By Jason

This story is completely fictional. Any similarities to any persons or events, past or present are purely coincidental. This story may contain scenes which involve sexual situations between young males. If this type of material is offensive to you, or it is not legal for you to be reading this type of material, please do not read any further. This story is copyright © 2006 by Jason. Please do not copy this story for distribution or post on any online server without the author's permission. Please send all your comments to: Thanks and enjoy the story.

Chapter 3

The entire time I was walking home I had a smile on my face. It was the first time I had ever kissed another guy and it felt incredible. Jon and I had to have been standing there by my locker in each other's arms kissing for a good ten minutes. As our bodies pressed against each other and our kissing continued both of us became very hard. I could feel his hard dick pressing up against me as I'm sure he could feel mine against him. It was a good thing the school was pretty much empty. Had we been caught I knew that both Jon and I would hear about it the next day.

As it was, we were alone in the hallway. Not wanting to risk anything further I put my things in my locker, except for the homework that I was assigned from yesterday as well as today. I then walked with Jon to his locker as he did the same and we both headed out of the school.

Talking with him I found out that he only lived a few blocks away from me and was in fact only a short distance to Sherwood Forest Park, one of the largest parks in our suburban city. When I was a kid, I used to take my bike there all the time and ride the trails back and forth. It has some really good hills which can get a bike moving fast. The faster I went the better it was. He gave me his address and asked if I would be interested in staying over with him on the weekend. I told him I had to ask my parents first and give him a call when I found out if I could or not.

We split up and each went our own way back to our homes. As I mentioned, I was smiling the whole way. That kiss, and his invitation to sleep over at his house on the weekend had made me as giddy as a young boy about to open his Christmas presents.

Walking into my house I saw my mother busy doing something in the kitchen. She heard me come in the front door and met me as I was getting my shoes off.

"Hi honey!" My mother greeted me. "How was your day?"

I started to snicker a bit. My mother always asked me that when I got home from school. The funny thing about it was that she asked the exact same thing of my father, word for word. "Fine mom." I answered her.

"Well you're in a good mood today. I take it you and Jon talked quite a bit since you are late coming home."

"Yeah, sorry about that mom. I had another run in with Paul but this time Jon was there before he could do anything and punched Paul in the face and knocked him to the ground. Jon had to spend some time in detention and I wanted to wait up for him to thank him." I told her.

"Well I'm glad that Jon was there to help you out, but I'm a little bit shocked to hear that he actually hit Paul." My mother stated.

"He had no other choice mom. Paul had pushed me up against the locker and threatened to do worse to me than to break my nose because I got him in trouble." I said quickly trying to calm my mother down a bit. "All he did was hit him in the face and told Paul to leave me alone. Thats when Mr. Rayne showed up and took both Paul and Jon to the office to see the Principal."

My mother thought for a minute before answering me. "I'm sorry Jason. But you know how your father and I dislike violence. However, even we aren't so set against it to not realize that sometimes it is necessary. I just want you to be careful around Paul. He's been getting more and more violent as the years go on."

"I know mom. I promise you, I will watch out for him and try to avoid him. Believe me, I don't want things to get worse."

My mother must have been fine with that because she changed the subject. "So you waited for Jon after school did you? I take it you walked home together."

"Yeah, part of the way. I found out where he lives and it's right next to the park I always ride my bike to. He asked me if I wanted to sleep over at his house this weekend. I told him yes but that I had to ask you and dad first." I answered.

"That would be fine dear, but you have to check with your dad first. If he says yes then you can go."

With that I ran up and gave her a big hug. "Thank you mom! You're the best!" I said.

She just chuckled for a bit. "Alright young man, upstairs to your room and put away your things, its time to go get your new backpack."

I ran up the stairs, almost slipping on the second step, and raced to my room. I put my books on my computer desk and headed back downstairs. My mother had already put her shoes on and was getting her keys and purse.

The trip to the mall took a little longer than it does for me to get to school. The mall and my school are actually on the same street, with the mall being only a couple blocks further up the road. It wasn't a big mall, but it had a grocery store, several smaller stores and a Zellers. I get almost all my school supplies at Zellers and often I go there to look at the bikes that they have there.

The bike I currently own is an old second-hand thing that my parents got for me when I was ten. I hadn't grown much since then, but even so, it does seem a little small to me. I had been saving up all the money from my allowance so that I could buy myself a shiny new one. Of course the color had to be either black or blue which is much better than the rust-red color bike I have now.

My mother and I entered Zellers and we headed for the part of the store that carries stationary items. I swear they have every type of pen ever created. I didn't like some of the more flashier type pens that seemed to be coated with a liberal amount of sparkles. Way to girly for me.

Considering this was October and school was only going to be in session for a couple more months before Christmas, the selection of school bags was actually quite good. I've noticed that stores like to restock back to school things as soon as a holiday season is about to start or finish. Not wanting to get anything too fancy, I looked around and opted to get a black and grey backpack that had ample room to carry a couple books and a binder as well as all my other school supplies like pens and calculator.

I think my mother was enjoying herself quite a bit as I poked and prodded my chosen school bag. I must have opened and closed each of the zippers at least half a dozen times.

"Did you find the bag that you like dear?" My mother asked me. I think she was trying not to laugh as she watched me. Admittedly, I don't go out often with her to do any shopping. I normally put up quite a fuss when one of my parents plan to drag me anywhere, so I guess the whole experience of me wanting to go shopping must have been quite amusing to her. Trying to ignore her obvious attempts to stop from laughing, I closed up all the zippers and told her that I had found the one I wanted.

She finally managed to get herself under control as we made our way to the front check-out. Of course my mother could always be counted on to share her mirth with everyone else, and that included the bored looking cashier. She was an older lade, must have been in her early fifties by the look of her. She had salt and pepper hair which was very curly.

"My son here dragged me out shopping today." She said to the cashier with a huge grin on her face."

"Really." She said, and equally huge grin appeared on her face. "Well, in my opinion you should take him to see a doctor. A young man wanting to go shopping? Never happens. I couldn't drag my son to a mall when he was a kid without him putting up quite a fuss. Yup, I'd have him checked out right away."

Both the cashier and my mother started to crack up right then. Later when we got home I found out that my mother and the cashier were actually good friends.

My mother paid for the bag and we left the store, me carrying my new backpack. Despite the teasing I got from my mother and the cashier, I was in a pretty good mood. As soon as we left the store my mother put her arm around my shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey. I couldn't resist. You know how bad you can be when we want to go shopping somewhere and you have to go along. I was really quite pleased that you are taking on some responsibilities. If this is what it will be like with you having Jon for a boyfriend, I want him around more often." My mother said.

"Mom!" I complained. "I just want to be able to spend as much time as I can with Jon and I don't want to have to lug around that heavy gym bag with me everywhere I go."

"I know dear. But it was still nice to see." she replied.

The rest of the walk home was uneventful. I was glad for the time to be passing by so quickly as I wanted to get back home and call Jon right away. Walking into the house, I went right up to my room, threw my new bag onto my bed, not even taking it out of the plastic shopping bag, and went down to the kitchen to use the phone.

The phone rang five times before a woman's voice answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, this is Jason. Is Jon there?" I asked her.

"Oh, hi. You must be the Jason that Jon has been going on non-stop about these last couple days. I'm Jon's mother, Terri, and Jon is eating at the moment. But I can have him call you back when he's done."

"Um...Oh. Sorry, I didn't look at the time. Thank you. Bye." I said to her, the embarrassment obvious in my voice.

I hung up the phone and sat down in my chair at the table. My mother wasn't making any dinner today as there was still lots leftover from yesterday, but I wasn't really hungry.

It was around that time that I heard my father pull up into the driveway from work. I heard the door of his car shut and then him opening up the front door. Getting out of my chair I ran up to him and gave him a big hug.

"Hi dad!" I said to him.

"Hi Jason." He replied. Then he chuckled. "OK son, either you did something wrong today or you want something. So what is it?"

I let him go. "Um, Jon asked if I would like to go to his place and spend the weekend over there with him. I asked mom and she said it was OK with her but only if you said yes. Can I go?"

Anxiously I waited for my father to give me an answer as he began to take off his work jacket and put his briefcase in the living room. Like a little lost puppy I followed him where ever he went.

"Yes Jason. You can spend the weekend at Jon's place." He finally answered.

Well there was nothing to keep me on the ground at that moment as I jumped up in the air and gave a big holler of pleasure. My father just smiled at me when I did that. "However!" He interrupted my celebration. "Before you can go, all your homework must be completed."

Boy when father's know how to set conditions they know how to set conditions. But I was determined to do anything to be able to be with Jon this weekend. "I promise dad. It'll be done."

He ruffled my hair up a bit with his hand and chuckled. "Alright. Now let me get out of my work clothes so I can get some dinner.

Shortly after six o'clock, the phone rang. My parents never had a chance to get it, not even my mother who was sitting in her seat next to the phone. I was in the living room watching a bit of TV when I heard the phone begin to ring. I was out of my seat like a shot and ran to the phone. I can't even remember if my feet ever touched the ground. It felt like I had just leaped from my seat to the phone.

"Hello?" I said into the receiver.

"Hey baby!" The voice on the other end replied.

"Jon? Hey man! I talked to my parents, and we're on for the weekend."

"That great! I'll let my mom know. She can't wait to meet you. I think I've been driving her up the wall lately."

I laughed. "Yeah when she answered the phone earlier she did mention something about you talking about me non-stop."

"I can't help it. I love you." He said.

A single tear rolled down the side of my face. I guess I didn't respond fast enough because I heard his voice calling me.

"Hey Jay, you there?"

"Yeah. I'm hear. I just got a little emotional. Its not everyday that I have someone who I love very much tell me they love me. I love you to baby." I finally managed to say.

"Well get used to it my love, because I plan on telling you that for the rest of your life."

"Same here. You are a very special person Jon. I'm so lucky to have met you. Even if I did it by knocking you to the ground at school." I chuckled.

"Yeah well, the next time I end up falling down I'm taking you with me!"

"Sounds like fun!" I responded.

"You're right. Listen, I got some stuff to do here. I'll see you at school tomorrow OK?"

"Yeah, OK Jon. Thank you again for calling me back. I love you baby."

"I love you too Jay. See you."

I hung up the phone. My parents both could see the smile plastered on my face, but they weren't about to say anything about my phone call. I then did something I had rarely done before. In the middle of one of my favorite TV shows I turned the TV off. I took some of the books from school to the kitchen, opened them up, and began to do my homework. Nothing was going to stop me from going over to Jon's house this weekend.

Things are really beginning to pick up for our two lovebirds aren't they? Sorry for stopping this chapter so short but I didn't want what happens next to be cut off in the middle. I would like to take this opportunity to thank all the people who have written me about my story. It means a lot to me. In no particular order they are: Andrew, Drew, Mike, Veronyka and Paul. Keep on send me those comments. You can send all comments to: