Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2006 01:30:59 -0500 From: Chris Samuels Subject: Accepting, Part III Thank you so much to everyone for your kind words in e-mails. I'll keep writing them as long as you keep reading them. All that legal Junk: This is a fictional story about budding love between two young males, including sexual encounters. Some states/countries have laws saying you can't read this. Some people don't like to read this. If you fall into either of those categories, don't read this. All the following work is the original work of the author, all rights reserved. -------------------- Accepting, Part III | -------------------- The next several weeks were a blur. Trevor found himself at Ben's more and more, or Ben at his place. As much fun as they had together, it wasn't getting any easier for Trevor to hide his feelings. More than once, he was sure Ben had seen him trying to hide an erection, or glancing at him inappropriately. Luckily, neither one had mentioned it, and it didn't seem like they were about too. Most of their play dates consisted of talking, reading, and a little bit of playing. While it was true that Ben liked history, he was no geek compared with Trevor. For starters, he was infatuated with the two World Wars, and all the "special treatment" the GI's got on foreign soil. He loved the fighter planes they used, and had a large collection of them. This of course made army style battles impossible, as Ben would always air raid Trevor's men, and decimate him no question. Ben also liked sports. Well, he liked baseball mostly, and he was a decent pitcher. He wasn't good enough to make the school team, but that didn't stop him from playing. He had even managed to get Trevor outside and playing a little bit. Now, not to say that Trevor wasn't athletic, but he didn't have the best coordination on a baseball diamond. When he hit the ball, he sure as hell could run, but the former rarely happened. On one such occasion, Trevor smacked the ball hard, straight up into the air. Shocked that he'd done it, he bolted for first base, rounded second, and was on his way to third when he heard Ben yell, "OUT!" Looking over, he saw what happened. Ben had run to home, and caught the slow falling ball. "That's not fair! You can't do that!" Trevor screamed. "I believe I just did. Besides it should have been a foul." "No way. I never hit the ball... you can't take this one away from me." Trevor hollered as he dashed for Ben's torso. Tackling him at full speed, Trevor managed to knock Ben onto the ground. Unfortunately, once speed was out of the question, Ben was a bit stronger. He threw Trevor back, and ensued in trying to pin him. As their wrestling match continued, and both boys began to sweat, Trevor's mind began to drift. Before he knew it, he was fighting both his hormones, and his friend. To make matters worse, in the course of the match, the boys brushed crotches at least three times. While Trevor was certain Ben had felt him, he had no idea if Ben was suffering the same problem. Now his mind was working a million miles a minute. The musky smell of boy sweat, the close proximity, the rapid movements, and suddenly, he found his hand gripping Ben's crotch. Before he realized it, he had flipped Ben over, and pinned him, one arm across his chest, and the other holding down his crotch. Trevor's mind turned to a mess of emotions and fears. He was sure at this point that Ben was erect... he could feel it through Ben's shorts. Himself, he could barely contain an orgasm on the spot. Ben just lay there, looking at him inquisitively. Neither boy having any experience in this realm, knew what to do. The passing seconds felt like hours as both boys tried to pry open the others soul through their eyes. Trevor could feel each beat of Ben's heart through his erect phallus. The cool breath escaping his lips cooled Trevor's overheated face. Deep down inside him, he knew what was happening was wrong, and he should stop, but he didn't care. As quickly as it had slowed down, time sped up again. Laughing, Ben began to get up and brush the dirt off. Likewise, Trevor did. Both boys were frantically trying to hide their erections, to no avail. Laughing to try and cover the tension didn't help. Finally, after a minute which lasted an hour, Trevor said he should be getting home. Ben agreed, they both had homework. As they were parting, both boys had the strangest thoughts in their heads, and the strangest looks on their faces. Trevor brushed past his parents as he walked inside, assuring them he was fine, and just needed to study. Upon entering his room, and closing his door, he started recapping the previous scene. Instantly his member sprang back to attention. In a fit of lust, Trevor began pulling garments off, throwing them wherever they might land. His hands were cold, and tantalizing as they felt his sweaty body. Somehow, he was sweating more now than he had been before. Slowly shedding his boxers, Trevor fell to his bed and repeated those sweet moments in his head. He was entirely repressing every instinct telling him this was wrong. He didn't care. Nothing that felt this good, felt this right, could be wrong. His hand automatically began stroking his dick, as a cinematic reel played in his head: There they were again, Trevor and Ben, lying in the grass. Except this time, Ben didn't stop. He reached up, and embraced Trevor, pulling him down for a tentative kiss. As Trevor's body collapsed onto Ben, his hand found it's way to unzipping his fly, and unbuttoning his pants. Within moments, both boys were tearing each other's clothes off, enjoying the new smells and sights. Their heads nudged into one another, exploring their nipples, and necks. As Trevor's dick sprang free from his boxer's, the air nipped at it. It was quickly surrounded by a hand that must have been Ben's. Trevor could hear the groaning coming from his friend, the increasing need, and fear. Just as they started thrusting into each other, hands grabbing backs, grabbing hands, Ben moaned even louder, and Trevor could feel the sudden warmth of his friend's semen splashing across his stomach. Combined with a sudden frantic intensity from Ben's hands, Trevor could wait no longer, and let loose his own load across Ben. As the cinematic closed in his head, Trevor started to cry. Why couldn't these things really happen? Suddenly, his feelings of lust, and passion, turned to rage. He was a horrible person, and he couldn't keep letting these things happen. In a combined fit of anger and tears, Trevor cuddled into a ball, and cried. He cried that he was perverted, and he cried that no one would ever be able to understand that. He cried that his best friend would never know what he really meant to him. He cried that he lived in a place where he would be ridiculed, and laughed out of school. And finally, he cried for himself, he cried for needing to cry. If only he could be a little stronger, he could just forget these stupid lies. He could make himself fall for a girl. Any girl. Any girl would be better than this torture he found himself suffering. Trevor slept through dinner that night, and was granted a full, uninterrupted nights sleep. His dreams were no more unusual than normal, centering on a mountain he couldn't climb. He was sure a better life awaited him on the other side, but he couldn't muster the strength to keep going. His hands and feet were tied tightly to this side, by bonds of family, of school, and most strongly of the feelings he refused to confront. The next morning, he woke up to find the mess he'd left the night before. The layers of uncleaned semen stuck his sheets to him, the room was littered with clothes, and he stunk of sweat from the day before. Picking up his clothes and heading to the shower, Trevor made a decision. He was going to deal with this, and if that meant charging it straight on so be it. At least if he was rejected, he would be able to go back to his old life: no friends, and no worries. The rest of the morning went smoothly, breakfast, a goodbye to his parents, and stepping outside to find Mrs. Martina. She was staying home for an appointment, and thought maybe the boys would like to walk together. Trevor smiled. At least he would have the opportunity to talk. As they started their walk, Trevor found it much more difficult than he had imagined to start. He would say "So..." or "Well..." and not be able to finish. Ben seemed equally unable to muster up a comment, so most of the walk was silent. Finally, on the last block before school, Trevor managed the following: "Have you ever had a secret? Not just a secret that only certain people, like your family know, but a secret that nobody know?" "Well, ya I guess. I think everybody has those. Why?" Ben asked almost hopefully. "I don't know. Just wondering I guess. It would be nice to have someone to share that secret with, that is, if you had one, don't you think?" And as Trevor's nerves began to build, his speech stumbled, and they found themselves at the school. Most of the day went with them cautiously asking one another about secrets. Each boy was pretty certain they knew what was going on, but terrified nonetheless. What if the other had a crush? What if the other was just playing along? Near the end of the day, each boy must have assured the other that any secret was safe with him at least thirty times. As they came home Ben asked if Trevor wanted to come by. Of course Trevor said yes, and they went up to Ben's room. Once there the same banter they'd been having all day resumed. "Well, I know you already said this, but supposing I had a really big secret, and I told you, you wouldn't tell anyone, right? I mean, I know I wouldn't" "I don't know how many times I've said yes Trevor. I could say it all day if it would make you feel better, but I don't think it will. Look, how about this, I do have a secret. You have one too, or I'm pretty sure you do, so why don't we just come out with them? We can say that if either of us gives away the secret, the other one can too, that way we're sure nothing will be revealed." "Okay. That sounds like a good idea, but how do we decide who goes first?" "We can write them down, then exchange papers. That way, we're sure our secret is safe. Deal" Ben said tentatively. While Trevor couldn't tell, Ben was terrified at this moment. This was the single bravest thing he had done in his life... and he hadn't even done it yet. "Deal." Grabbing pens and paper, the boys began to jot down their secrets. Trevor wrote the following: Ben, yesterday when we were outside, and wrestling... I think I liked it a lot. I mean, a lot. I don't know what I mean. I can't write anymore..., and with incredible tension handed it to Ben. As he got Ben's paper, he lost his nerve, and just wanted to burn what he'd written. What if Ben's didn't say the same thing? What if this was all a trick? Terrified, he began unfolding the note... That seems like a wonderful place to end this chapter. >=). You'll see soon what happens, don't' worry. Chapter Four to come, where all of this comes together. Keep sending comments and the like to theshizat@munich.com