Date: Thu, 8 Mar 2001 17:33:51 -0800 From: Michael Chavers Subject: Like Any Other Day - Chapter Two This story is a work of erotic fiction involving teenage boys partially based on real people and recent events. Names have been changed to protect the guilty as well as the innocent. All the usual rules apply. If you're under 18, live in a country that doesn't know anything about curiosity, free distribution of knowledge, or is simply ignorant, ect, then you shouldn't be reading this now. Copyright Notice - Copyright March 7, 2001 by the author. This story is copyrighted by the author and the author retains all rights. This work may not be duplicated in any form, physical, electronic, audio, or otherwise without the author's expressed permission. All applicable copyright laws apply worldwide. Soapbox - Ok. Got alot of feedback. Shocked that the "beginnings" of my story created that much "noise". A lot of individuals that wanted me to stop this story line. I was told, well, it happens; but let's not press the issue. And some that thought the story was not "erotic" enough. I would say this. If we don't accept the past; the things that happen then we are cursed to relieve history. This story may start in despair, hopelessness and tragegy, but give it time. Read on. You will see how life, in all it's infinite colors tie together. And you will see the underlying theme. For those that wrote and gave me inspiration. Told me to continue, THANKS. For those that thought this hit too close to home, in light of recent events; asked me to let it drop I would say to you, "Be aware, be very aware of what is really going on in the REAL WORLD" :) Cause it could happen to you. And now off my soapbox. ROFL :) Oh, and I got so much response, shocked me. I had this ready to go, but didn't spell check it; so, hunked on phoncets werked on me. ROFL. You asked for it so here it is. Like Any Other Day. Chapter Two. "Damnit, where is James", I screamed at the nurse. She stood there shocked, mouth open and bedpan in hand. "I ... ER, I can't ...", she muttered, turned and walked to the bathroom to eliminate any signs of my bodily functions. I needed to know. I needed to make some sense of all this. She returned, solemn, replacing the appliance in it's appropriate place and left without a word. I slumped down in my bed. I started weeping. Not crying out loud but, low gentle sobs to myself. I mean, it started like any other day. I was content with my space in time, that day. Sure I was Gay (I always capitalize the "G" in Gay, even in my thoughts, 'cause I have respect for who I am and what Gay is about), but something is still wrong. Where was he? I fell asleep. Not drifted. Not some "fairy tale" description of a natural state. I fell asleep because I was tired. Tired of listening to my own mind. Tired of my surroundings. Simply tired. Reality. That voice again. Is it in my dreams? Am I awake? It is, damnit, it is! I open my eyes. Adam is here. I focus. He's enveloped in light from the window. He looks like an angel. Is he really here? "Adam?", I ask gently. "I'm here", he responds. "Where have you been"? Silence. Damn I alway ask the wrong questions. Even after all this, I am so insecure. "In the past", he replied. We all grew up together. I always felt awkward around Adam, because he was four years older than us. But he was always there. And always paid attention to us. Especially to me or so I hoped. He was a senior, four years ahead, at 17, and I a last year mid-schooler at 13. When I wanted to play basketball, he was right there. Teaching me how to do a jump shot properly. When I had problems in school he was right there, tutoring me. He treated me more like his brother that his own little brother Bryan. And at that age, I didn't see the jealousy brewing. Or if I did, didn't care. Being an only child, different, hell; I wanted find and accept "warmth" wherever I got it. He's still sitting there with his head in his hands. Silence and awkwardness. You know, that kind of silence that makes the universe sit up and take notice? I wanted to say something, knowing and not knowing what he was going through, or what he needed to hear. But to say something. He finally said it all. "I killed Bryan". A simple statement. "I know", I said. Well, that was certainly heartfelt. "I've got to go", he said. Again, I said "I know". He left without a word. Without a show of affection. His head hanging low and his very existence in tow; walking three steps behind himself. You could almost see his aura drain from him. And I knew I had put him in that place. Guess it's time to admit to you and myself a few things. Adam and I are lovers. Giving each other the greatest of pleasure and "scared" to death we may be discovered. It happened summer. Before a pick up basketball game. Adam laughed, and told me, "Well, guess we're going see how much my tutoring has helped you". I was scared. Scared to death. Him and Bryan (a natural athlete I may add), James and myself were actually going to "do" our first pickup game. Thirteen-year-olds, playing with a varsity member that I considered "GAWD". At the playground, the rounds of selection began and he picked me. Much to his brother's surprise. We played, sweat like pigs, threw elbows, got even more competitive and gave it all our best. We lost by two points. I was devastated. "Dude", Adam said to me. "You were awesome". "Keep to the basics. Do whatever is necessary. And your jump shot was right on target". I didn't, however, think I was that good. So sue me, I have low self esteem. Last time I looked that is not a crime. Later, in the locker room, when we was getting undressed; I noticed that Adam was looking at me. When I would meet his eyes, he'd look away or look down. "Wait", I thought to myself, "Is he actually interested"? Hell, I'm only 13 and he is 17. GAWD, I'm fantasizing way too much. All this time, Bryan continued sneering at me. "Why", I thought again? Another "Why". Always, "Why". I'm only 13; too young for all this drama. Not my job. Before I could really consider everything, James was at my side, giving me a playful "tug" on my dick and swatting me on my butt. Doing to me in a locker room what only a truly straight boy can do and get away with. Laughing, he said, "Get dressed you pervert". Got to love him. He's so straight and knows what to do. James had seen and was all right with it. He was alright when I wasn't. He saw my disconfort and came to my rescue. I had to talk to him. I invited him over for the night. Friday night for a sleepover. He accepted it. When he arrived, we went to my bedroom. He started. "Okay, Michael. I know you well enough to know you invited me over for more than a sleep-over. Talk to me". . Adam and I got closer. Little jokes here and there. Despite the age difference, we really understood each other. We spent more and more time together. Yeah, he was my "hero" and I thought about that. Was he an "older" figure that I needed in my life? Was he a "true" friend or was he just looking for adulation? Someone to look up to him? I knew, I got hard all the time around him. But was it just my puberty hormones kicking in, or did I actually "like him", ER ... "love him"? Aw, reality. At times such a turn off. Knowing all that, I still let him walk out without trying to stop him. Am I stupid or what? ---------------- OK ... Chapter Two. You like? Hang in there folks; gonna see what that relationship costs everyone and what it will become:) Email me ( gryndyl2001@yahoo.com ) if you'd like to see this continued.