Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2001 16:17:59 -0800 (PST) From: William Porter Subject: What Gets Around Comes Around Chapter 5 What Gets Around Comes Around Chapter 5 A special thanks to Ed for his editorial help. People often do things that are very harmful. But teenagers can be very cruel. This is the story of one such cruel boy who has to learn the hard way 'what gets around comes around'. Although this is a work of fiction it's based in part on things that have really happened. For those of you who read my last story 'My Bodyguard', this one is quite different. This is a story about revenge, paybacks, and ultimately reconciliation. Although this is not a porn story it does deal with sexual relationships between teenage boys. If that offends you don't read it. Also if you are not old enough or it's illegal where you live don't read it. All comments are welcome to wep363@netzero.net Check out my web page: http://wpstories.tripod.com/ ******* Curt ate lunch and went up to his room. He took out the notebook and began to read. ####### Brian and John Chapter 2 Over the course of the next month John and I did become best friends. We really didn't hang out at school that much. Whenever I saw him at school someone else was with him and we'd say hi to each other but I gave him his space at school. Especially if he was hanging out with some girl. After school we got together about 3 or 4 times a week. I had dinner at his house and he had dinner at mine. My parents really like him and I like his parents. I do stuff that John likes to do, but I'm not very good at it. He gave up on trying to teach me tennis. We play basketball and I'm getting a little better. We mainly play 'horse' and '21'. John is so much bigger and better than me, playing one on one, and it's no fun for either of us. We also play pool and I can tell that John is really good. No matter what we play, he lets me win once in a while. I taught him how to play chess. He's a quick learner. I let him win once in a while at that too. I can't tell you at what point I started falling in love with John. Perhaps it was that first day. But I can tell you when I did something about it. For Valentine's Day I decided to give him a card. I used my best artwork to make a homemade card. Then I picked up my guitar and came up with a little tune. Then I wrote the lyrics to the tune. When I put it together it was like it came right from my heart. Then I put the lyrics on the card. I Was So Lonely and Sad and Blue I Did Not Know Just What to Do I Looked Around and What I Saw Was Eyes of Hate that Made Me Small And Then I Saw Your Smiling Face I'll Never Forget the Time and Place It Seemed to Me Just Like a Dream Your Smile Melted Me Like a Laser Beam And Now I See My Life Anew I'll Tell You What I'm Going To Do I'll Smile Back and Then You'll See Just What a Change You Made In Me I signed the card 'Someone who Loves You.' I went to school on Valentine's Day and in my second period class I asked the teacher if I could go see the school nurse for a headache. She let me go and on the way I stuffed the card in John's locker. I could not risk getting seen. I went back to class and the rest of the day went quietly. John asked me if I could come over to his house after school and of course I said I could. When I got to his house we went up to his room. On his desk were piled about 25 or 30 cards. "I need your help, Brian, with one of these cards I got." "What do you need from me?" "Grab the guitar and I'll show you." I grabbed the guitar and sat down next to John on his bed. He had my card in his hand. "You see, Brian, I got all these cards but this is the only one I care about. All the other ones told me who they were but this one didn't. Someone wrote me a poem but it reads more like song lyrics to me. I wonder if you could come up with a tune to go along with the words - and sing it to me?" John held the card out in front of me. I pretended to study it and tried a few chords. Then I played and sang the song. I couldn't help it. I put so much emotion into the song, when I finished I had tears streaking down my face. I was so embarrassed and ashamed that I put down the guitar and just stared at the floor, not wanting John to see my shame. "That was, it was, beautiful, Brian. What's the matter?" "You might think I'm one big baby but it made me cry, John." John put his finger under my chin and lifted up my head. Then he turned my face so he could look in my eyes. I saw tears running down his cheeks too. John pulled me into a hug and we cried on each other's shoulders. "I don't want you to hate me, John, but there is something you need to know," I said, crying on John's shoulder. John pulled back and looked me in the eyes. "Brian, there is almost nothing you could do to make me hate you. My locker is just outside my second period class. I didn't go into the room until the tardy bell rang. I sit in the back and was out of the room as soon as the bell rang. No one was near my locker when I left the room and the other kids were just coming out of class. I found this card in my locker and figured that whoever put it there had to have done it during 2nd period sometime. I talked to every teacher and only one student was excused today during 2nd period." With that said, John leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It was a quick kiss but it told me that John loved me too. "I kinda thought it was you when I saw the card and read it but I had to make sure. I got over 30 cards today. How many did you get, Brian?" "I didn't get any." "It surprised me to get that many when I didn't give any out. I do have one I wanted to give but I didn't have the guts." John reached under his pillow and handed me a card. I opened up the card and written all over the card was 'John and Brian'. It was signed 'Will you be my boyfriend, With Love, John.' This started me crying again. This time it was tears of joy. "Yes, I'd love to be your boyfriend, John." This time I kissed him. It felt so wonderful to hold him in my arms. "Brian, there are several things we need to talk about. First, it's really important that no one at school knows we're a couple. Do you think you can do that?" "We don't talk that much at school anyway. What about our parents?" "That's the next thing. I already told my parents that I like you and they don't have a problem with that. However, they do have several concerns. I just told you the first one. Second, they were concerned about your parents." "Actually, John, my dad is the one who brought up the fact that I might be gay. They both love me very much and no matter who I like." "That's good, Brian. It would hurt me very badly if you told them and they shipped you away to some place else. Third, my parents don't really want to see me in a hot and heavy sexual relationship. They said that I'm too young. They said that they understand making out and some experimenting but they feel I have some growing up to do and that friendship is more important than sex at our age." "My parents feel the same way but dad even gave me some condoms just in case." "You're shitting me. He really did that?" "Yea, and he even explained how to use them and said if I need more just to ask." "How embarrassing! I guess he has a point though. The next thing is we should not limit ourselves just to each other. We should have other friends and if possible be seen with girls as much as possible." "I know you have that covered, John, but I don't know about me. Girls just don't seem to take an interest in me. But for you, I'll try." "It's not just for show, Brian. In the last month I've seen you come out of your shell. It's important to have as many friends as you can. If you find some other friends I won't have a problem as long as you still love me. Should you fall in love with someone else, I'll understand. We're both thirteen, going on 14, and not even in high school yet. If a relationship between a boy and a girl at our age goes more than a month, it's like a record." "I get your point, John, but right now I don't see how I could love anyone else more than you. This is not just some crush. I feel like we're meant to be together. I have come out of my shell but you will always be first in my life. I'm not at all interested in girls but I can see how having a girl friend could help." I had dinner at John's house that night and his parents playfully teased us. We both had permanent smiles on our faces. I went home and my parents could see the change in me too. I wondered if there was a sign on my face that said, 'I love John', written on my face. I went to sleep that night thinking the world really is a great place. When you're in love you notice things that you never noticed before. I guess they were always there but I never noticed. Like how blue the sky is or the birds singing - the wonder of a sunset or rainbow. I was on cloud nine. Being a couple with John didn't change our relationship. It added to it. We did the same things we always did together, just having fun - but we would also hold hands, kiss, and hold each other. We started beating off together almost right from the start. It was a bit awkward at first but it didn't take long for us to get comfortable getting off together. The first time we had sex together was just before school got out for the summer. John and I were skinny-dipping and playing around when we both got stiff as a board. We decided to go into the pool house to take care of it the way we usually did. But John had some other ideas. We started out kissing and rubbing our stiff dicks against each other. When we broke our kiss, John surprised me. He started licking my neck and ears. I never thought that someone licking my ears would turn me on but my dick became as hard as it ever was. John then went to work on my chest and nipples. It seemed that the nerves from my tits lead right to my dick. John then started licking down my belly until he reached my dick. Then he shocked me by taking the head of my dick in his mouth and sucking and licking it with his tongue. Then he moved off my dick and started licking and sucking my balls. Then he went back up to my dick and started licking it from the base to the tip. Then he took almost my whole 5" into his mouth and started sucking, licking, and bobbing all at the same time. He used his hands to lightly touch my body while sucking me off. "John, pull off, I'm going to cum." I think this inspired him to increase his pace. The next thing I knew I saw stars as I exploded into his mouth. My head got dizzy but I didn't pass out. As soon as I recovered I returned the same treatment to him. When he went off in my mouth I didn't pull off either. I swallowed and it didn't taste bad at all. We kissed and hugged and found that we were both hard as a rock again. We repeated our previous activities, taking more time to please each other. "John, where did you learn to do that?" "I found this site on the web that has all these stories about teenage boys in love. How was my research?" "You did good!" I knew right then that we would never go back to just beating off. End of Chapter 2 ####### The first part of the chapter, Curt cried like a little baby. Now he was just as horny as he ever has been. He went and got some baby oil out of the bathroom and stripped off his clothes. Curt thought that both Brian and John were cute but after reading about their lovemaking he couldn't wait to get himself off. Curt stroked himself while rereading the sex scene. It took him about two minutes before he made a mess all over himself. After he recovered and cleaned up, he started reading again. ####### Brian and John Chapter 3 The summer between junior high school and high school our relationship came of age. I'd like to tell you we had sex like bunnies but it wouldn't be the truth. We were friends first and when we did have sex, it was special. John said that we should try something different each time so we would remember it. We even did it on his pool table once. We both grew over the summer. I must have grown 3 inches. Our love for each other also grew. It was the little things that we did for each other that really grew our love. John went on vacation for two weeks with his parents. It was the longest two weeks of my life. As soon as he got back, school started. We tried to make up for lost time but all of a sudden John was quite busy. I was used to seeing him almost every day and now I only saw him after school two or three days a week. There are lots of new kids in our class that I didn't know last year. I even made a few friends - but John was the center of my universe. We were both careful not to look into each other's eyes too long when other eyes were watching us. In no time John became the most popular kid in our class. John went out with a different girl almost every week. He even went out with older girls. I told John they can look all they want but they better not touch. In no time it was our one-year anniversary. It's kind of neat having your anniversary on Valentine's Day. We celebrated by having dinner at John's house. We would have liked to go out to eat but were afraid that perhaps someone might see us. It could be a little hard to explain being on the date with your boyfriend on Valentine's Day. Instead we had a private party at John's house. His mom prepared a candlelight dinner for us and then I spent the night with John. It was a Friday night so we didn't get to sleep until about 3:00 o'clock in the morning. John and I were really good together. He's strong at things that I'm weak at and vice versa. Our love grew over the next two years. John made many great friends but he was still my only true friend. My junior year of high school everything started to fall apart. This other guy named Curt started being nice to me. He reminds me of John. They are a lot alike. One Friday when John was busy I invited him over to my house. He made some smart comment and we started wrestling. It felt so good, having him close to me, that I got hard as a rock. Then I did something really dumb. I kissed him on the cheek. He got really mad and called me a faggot and ran from the house. I got really scared and rode my bike over to John's house. He is 16 and has a truck now but he wasn't home. I waited on the front porch until he got home. "Brian, babe, what's wrong? What are you doing here?" I threw my arms around John and cried on his shoulder. "I did something really dumb, John. I invited Curt over to my house and we started wrestling and I got hard and I kissed him on the cheek. He was being nice to me and I felt so good and I just wanted to show him how happy he was making me." "Then what happened?" "He called me a faggot and ran out of the house. I'm scared, John." "Brian, you're almost a man now and you're going to have to face the results of your actions. You should have told me you were hanging out with Curt. I could have told you he's trouble. He's on my swim team and he's always putting someone down. I'm afraid that he's going to tell the whole school." "You really think he'd do that?" "My guess, he's already told half of his friends. I don't know what to tell you, Brian. You're going to need to be strong. Most people in this town and at our school aren't tolerant toward anyone who is different. I'm afraid that you might even get hurt." "John, I'm so sorry I let you down. The last three years have been so perfect." "If it makes you feel any better, Brian, I have kissed some of the girls I went out with. But there was nothing there but show. I had no feelings for them. I'll always love you, Brian, no matter what. I forgive you but I'm afraid that things are going to change." John kissed me and I felt better for the moment. At least he doesn't hate me. He put my bike in the back of his truck and drove me home. As soon as I got home, John and I went in and told my parents what happened. They tried to be optimistic but I kept hearing John's words, 'Things are going to change.' I didn't get much sleep that night. The next day at school I was not there 5 minutes and the name-calling started. I just ignored them but then something happened that I couldn't ignore. Two big seniors cornered me and started calling me names. Then one of them hit me and I fell to the floor. They kicked me a few times for good measure and left me curled up on the floor. A teacher came by and saw my condition. She helped me get up and I was having a hard time breathing. She had me lie back down and called an ambulance. They took me to the hospital where they took x-rays. The doctor came in and told me that I had some broken ribs. The police asked me who did it and I said that I wasn't sure. They didn't push it; I guess they really didn't care. As soon as they left, my dad came in. I told him what happened. Dad told me that they have moved the corporate headquarters from San Angelo to Dallas and they want him to move. He has been resisting because he wanted me to finish high school with my class but now he felt it would be best if I start over again at a new high school where they don't know about me. I only had one thought on my mind - how am I going to tell John? I needed to go into surgery in order to set my broken ribs. When I woke up, John was at my side. "Don't worry, buddy, everything is going to be all right. You'll be well again soon and that's what's important right now. The doctor said that your ribs didn't damage your lungs or anything else. You'll be back to normal in about 8 weeks, he said." "Oh, John," I gasped, "nothing will ever be back to normal. My dad wants to move to Dallas." "Your dad told me, Brian. He said in two years you'll be out of high school and then if we want to get together again and go to the same college that's up to us. He says when it comes to love, two years is nothing. If we're truly in love, the separation should make our love even stronger. Don't talk love. You need to rest. I just need you to know that I'll wait for you." With that, John kissed me on the lips. I soon fell back asleep. Two days later I went home from the hospital. I found a moving van at our house. Dad wasn't fooling around. We left later that day and saying good-bye to John was the hardest thing I ever did. He promised to come see me in Dallas and perhaps we could spend a month or two together next summer. That gave me hope. I decided to remain faithful to John, no matter how long it took. I also decided to give him his freedom in case he found someone else to love. I hope this story has a happy ending. We'll just have to wait and see. End of Chapter 3 - but hopefully not the end. ######### Curt called up John and told him he'd finished Brian's story and asked if they could talk. John said that he'd be by in a few minutes. To Be Continued...