The story below is a work of fiction. It is love story and will involve sex between young gay males.  All the usual rules apply. 
If it's illegal for you to read this or if you're under 18, don't!
You might have read the story before as it used to be in the adult friends section. But after editing it, I realized it was more a youth-oriented story.
The story here is the same as the original, but it was a little improved and the characters are a couple of years older to make it more real and believable. 

Feedback is welcome. This is my first story, so I'd love to know what you think,


Chapter 4

So we had decided to tell the guys. But it was easier said than done. We could never find the right moment and we didn't really know how to go about it so we kept delaying it. Before we knew it, another month had flown by and still, we hadn't told.

It was the end of April. Rob, Dylan and I were hanging out together in Dylan's bedroom, chatting as we helped him re-decorating his room with new posters of REM and Nirvana, when Damon and Jordan came bursting into the room looking for us with the biggest grin on their faces.

I jumped in surprise when I heard the door fling open, wondering what the hell was happening.

"Fuck, guys, you scared the hell out of me" I said.

"Me too, what's going on?" Dylan asked.

"You tell them," Jordan excitedly told Damon who was holding a letter in his hand.

"Alright! well... I received this today," holding the letter so that we will see it properly, "and it's coming from BMG" he told us happily.

Damon had been the one in charge of sending the tapes so if we were to receive any answers, it would be sent to his address. We didn't really expect any, and out of the 5 tapes we had sent, it had been the only answer so far and it had been almost 2 months since we had sent them. We just wanted to push our fate a little, see if anything would happen, but I honestly didn't expect any answers from record companies. I just thought we would go to College after high school, and we would keep playing and have fun for a couple of years and maybe, try to organize a few gigs here and there and then, when we're more mature, we could try to score a record deal if we still wanted to. But I didn't expect anything to happen now.

"Well, what does it say?" Rob asked with anticipation.

"We don't know, we didn't open it yet." Jordan replied, apprehensively.

"Well come on, open it, open it!" Dylan took the letter roughly from Damon and ripped it open.

"Wait, wait, wait," I said to make him stop, "What if it's bad news?"

They all looked at me and for a second, it felt like time had stopped, none of us said a word, we could have heard a pin drop in the room. Even Dylan, who was holding the letter in his hand stopped moving. It felt like it was lasting forever but really it was only like 3 seconds, a bit as if someone had pressed the pause button and suddenly pressed play again. The guys decided not to take my words into account, and they were right because we had to read it anyway, but at least now, we were a little bit more ready to handle a rejection. But then again, why would they bother writing just to tell us that we sucked?

Dylan quickly unfolded the letter and started reading out loud. We all tried to look at the letter as he was reading but that was almost impossible.

"M. Wallace (that was Damon), BMG's publishers in search of new talent carefully watched your video. Your songs have raised our curiosity and we would like to meet with you to discuss different possibilities concerning your band..."

Dylan read this, the excitement in his voice growing and growing, reading each word faster than the other, when he finally stopped and screamed,

"Oh my God, oh my God! they want to see us, we have an appointment on ...May 9 at 10am" he said screaming some more.

We all screamed and jumped, looking at each other with the biggest grins on our faces, hardly believing it!

And we jumped some more and screamed 'oh my God' a hundred times, and hugged, feeling like this was THE most incredible moment of our lives! My god, we were sooooo excited and soooo happy!

After a few minutes, we started to calm down but we couldn't stop smiling, this was just too amazing! Rob came to me and hugged me tightly against him.

"I can't believe it," he said happily.

"I know. I just can't believe a record company is interested. I just can't believe this is happening, it's so weird, it's almost too easy," I said, my voice filled with joy.

Rob pulled back and stared at me, sharing his happiness, smiling. I knew what he was thinking, because I was too. He wanted to kiss me, he wanted to kiss my whole face and hug me and kiss me again, only he couldn't. It was so frustrating. We looked at each other, our smile vanished and I mouthed, "Now?" raising my eyebrows.

He shrugged his shoulder slightly and the expression on his face was saying, "I don't know."

We stared at each other again, our eyes filled with hesitation. Rob gazed at the guys who were talking about the letter, and what could happen on the 9th and he turned his head toward me again, looking like he had come to some kind of conclusion and he whispered,

"Let's do it."

I was very nervous all of a sudden and I could tell he was too.

"Ok" I responded.

I couldn't believe we were about to do this. We had just received one of the best news of our lives, everything was perfect, the euphoria in the room was still palpable and here we were, probably about to destroy everything. Maybe we were going to ruin it all for us, maybe the guys will hate us and our group will split up because of Rob and I. It felt like we were about to touch the dream but it was gonna be taken away from us before we could.

Rob walked toward the guys who were sitting on the bed now and I followed him. They looked at us, with a look of happiness on their faces. Dylan started talking but Rob stopped him.

"Guys, there's something..."

He stopped for a second, probably wondering what was the best way to say this. Dylan and Damon didn't seem to care but Jordan seemed concerned as he saw that we looked very serious,

"What's wrong Rob, are you alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but there's just something Mark and I need to tell you."

"What?" Damon asked quickly, looking as the letter again as soon as he had said it, not really thinking it was anything serious.

"Well, ok, here goes." He looked at me and I tried to send him as much strength as I could. Apparently, he was the one who was going to tell them.

"Ok, look, before we tell you, we want you to remember that we're your friends ok, and you like us! can you remember that?"

"What are you talking about?" Damon said, "God, you're not gonna tell us that you want to drop the band...Are you?" he asked concerned.

"No, non that's not it. At least, I hope it's not."

"Then what?" Dylan asked.

Rob took a deep breath and looked back and forth between me and the guys. I could tell he wasn't sure how to tell them.

"Look guys, what is it?" Dylan asked again exasperated.

Rob looked at him and started saying,

"It's about me and Mark. And we think it's something you should know."

After another never-ending silence, he said,

"Ok, so, so a few months ago, I, I told mark something..." they all looked at us, curious. Jordan looked very intrigued. Rob took a deep breath and told them,

"I told him that I was gay and I told him that I loved him."

Well, it was done. And I kind of liked the way he had told them. We waited for a reaction but they stared at us dumbly and stunned for a second. Damon and Dylan looked at each other and then back at us, with a questioning look on their faces. They had clearly not expected Rob to say this. I looked at Jordan and he gazed at me for a second and started smiling,

"I -knew- it!” he exclaimed with a smirk, very proud of himself, “See, didn't I tell you? I was right, I knew it," he said, slapping Damon on the arm, "I knew you guys were doing it! That's why you don't care about girls. I knew it was not normal that you didn't want to date. I mean, who would turn down so many girls?" He asked Damon and Dylan, "it just didn't make sense. I knew you had to be gay."

The excitement from the letter was still in his system and he was overly thrilled to realize that we were indeed gay and that he had been right.

Dylan looked really surprised as he listened to Jordan talking,

"Oh man, really? is this true? you guys are queers?" he asked, apparently needing to hear it from us again. The tone of his voice when he said queers made me thing he might not be ok with it, and a wave of uneasiness swept over me.

"Could you not use that word Dylan, it's very insulting. We're gay, we're not queers. And it's not, I mean we're not just doing it, we're in love." Rob said with confidence. I, on the other hand, didn't know what to say, at all. I was just looking at them, about to pass out at any time, letting Rob do all the work, praying they'd be ok with it.

"But Rob," Dylan started saying with incomprehension in his voice, "It's, I mean, you believe in God, you know everyone says it's wrong... I don't...."

Rob interrupted him. "Dylan, I believe in me, and I believe in what I feel. And I don't think I would feel this way if God were against it. I don't see how loving someone as much as I love Mark can be wrong. Plus it's not, it's not about religion Dylan. Religion creates hate as much as it creates love, it keeps people frightened and submissive. I'm interested in the personal experience of God, and my experience is that you can be gay and still believe in God. I can't control who I love, I just can't and I know, deep inside of me I know that it's not wrong, it's natural. Like, like your eyes are blue and there's nothing you can do to change that. I can't stop being gay either, it's just who I am." Wow, that was a nice speech, I thought.

"That makes sense, I suppose." Dylan said, thinking about it, "it's just, I wasn't expecting that, I had no idea, I just think it's weird, I'm sorry."

Hearing those words, I finally decided to step into the conversation, "Look Dylan, we're not asking you to believe in something that you don't. We can't force you to approve just as you can't force us to stop loving each other. We're not saying that we are right and you're wrong. You're entitled to have your own beliefs. All we're asking you is to remember that we're still the same guys you grew up with and I just wish you wouldn't hate us because we're in love with each other."

"No Mark I don't hate you... I just don't understand, what do you guys think?" he asked Damon and Jordan who had been very quiet, listening.

Jordan spoke first. I wasn't too worried, he was very open-minded, his parents were very cool people. "I, uhm, I don't know, I think it's fine. It's your life. I'm sure you know what you're doing. If someone told me I'm not allowed to date Claire, I would tell them to fuck off (she was his girlfriend at the time). I don't care, if you're happy, then I'm happy, doesn't change anything....except that there will be more girls for me with you two out of the running. This is good actually," he told Damon with a laugh.

"Yeah, you need all the help you can get." Damon joked, and we all laughed.

"So," Jordan said mischievously, "are you telling us that so you can make out in front of us now? Come on, kiss each other, we'll tell you if it looks weird or not."

I had to laugh a little at that, "Jordan, please, can you be serious?"

"Ok, I'm just kidding. lighten up, you're not dying."

"Yeah," Damon said, "you're just gay, we'll get over it! Don't worry, well, I know I will... Dylan?"

"Yeah, I guess... I just, I need to get used to this... I don't know what to think right now, I mean, I can’t really…” he said looking at us and I think he meant that he couldn’t really picture us together, like making out or having sex…. “Sorry, just give me some time to get used to this.”

"Hey Dylan, you take all the time you need, we understand," Rob told him "as long as we don't lose your friendship, that's fine” He looked at us as to say that we would definitely not lose him as a friend because of this and I was relieved. They were ok with it.

We know we just dropped a bombshell on you,” Rob continued, “We don't expect you all to understand, we know you need some time to get used to it."

"I don't need time, I already knew!” Jordan chuckled “So, are you gonna kiss each other or what?" he asked, "We're waiting here?"

I shook my head, smiling. I didn't think he was actually serious. Rob laughed and turned to me. He placed his hands on each side of my face and pressed his lips against mine before I even had time to think about it. Gee, he caught me off guard and I gotta admit, it felt a bit weird to kiss in front of them but I soon relaxed though, embracing him and we kissed tenderly for a few seconds. Rob broke the kiss, smiled at me and looked at the guys.

"There, was it ok? No one is going to vomit?"

Jordan laughed and shrugged his shoulders, "I can handle it" he said nonchalantly.

"Yeah, I've seen worse." Damon chuckled and we looked at Dylan.

"I don't know," he exclaimed with a laugh. it seemed like he was going to need time to get used to it.

"So how long has this been going on?" Damon asked curiously.

"About a year and a half."

"A YEAR AND A HALF????" Jordan screamed. "My god, you guys are good at hiding, I only started suspecting something like a couple of months ago. I had no idea it had been that long... A year and a half!" he repeated.

"Man, so you first had sex a while ago. And I thought you were still pathetic virgins," he laughed, and Damon did too.

"Do you parents know?" Damon asked.

"Well no," I said, "if we haven't told you, we haven't told them. I couldn't tell my parents anyway, my mother wouldn't understand and my father would hate me even more than he already does. There's no point in telling them. I guess your parents would be ok with it." I told Rob, "your mum knows we're really close, I'm sure she wouldn't be surprised."

I don’t know,” Rob said, “I guess it’d be ok if we told them. I’d like to but I don’t think I’m ready to tell them yet, it was already so hard telling you guys, so my parents, forget it,”

"So, you just don't fancy girls at all? it's not very rock n roll." Damon asked curiously again. He had good questions.

"Who cares, sex is rock n roll, and I'm sure they probably had more sex than the three of us put together." Jordan said laughing.

"Well I don't, I like girls, but not to sleep with, definitely not to sleep with, and Mark... well," Rob said looking at me.

"I, yeah I fancy girls, but I fancy guys too so... And I'm in love with Rob, so right now, I guess that makes me gay. I fancy some girls but I'm just not interested."

"Man, Rachel is gonna be crushed" Jordan giggled, "she's so into you" he said looking at me.

"What? No, she's not. We're just friends."

"Oh come on, Mark," Rob told me, "Sometimes you can be so oblivious to this kind of things. It's so obvious."

"What, you knew about that?" I asked, completely stunned.

"Well yeah, we all did. She's been waiting for you to make your move, like, forever. I'm sure she's ok just being your friend but she wouldn't mind if you asked her out ...God I shouldn't have told you this, now you're gonna break up with me and date her. Damn!" he said not seriously but probably expecting me to say that of course not, I wouldn't break up with him.

"No, Rachel's a friend. I couldn't even if I were straight. Plus you're not gonna get rid of me so easily, don't worry," I told him with a smile.

"Well, Rob was your friend and it didn't stop you!" Jordan said. Uhm Good point!

"Jordan, seriously, you talk too much." I joked. We all laughed at that. But I still couldn't believe what I had just heard. And I thought that if I was so surprise to hear about something I was suppose to suspect, then I could just imagine how the guys must have felt, finding out we were gay.

Of course, I knew how much Rachel liked me, I was as close to her as I was to Rob, or Jordan. I told her everything, I even talked to her about girls and I had dated a few of her friends before I had started to date Rob. She was one of my best friends and I loved her, but I honestly thought it was just friendship. I didn’t think she fancied me or wanted to date. She had never mentioned anything.

Dylan was still holding the letter from BMG in his hands and he started reading it again to himself saying, "Man, with all this, I had completely forgotten about the letter. you've sure picked the right time to tell us about this. Nothing can bring me done right now." he kidded.

"Guys, can we trust you not to tell anyone? Rob asked. "We don't want everyone to know, some people might not react very well”

yeah” I added “we managed to make everyone think that we would rather play music than sleep with girls, so if we could just keep it that way, it'd be great."

They laughed and promised to keep it a secret and with that, they knew and we started talking again about the amazing news we had received today and what it could mean for us in the future.


That night in bed, Rob and I talked, reliving the events of the day, still stunned we had finally received an answer from a record company. BMG was the last tape we had sent and when we recorded it, Rob's aunt was visiting and she had a video camera so she filmed us while we played a few of our songs and we sent the video tape too. It seemed like this tape had made the difference! Image can be damn important! I couldn't believe that of all the companies, BMG had answered. That was a big, famous one, I just couldn't believe it.

It had been a tiring day. I was so glad that we had finally found the courage to tell the guys. I thought it went pretty well, much better than I thought it would and I felt so relieved. They didn't call us names, they didn't hit us or hate us, they were just curious.

"Dylan got me a little scared, but I think he'll be ok in the end." Rob said.

"Yeah, I'm sure he will be. I can't believe about Rachel though. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you knew. I can't believe you had no idea. But you know, I can't blame her, it's understandable, you're very lovable."

I think I blushed a little bit at that. Rob was lying next to me, resting his head in his hand and saw it.

"What? you still don't believe that, do you? I think you're the most modest guy on earth." he kidded.

I smiled at him, "So what is it about me? What do you see that you love?"

He looked into my eyes and raised himself to a sitting position. I was lying on my back and he sat down on my thighs, looking at me.

He lowered himself to kiss me and said licking my lips, "I love your lips, you have the most beautiful and sexiest smile, and your teeth look perfect and I love your chin, I love your cheeks, I love your hair, I love your eyes"

"Really? that's what I love the most about you. You make your eyes send all those messages, they're amazing, I don't know how you do it but you can talk with your eyes."

"Can I? I didn't know that. anyway..., oh, I love your ears, you have the cutest ears, you just have the most beautiful features, I could look at you forever and never get bored. Do you know how many times I popped a bone just looking at you?"

I laughed "Don't worry I did too, you're not bad looking yourself either."

"So, should I go on?"

"Yes," I said, curious to hear more, that was definitely boosting my confidence.

He kissed down my neck, "Ok... I love your shoulders, they're perfect, not too small, not too big. They make you look strong... and I love your pecs, they feel strong when I touch them. I love how your body is changing, you become hotter and hotter every day and stronger." Well I could say the same thing about him, we often worked out with the guys because Dylan's father had some equipment. Rob had wider shoulders compared to me that made him look very masculine. I loved how his upper back looked, strong and smooth.

"Your nipples are just so kissable, so cute, and I love your skin, it's so smooth and it looks like you always have a tan even when you don't. and I love your scent, you always smell good to me." I knew what he meant, I loved his scent too. It was exciting me, soothing me, making me feel good.

Then I felt his breath on my stomach. I was listening to him, breathing hard and my mouth was becoming drier and drier with each passing seconds and I had to swallow hard as he resumed worshiping me.

"I love your stomach, it's so flat, and I like how your abs show but not too much. I can see them but it's not obvious but when I touch your stomach, it feels so hard ! that's why I couldn't be with a girl, girls are too soft. And your arms feel hard too, I love that," he said sensuously. God, this was turning me on more and more. His voice was low and sexy as he told me this and I wondered how he managed not to blush or laugh through all of this. He was dead serious and turning himself on too.

"You belly button is so cute," he said jamming his tongue inside, making me jump. He giggled "and I love the way your waist comes in then flares out a little at your hips. And you've got the cutest ass too" He pulled down my underwear and threw them on the floor

"And obviously I love your cock. I love sucking on it" I closed my eyes, feeling his breath on my cock, waiting for him to swallow me but he just gave it a few gentle strokes.

"I love having it down my throat, I love feeling it deep inside me, I love tasting your cum and I love feeling your tight ass around my cock." God, I loved how good he was at talking dirty. He licked my balls and I shivered with anticipation. God he was turning me on like crazy. His words were getting me so hot but he wasn't doing anything that could have gotten me off. He was touching me so gently, the sound of his voice making me groan with desire. My cock was hard as a rock, almost painful. I so wanted him to jerk me off madly and make me cum but apparently he had other plans, so I just tried to keep my cum in check.

He came back up and gave me a long wet kiss, "but what I love the most is you."

I opened my eyes and looked into his. "I love how you know me so well, and how you get all my jokes, how you can finish my sentences because you know what I'm gonna say. And you're so smart and funny and talented. God Mark, when you start playing, you look so hot, you're so good at it. The sound that comes out of the guitar when you play is amazing. It seems so easy when I look at you playing, and yet I know it isn't. Do you realize that all the songs we've written, they come from you? It's you who's doing all the work. We just follow your lead."I knew that and sometimes I was afraid they would they tell me to piss off and stop making them play what I wanted them to play.

"And I love how shy and serious you can be sometimes and totally unaware of your looks. You're so gorgeous, you look like a model and you don't even realize it so you don't show off. It makes you look even cuter" man, he was really not stopping this and for some reason, hearing him talk about my personality made me even harder, if it were possible. He was still slowly kissing me as he said all this, my neck, my nipples, my stomach, my arms, my ears, I felt his lips brush against every part of my body except my legs since he was sitting on them and his hands were caressing my chest. I loved his hands. His touch was always gentle but firm at the same time.

"And I love how you gave us a chance. I could have settled down just being your friend if you had wanted that. That would have been hard but I would have. But I see how you look at me, I see how much you want me, it makes me feel so good, you make me feel so good. I just love you"

Oh man! He kissed me deeply, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth and I closed my eyes, kissing him back. I reached for his cock, feeling precum oozing out of the tip and he jumped and moaned. He was just as hard as I was.

He reached for the lube in the nightstand's drawer and poured some on his hand before applying it to my cock. I stared at him as he raised himself up, positioned my cock and lowered himself onto it, my length sliding slowly inside him.

"Ughhh yeah, I love that!" he said, taking me down to the base.

He started slowly riding me, his eyes closed, a smile on his face. Still, I stared at him, marveling at his strong, tight body. One of my hands roamed all over his chest, cupping his pecs, pinching his nipples as he fucked himself on my cock, moaning and my other hand was wrapped around his cock,incredibly hard and I found myself wanting it inside me but I couldn't have everything at the same time, too bad.

He placed both of his hands on my shoulders to level himself as he started riding me faster, urging me to fuck him. I did my best to meet his pace, giving him short, quick thrust, making him whimper every time I pushed back in.

I was jerking his cock hard as well, wanting him to have maximum pleasure. He lowered himself down to kiss my lips and I grasped his face. We kissed passionately, moaning and I continued sliding the top of my cock in and out of him fast

"Oh yeah Mark, it feels so damn good, I love this, yeah, faster baby," I speeded up, assaulting his prostate. He raised himself up and started riding me again, hard and fast. He kept slamming his body on my cock and after a few seconds, he groaned

"Ugghhh jeez yeah," and I felt his ass tightening around my pole. I grabbed his erection again and pulled on it.

"Oh yeah baby yeah, I'm gonna cum," he cried out as he began to cum, shooting load after load all over me, his body jerking. My need to cum was overwhelming and seeing him cum so hard was orgasmic. I stared at his gorgeous body, because I knew that at this point, just looking at his defined chest was gonna make me cum and I started to feel my orgasm overtake me. I warned him but I'm not sure why,

"Uggh I'm cumming, ughhh."

"Yeah, cum in me, give it to me." he said sounding as sexy as ever as I twitched beneath him and released my load deep into him, feeling like I had lost control of my body.

We started to relax and waited for our breathing to return to normal. My cock was still buried in his ass but I had stopped moving, feeling too sensitive. He pulled himself up and my cock slipped out of him. He laid down next to me on the bed, laughing.

"Man, that was a good fuck! What a mess! You have cum in your hair!" he giggled.

"I love you" I said, amazed at how much I did love him.


On the next day, I was walking in the neighborhood when I passed in front of Rachel's place. I wasn't sure what to do after what the guys had told me the previous day but I wanted to talk to her about it, and I knew I had to come out to her. I knocked on her front door and her sister greeted me.

"Hey Mark, what's up? Hold on. RACHEL, MARK's HERE"

She came down the stairs, looking cute and happy "hey, ohh I'm so glad you're here, Jordan told me about the letter, that is sooo amazing. Come on you gotta tell me everything! Oh and I just bought the new NOW cd, I'll show you!"

We went to her room, and she put the music on. We talked for a bit about the letter and she was as excited as the rest of us, trying to imagine what the record company will tell us on the 9th . We hung out for a couple of hours in her room, talking about nothing and everything, she was really cool. I loved spending time with her, she was fun! She was flipping through the pages of a magazine (you know the boy bands ones) when I decided to tell her.

"Rach, Rob and I told something quite important to the guys yesterday and I think you should know too. I hope you won't be too upset."

So I told her everything (that we were gay, dating, in love...) and she remained silent, looking between me and the magazine, avoiding direct eye contact the whole time. After a silence that seemed to last forever, she said.



"What do you want me to say? That's great, congratulations on coming out, that was very brave," she told me sarcastically.

"Rach, are you ok?" I asked.

"Sure, I'm good, no I'm great, this is just so great! ...Look Mark, do me favor ok? don't pretend you don't know how I feel about you!"

"I..." didn't know what to say.

"Look maybe you should go, ok... please just go."

"What, so you're not gonna talk to me?"

"Please Mark, leave me alone," she said, tears forming in her eyes.

I looked at her, not knowing what to tell her anyway, and I mean I couldn't exactly take her in my arms or tell her it was gonna be ok. She was crying because of me and I was not the best person to make her feel better right now! I looked at her, got up, told her I was sorry and left, feeling terrible.


To be continued,

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