughts and images of Chris.  Behind his eyes, Chris's smiling face appeared.
Ryan opened his eyes quickly erasing Chris's face.

 "God..." He whispered and held his forehead.  "What's wrong with me?"

 He looked around his room, walls covered with pictures of athletes and
half-naked women.  This was not the room of a queer, he thought to himself.  Not
that Chris's room displayed his sexuality in any way.  His walls held countless
pictures of musicians and bands-- people that Chris admired and idolized.

 Ryan shook his head as if it would clear his mind and then reached for a
glass of water sitting on his nightstand.  Bringing the glass to his lips and
taking a gulp of the unpleasant warm water, Ryan's mind instantly returned to
thoughts of Chris.  He was brought back to a memory of when he and Chris were
sitting in the mall at the counter of a fruit-smoothie and milkshake bar in the
food-court-- a place where they frequently retreated.  The two of them had been
drinking and talking about the usual subjects like school, sports and music
when suddenly the conversation had strayed.

 "Why don't girls like me?"  He had asked Chris in between sips from his
drink.  Chris had given him a look of surprise as if he had just asked the dumbest
question in the world.

 "What do you mean Ryan?  All the girls like you."  Chris's words seemed to
sting his tongue.  "What makes you think they don't like you?"

 "Dude, we're fifteen, every other guy in our class a girlfriend!"

 "So what?"  Chris asked, and returned to slurping through his straw while he
continued watching and listening with interest.

 "So, I guess I feel like I'm missing out on something..." He had replied in
a half-sigh.

 "You're not missing out on anything Ryan."  Chris had said knowingly.  "Most
of the girls in our class are dumb as shit.  You don't really want to date
some brainless cleavage, do you?"

 "Boobs before brains."  He had laughed, instantly seeing the hurt reaction
in Chris's eyes that his hetero comments brought, and then cut his laugh short.
 "...Nah Chris.  You know I'm not like that."

 "I know."  Chris had said, looking down into his empty cup and gave a
half-smile.  "Just don't worry about the whole 'dating' thing Ryan.  I mean, I'm not
exactly swarming with dates."

 "Yeah, but your not exactly out looking for them either."  Ryan had said, as
Chris locked eyes on his.

 "You'll find some girl soon man," Chris had said in a low voice that sounded
threatened by truthfulness.

 "Why do you think so?"  Ryan had asked, suddenly realizing how quiet the
surroundings had gotten as if the world had stopped spinning while listening to
their intimate conversation.  "What makes you think so?"

 "Because…"  Chris had said in a hushed voice after a moment of silence and
locked his crystal blue eyes on Ryan's patient eyes.  "...You're wonderful."

 Ryan's flashback ended with Chris's words still ringing in his ears.  He set
the glass back on his nightstand and took a deep breath, then ran his hand
through his hair.  His mind was suddenly calm but his heart still felt offbeat.

 "Chris," he said out loud to himself.  "What are you doing to me?"

* * *

 The days were getting hotter, Chris noticed as he entered the mall, passing
through the crowds.  With nothing else to do, Chris had retreated to the air
conditioned shopping center to waste his time for the afternoon.  It was a
Friday afternoon, one week after he and Ryan had kissed in his pool.  Chris had
never gone a week without talking to Ryan and it seemed as if a huge part of his
life was missing.  For the past week he had wasted hour after hour in various
locations around town; spending entire afternoons in the movie theatre,
walking for blocks with no destination in mind, and visiting nearly everyone he
knew from school and many of his family members.  Time had never passed so slowly
and he was starting to wonder how he could've survived the past years if he
had not had Ryan to spend time with.

 Chris tried to block Ryan from his mind as he walked through the crowded
mall.  There were, as always, tons of unbelievably hot guys inhabiting the mall,
most of who were with their girlfriends however.  Chris loved to stroll
through the walkways and admire the beautiful people he saw.  It made him feel like
some kind of silly schoolgirl to be checking out the guys as they passed but
he really didn't care.  It wasn't like he would ever hit on any of them.  He
knew he didn't have much of a chance with any of the guys that he observed.
Most of them were straight and the occasional gays he saw were considerably older
than he was, and already with someone.  Not to mention they were all of model
standards.

 Chris wasn't bad looking at all; he had perfect features, clear skin, a
toned body and beautiful eyes.  He was often complimented on his looks and he knew
that there were several girls in school that were attracted to him, but he
didn't' consider himself at the same level as most of the other gay men he saw
out in public.  Mostly because of the fact that he didn't obsess over the way
he looked, unless there was a special reason to look good.  Other than that he
just dressed casually.  Today he was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a
plain white shirt.  He wasn't worried about looking good today because he really
had no reason to.  Before leaving the house he had looked in the mirror and
been surprised at how plain he looked.  It made him think about how he would try
to dress especially well when he and Ryan would hang out.  Now that he and
Ryan hadn't been speaking for a week there was no reason to look better than
average.

 It hurt Chris to realize that Ryan had avoided him for a week but Chris
tried to block that out from his mind and focus on various items in the mall to
pass his time.  He was looking carefully through several shirts on display in a
window when he suddenly realized that Ryan had one of the same shirts.  A red
shirt with an emblem sewn on to the chest.  Chris remembered this shirt well
on Ryan-- how it fit his form, displaying his muscular chest.  There had been
so many times when Ryan had worn this shirt and Chris had had to fight the urge
to reach over and pull it up and over his head.  He loved the way Ryan looked
in that shirt.

 He wondered if he and Ryan would ever talk again.  He had called Ryan to
apologize a couple of days after their incident and Ryan hadn't called back.  He
was sure that Ryan hated him now and was busy with their other friends,
laughing and making gay jokes at Chris's expense.  At the moment he was probably
with Jake or Mark or one of the other guys from school, sitting around on the
beach laughing about Chris Banks, the disgusting faggot.  The thought made
Chris's heart ache.  He didn't really believe that Ryan would betray him like that.
He wanted to believe that Ryan was just busy with things at home.  He wanted
to believe that he'd return his call.  But something told him things weren't
going to be the same.  He knew it was impossible to change back time.

 As Chris stood, daydreaming of Ryan while staring at the shirt in the window
he suddenly felt like someone was watching him.  He turned sharply to see a
crowd of guys about his age, walking a few feet behind him, laughing about
something unknown.  Chris nearly laughed at himself, thinking he might've seen
Ryan in the crowd of teenage guys.  He was about to turn back when his eyes
locked on a pair of dark brown eyes in the crowd, watching him.  Chris's jaw nearly
dropped when he saw Ryan trailing in the crowd of guys, staring back at him--
and wearing the red shirt that Chris had been admiring in the window.

 Their eyes met for only a moment before Ryan moved on with his friends and
re-entered their conversation and started laughing.  He didn't look back again
at Chris's blank and longing stare.  He didn't seem to care at all that his
best friend was waiting for a sign from him-- any sign.  Ryan just rounded the
corner in the mall laughing at some meaningless joke with his friends and acting
 as if he hadn't even seen Chris.  Chris just watched him leave with hurt in
his eyes and his bottom lip quivered.  He felt his whole world crashing down
on top of him and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold its weight for
very long, but he willed himself not to break down in public.  He blinked away a
persistent tear and took a deep breath, struggling to walk in the opposite
direction that Ryan had gone.

 After a few moments of walking in what seemed like the judging glances of
everyone around him, Chris found himself at the food-court at the fruit-smoothie
and milkshake bar.  He sighed and willed away more tears as he remembered the
countless times that he and Ryan had come here.  It had been like their
hang-out spot when there was nothing better to do.  He remembered the many
conversations they had shared here and the different experiences that had occurred at
this spot.  Chris flopped down awkwardly in to one of the chairs at the
counter and ran his hand through his hair.  He closed his eyes and tried to calm
himself.  Everything seemed to be building up inside of him and he knew he
wouldn't be able to handle it for much longer.  Chris wondered for a moment if his
life would be at all easier if he could come out to his parents.  At least then
he'd be able to talk to them about the things in his life-- about Ryan.  But
all hopes of that chance vanished quickly when he remembered exactly what his
parents were like and how they felt about the subject.

 Chris sighed again out loud and shook his head when the man behind the
counter asked him what he was ordering.  He didn't want anything to drink, although
his mouth was completely dry.  He just wanted everything to be alright again.
 He just wanted something, or someone to tell him everything would be ok.  He
needed that someone or something desperately.  Then suddenly Chris's clouded
thoughts were broken when he saw someone sit down a few chairs over.

 A teenage boy, about the same height as Chris, with blonde hair sat down and
glanced over at him.  At first sight Chris thought Ryan had sat down but the
wishful thinking passed and Chris realized he was looking at a complete
stranger.  A very attractive stranger.  The boy turned to him, noticing he had
gotten Chris's attention, and flashed him a short smile and a familiar look with
his bright green eyes before turning to the man behind the counter and asking
about a drink.  Chris turned quickly away from him and tried to comprehend what
had just happened.  A very attractive guy had just given him a look of
interest and Chris was sure he was still looking at him while he had his back turned.
 Someone was actually checking him out.  It was too bad that the only person
he was thinking about at the moment was Ryan.

 * * *

 Chris's piercing blue eyes were burnt in to Ryan's head as he sat back on
his bed that night.  The look that Chris had given him in the mall made him ache
inside.  It was torture to know that he was hurting someone he cared about so
much, but Ryan told himself it was for the best.  He had to spend some time
away from Chris to get his head back together.  Ever since the day they had
kissed Ryan hadn't been able to stop thinking of Chris.  Every time he closed his
eyes all he could see was Chris's smiling face, and his words from past
conversations rung in his ears.  The night that Chris had told him he was gay and
had said in a tear-filled voice, "Ryan, I'm in love with you."

 Ryan glanced around his room at the pictures on his walls.  The beautiful
women that he had pinned up didn't seem as attractive as they had before.  There
was uneasiness in the room and Ryan felt like he didn't belong in it.  He
scanned his walls from the pictures of the women in bikinis to the pictures of
the athletes and suddenly something was stirring inside of him.  His eyes
stopped on a poster of a professional surfer, posing on the beach with his
surfboard, wearing only swimming shorts and not the usual full-body suit.  The man's
body was defined and muscular-- perfectly sculpted and his bright smile pulled
the whole picture together.  Ryan couldn't take his eyes off of him.  He
admired the man for several minutes, his eyes traveling over every part of his body,
and Ryan's dick started to harden.  Slowly he undid his shorts and pulled out
his dick, stroking slowly from the base up.

 He suddenly realized what he was doing and gasped out loud, quickly
diverting his attention to the women on his walls.  How could he be jacking off to a
man when there will gorgeous women right in front of him, with their perfect
bodies covered only by tight bikinis?  Ryan's breathing slowed down as he moved
his hand a little faster over his erect dick.  He tried to create a fantasy of
the women in front of him.  He imagined lying down with them in the sand,
stripping off his shirt and his shorts.

 Ryan closed his eyes and moaned softly trying to finish the fantasy.  But as
soon as his eyes closed all he could see was the look in Chris's eyes as he
jacked him off in his room.  Chris standing in front of him naked, with beads
of water running down his firm body-- and he was stroking his cock for him.
Chris was giving him a fucking hand job and looking in to his eyes with a
burning passion.  Chris moved his hand faster, from his pubes at the base of his
cock to the precum dripping at the tip.  The movement sent an incredible
sensation over Ryan's body and he let out a long moan as he came, shooting his warm
cum on to his firm stomach and chest.  Ryan opened his eyes, washing away his
fantasy.  He looked down at the mess on his shirt that had resulted from his
fantasy and then reached for a tissue at his nightstand.  Cleaning up, he tried
to understand what was going on in his head.

 He took his cell phone off his nightstand and dialed the familiar number.
After only a couple of rings the familiar voice answered and Ryan took a deep
breath, trying to find his voice.

 "Chris," he said solemnly.  "I want to talk..."

To be continued