Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1998 07:56:12 EDT From: GideonVI@aol.com Subject: Fire on Ice **Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional. Any names given in this * story do not refer to actual people. The events described here never * took place and any similarities to actual occurrences are coincidental. * If you are offended by sexual relationships between teenage males, you * should probably not read this. I would include a clause here about * under-aged people viewing this document but those of them that get this * far aren't going to stop here. Use proper judgment. **Distribution: This story may be archived and distributed freely but only * if unaltered. This segment must remain as well as the text at the * bottom. I would also appreciate an e-mail stating where it is being * posted, but that is not completely necessary. **Comments: This was intended to be as much a love story as anything else. * A lot of thought went into it, if you enjoy it you may mail me at * GideonVI@aol.com. Comments are appreciated and I will take the time to * reply to any I receive. Flames will be ignored and deleted. * Enjoy. Fire on Ice By Paul ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The square of the hypotenuse of a right triangle is equal to the sum of the squares of the other two sides," read the ancient substitute teacher as he stood in front of the class. He was making no attempt what-so-ever to teach, but simply read from the text book. "No shit?" offered a student from the back of the room. The voice belonged to Scott Johnson, a football player who always had something sarcastic to say. Always. "Who said that?" the teacher asked as he looked up from the book in his hands. His eyes darted around the room, but nobody offered an answer. It was sixth period. End of the day. But it was going to be a long sixth period. "Hey Tyler!" Scott shouted after class. He was trying to get my attention, I was several feet ahead of him. I stopped and turned around. "It's your fault Mr. Antediluvian there kept us after class, Scott," I informed the boy. He didn't look at all concerned. "Naw. Who cares, anyway? He was boring," Scott argued. We began to walk in the direction of my locker as I had no intention of missing my ride home because of one of Scott's long speeches. "I'd still like to get out of class on time just once this week," I said with a sarcastic tone. I twisted the combination lock and opened my locker. Scott leaned against the next locker. "Good luck, only one day left this week. So Tyler you got any plans tonight?" Scott wasn't one to waste any time when he wanted something. He had a very efficient way of making small talk, then asking a question. I knew what he wanted before he finished the sentence. "Maybe, why?" I replied casually. Once in a while it was fun to lead him on. Despite how this story has related our relationship so far, Scott and I were by no means friends. He simply bothered me constantly. "I was wondering if you'd go out with me or something," he requested in a very blunt, jock-like manner. I looked up at him from the bottomless contents of my locker and tried to restrain my laughter. "Scott, if I reject that offer that'd be the seventeenth time this month. Do you ever give up?" I asked in the least rude voice I could find. "I'll give up if you sleep with me," Scott offered. It would have been tempting to a lot of people, but jocks weren't my type. They never were and I never intended for them to be. "You're only interested in me because I'm the only queer guy you know," I analyzed. Scott looked a bit confused, then thought for a second as I closed my locker. "That's not true," he protested. "Oh? Who else is there?" I asked in disbelief as I began to walk down the hallway toward the exit. As I expected, Scott followed faithfully. "Joel Dunn," Scott replied matter-of-factly. "Joel Dunn is two years younger than you. I'm not sure whether or not you realize this, but as much as being a fag helps your reputation, dating a sixth grader is worse," I reminded Scott. In the very closed society found in our small town, people of different grades in middle school rarely associated. Our eighth grade year would be closing soon and secretly, both Scott and I hoped high school would hold a larger populous of prospective dates. "Doesn't matter," Scott said finally as I climbed into my father's car and shut the door. I know that Scott watched as we drove away. He really liked me, I didn't realize it, though. Despite his cute short brown hair, his deep brown eyes, and hot muscles, he simply wasn't what I wanted in a guy. I was Tyler Monroe and I was quite sure of what I wanted: I wanted Wil Keys. Eighth grade was a troubled year in general. At that age, everyone is confused about everything. For the most part, Scott knew I was gay and I knew he was gay and aside from that, it was only people who stopped to hear the rumors. At our small middle school, rumors never seemed to spread very fast. Nevertheless, Wil Keys took great measures to avoid me. He probably noticed me staring in the locker room. "What are you thinking about?" came a voice that seemed a million miles away that night. I didn't respond because I didn't think the question warranted a response. The voice repeated. "Huh? Oh, uh.. Wil," I replied. I looked over the endless stars of the night sky and realized I'd been daydreaming again. I looked over to Joel Dunn who was laying next to me on the grassy hill. "Figures. You ever think about anything else?" Joel asked, already knowing the answer. "No, not really. What do you think about?" I replied. I wasn't quite sure what else there might be to think about. To me, there was only Wil. "Sports, usually. I think most guys do," he answered. "Why was it you wanted me to come out here tonight?" "I wanted to talk to you about Scott Johnson," I explained. Joel looked over at me almost as if he knew what I was going to say. "He likes me, doesn't he?" Joel asked. I thought for a minute about how I was going to phrase my next few sentences. It had to be perfect, but I'm not sure why. "Joel, even if you are a sixth grader, you're a really good-looking guy and Scott tends to like good-looking, younger guys," I said slowly. "So tell me something I don't know. Why did you really want me to come out here?" It was clear that I was getting nowhere. Joel was eleven and it took some trying to get concepts through his thick skull. "Well, I was trying to explain that you should at least try to be his friend and not avoid him because he has some petty teenage crush on you," I blurted. There went my careful planning on that speech. I hoped he wouldn't pick up on what I was trying not to say. "You mean like Wil does," Joel said. And there it was, the line I didn't want to mention. Like Wil does. "Yeah, I guess so," I admitted. My eyes began to water as I laid there thinking about it. Joel probably noticed, but didn't say anything. He was a good friend that way. Maybe if Scott was lucky, he'd have a friend that good. Life is crazy like that. "Tyler, what's your phone number?" It was close to five in the afternoon on the next Saturday when I was sitting on my couch reading a new novel I'd picked up at the school library. The phone startled me with its unnecessarily loud ringer and I almost hit the ceiling as it rang. I walked over to the small black phone and picked it up. "Hello?" "Uhh, is Tyler there?" a voice on the phone asked nervously. I thought a minute because it was a voice I'd never heard on the phone before. The voice itself, however, was very familiar. I just couldn't place it. "This is Tyler," I replied cautiously. I still couldn't place the voice. "Uhh, this is Wil Keys. From school," the voice suddenly clicked. He didn't sound the same on the phone and my mind spun trying to figure out where he got my phone number, but Wil Keys was calling me and that was all that seemed to matter. "Umm.. You sound different on the phone," I said nervously. My legs didn't seem to be supporting me. I quickly sat on the floor. "Who doesn't?" Wil asked. He could hear my voice shaking, I was sure of it. I think it probably made him more confident and less nervous. "Uh, yeah, I guess you're right," I studdered. Something about talking to Wil was ready to make my heart stop. I think he knew that and I suddenly wondered why he was calling me. Wil, as well as a good part of the eighth grade, knew I was madly in love with him. It had gotten me a few bruises. "Listen, Tyler, you wanna get a soda or something?" he asked. The response to that took no thought. "Yes!" I said with more enthusiasm than I probably should have. Then, calming down, I corrected, "I mean, sure." "Cool. Meet me at the 7-Eleven in ten minutes," he offered and hung up the phone. This was certainly the chance of a lifetime. The local 7-Eleven was a five-minute bike ride from my house. I was there in three and waiting nervously for Wil. He arrived on his bicycle and we went inside to grab a couple sodas and stepped back outside. "Where do you want to go with these?" Wil asked. I was doing my best not to stare at him. He was sweating and a little flushed from the bike ride. He had obviously rushed, but I wasn't thinking about that. He was just so gorgeous. I couldn't take my mind off of it. "What? Oh, umm... Follow me," I said and jumped onto my bike. Ten minutes later we were on my favorite hill. "Wow, it's quiet out here," Wil said. I looked over at him and smiled. "It's a nice place to get away from things. Nobody ever comes out here but me and Joel," I replied. I discarded my bike and let it roll down the hill. Wil laughed and did the same and we sat. "Yeah. Joel mentioned that," Wil said. It still hadn't occurred to me that he must have talked to Joel. When you're around somebody you really like, you don't notice small things like that. "Joel talks about me?" I asked, a bit surprised. I took a drink from my soda and looked over at Wil in a surprised manner. "Where do you think I got your phone number?" he asked. "I dunno. What else did Joel say?" I replied. "He was talking about, well, about how I kinda avoid you all the time," the boy admitted. I'm not sure he actually ever admitted that to himself before. His face formed an expression that was almost an apology in itself. "Why do you avoid me all the time?" I asked for the first time. I'd wanted to know for a while, but never had the opportunity to ask. "I don't want people to think I'm gay," he answered honestly. I suddenly understood the whole dilemma. "Are you gay?" I asked in an attempt to help. I didn't usually have the opportunity to be so close to Wil and I would certainly take every chance to provoke conversation. "I don't know." Wil leaned forward and rested his forehead on his arm. He looked (and sounded) a bit confused. I put my hand on his shoulder to comfort him. "Wil it isn't something that's easy to deal with. If you don't want me to be around you at school because you're afraid of what people will think, that's okay. Don't worry about it," I said. I really wanted to help, but Wil was a very closed person. It was hard for anyone to get under his skin. "You don't understand, Ty, I really like you. It's just.." his voice trailed off. He was sobbing. I put my arm around him. "I do understand. It'll be okay." I was offering as much comfort as I could, but it only made Wil uncomfortable. We just sat there like that for hours. It was dark before we went home. "What the hell did you say to him?" I asked Joel the next afternoon as we sat on the side of the hill. "Say to who?" Joel asked innocently, pretending not to know what I was talking about. I looked over at him. His pale blue eyes were giving the least guilty look I'd ever seen; but behind them there was guilt. He smiled. "C'mon, what did you say?" I persisted. Joel laughed a little. "I talked to him about how you feel about it. He's just scared that if he hangs out with you, people will say he's gay," Joel answered. I had figured that much out for myself. Joel must have said more for Wil to act how he had. "What did he say?" I asked eagerly. I had to know what was said. It was a need that ran deep through my veins. "Well, you know I've known Wil almost as long as I've known you. His sister used to babysit me when I was six, so we're pretty good friends," Joel explained. Actually, I didn't know that. "Umm, no, I didn't know that. You never talk to him at school," I replied. "He doesn't talk to you, either. He doesn't associate with gay people at school. Like I said, he's scared," Joel said. It made enough sense to me. It made me feel a little better that I wasn't the only one Wil avoided. "Well then. So, what did he say?" I asked as anxiously as I could manage. Joel wouldn't just let me suffer not knowing what was said. "He's liked you just as long as you've liked him. But he's scared. He thinks you'd want everyone to know if you were going out with him," Joel said. I laughed a little. "I probably would. But not if he doesn't want to. School is almost out. We'd have the whole summer before we'd have to worry about it. So what else did you talk about?" I almost shouted the question, but I could tell Joel wasn't saying everything. "Your eyes. He likes your eyes," Joel finally said. My eyes were brown. How special could they be? Well, if eyes were what Wil liked, eyes were what he'd get. I knocked lightly on the large door, hardly having the energy to make a noise. After standing for what seemed like an eternity, the door opened. Wil stood there in a pair of khaki shorts and an olive-green shirt. "You certainly look nice," I complimented. Wil smiled a little and pulled me into his house. "I try. Listen, about the other night.." he began. "Don't even think about it. It's okay if you don't want people to know or anything. Who am I going to tell?" I comforted. Wil smiled. "That's cool. It's not exactly easy to say this, but I've kinda had a crush on you since like sixth grade," he admitted. I smiled inside knowing Wil had had a crush on me just as long as I had on him. "Most people give up after that long," I said sarcastically. "Oh really? How long have you had a crush on me?" Wil asked in a very matter-of-fact tone. I smiled. "That's irrelevant. Where are your parents?" I replied, suddenly noticing a lack of warm bodies in the house. "Parent. And she's shopping," he answered with a smile. I knew right then what he had on his mind. And I liked it. "You always smile like that when you got something planned?" I asked sarcastically. Wil made a shocked face. "Something planned? Me?" he asked innocently. I mocked his devious grin and we both laughed for a minute. "You know what I've wanted to do for a long time?" I said when it occurred to me that Wil was just as nervous as I was about being alone together like that. "No, what?" Wil replied in the same innocent tone he had used before. I smiled and grabbed his head firmly with both hands and pulled it toward mine and I pressed my lips as passionately against his as I could. It took him a minute to realize what was going on, but he did kiss back. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth and we let it go from there. "I've never kissed that long in my life," Wil coughed when we finally broke the embrace. His voice had a small note of humor, but he was quite serious. I laughed at him and he tossed a cushion from his couch at me. "You ever kissed anyone in your life?" I asked humorously. Wil made a face. "Like you have," Wil emphasized, trying to shift the situation to his advantage. I smiled and threw the couch cushion back at him. "Have now. So when'd you say your mom'd be home?" Nothing happened that day. Nothing sexual, anyway. We were both thinking it, but neither of us wanted to make a first move. Hell, we weren't even out of junior high yet. Despite the anxiety present, however; we managed to talk about a lot of things, have a few laughs, and make out. All in all, it was an eventful day. "Where are you going?" my dad asked as I grabbed a soda and slid toward the door. I turned to face this usual question. "The arcade. Be back at ten," I answered. It was Wednesday, the day before the last day of school. As I knew we would be doing nothing in class the next day, I decided staying out until ten would be acceptable. Dad didn't argue. I escaped without another word and jumped onto my bike. Placing my unopened bottle of Pepsi in the water bottle holder, I rode down the driveway and onto the street. The ride to the arcade was brief, but it involved large roads that took time to cross. I was meeting Wil and Joel there and I wasn't going to spare a second. Riding along the side of the road, it was probably only my enthusiastic speed that saved me from being hit by a flying apple. "Queer!" shouted two boys from behind me as their apple narrowly missed my head. I raised a finger to them, but continued to ride. The arcade was just another mile down the sloping road. "What's up?" Joel asked as I skidded into the bike rack. Three bicycles parked in the rack tipped like dominoes as I stopped. I smiled at the result of my carelessness and Joel laughed. "Nothin'. Is Wil here yet?" I asked eagerly. Joel sat on the bike rack and smiled. "Damn, boy, you don't waste any time, do you?" he asked. I returned a grin. "No. Is he here?" I repeated the question. For a child his age, Joel had exceptionally perfected the act of taunting a person about such matters. "So, uh, what did you guys do the other day at Wil's house?" Joel asked suspiciously. He was trying not to laugh because he could see the frustration in my eyes. "Fine. Be that way," I said and sat on the opposite end of the rack with my arms folded. Joel only laughed as Wil rode up. I noticed and smiled. "What's up?" Joel asked. Without stopping, Wil tossed his bike to the ground near the rack, stepping off it as he did. "Not much. You guys ready to get your collective asses kicked?" he replied. I'd never actually gone to an arcade with Wil. Joel and I were almost evenly matched at all the games we bothered to play, but I had no idea what to expect. "You wish," Joel replied. Wil laughed at him and we stepped into the frigid building. I felt goose bumps on my arms as we entered, but I think it was probably more the sheer thrill of spending some time with Wil than anything else. I was excited by the competition. "I'll waste both of you at Mortal Kombat 4," I threatened. Joel knew I could. Wil was a skeptic. The quarters went in and Wil and I fought furiously at the machine. The imposing feeling both of my lack of knowledge on Wil's skill at the game and the fact that he was standing next to me impaired my game-play significantly and I lost the first round. After that, though, I fought hard and dirty. Wil was a match for me at Mortal Kombat 4 without even trying. Even my most favored combinations with the best characters in the game failed to defeat him. It turned out to be that way with a lot of the games in the arcade. I even managed to lose at a competitive game of SkeeBall. "Jesus, you suck," Wil informed me while we were eating hotdogs on the back patio of the building. "No, actually he's a virgin," Joel said in response. Wil laughed. "Oh and I suppose you're not," I said to Wil. His condescending laugh annoyed me for a moment; but only for a moment. "No. If that's any of your business, Tyler," he replied seriously. It wasn't any of my business. I had no right to inquire farther into his sex life. I'm sure by now you know what I said next. "Who with?" "Not telling," Wil taunted. I threw a french fry at him to which he responded by throwing a handful of his. The small food fight ended only when Joel complained about ketchup on his blue shirt. I told him it would wash out and we returned to the video games. "You go squish now!" I shouted, making my first real victory over Wil on any game. It was Street Fighter 3, which I'd never really played much. But I won, that was all that mattered. "Fuck you," Wil said kindly and stepped aside so that the next person in line could play. It was an older guy, probably close to seventeen. "Thank you and come again," I said in my best Indian accent, imitating Apu from "The Simpsons". "You wiped the floor with that guy," my new opponent said as the duel began. I looked over at him in response to the comment, giving him the chance to make a quick attack. The round was over before it started. "Yeah. He deserved it. He wiped just about everything with me earlier," I said. "Kinky," was the response. 'Kinky?' What was that supposed to mean? "What's that supposed to mean?" "I dunno. He wiped everything with you? How does that sound to you?" he replied. Wil laughed at the conversation, but added no comments. "I guess maybe it does sound kinky. That's not how I meant it, though," I said. And the conversation stopped there. Neither of us said anything else and when the fight was over, I left. "Did that guy at the arcade really bug you that much?" Joel asked once the three of us reached our favorite hill and were laying in the grass. "I dunno. He was a little intimidating anyway," I replied honestly. The sun was beginning to set in the distance, dimming the setting with a reddish hue. "Yeah. Oh well. When do you guys have to be home?" Wil asked, checking his watch. "Don't. Doesn't matter, not like anything big's going on tomorrow," Joel replied. Wil turned to me. "I said I'd be home at ten. What time is it?" I asked. "Little after nine. Wanna have some fun?" Joel replied, knowing that I had directed the question at Wil. "Fun how?" Wil asked. Joel grinned evilly and sat up. Wil and I exchanged confused looks and then turned back to Joel who proceeded to pull off his shirt. I looked back at Wil who shrugged and began to take his shirt off, too. I looked around the open area, scanning for people despite the fact that I knew nobody was ever around. I wasn't going to be the one to miss out on all of the fun so I removed my shirt as well. Pushing out his stomach as far as he could, Wil joked "Man, I knew I shouldn't have eaten that twelfth hot dog." Joel, being the youngest, erupted in laughter. I laughed a little, but only because Wil said it. He had a gorgeous body for a thirteen-year-old. It had the beginnings of an athletic build and his skin tone revealed that he spent a lot of time in the sun with his shirt off. I blinked a few times to make sure my eyes were working right. "What's the matter, boy, you never seen a God with his shirt off?" Joel asked sarcastically as he stopped laughing. "Not lately," I replied without averting my eyes. Wil laughed a bit and tackled me. He took me completely by surprise and knocked me onto my back. I grabbed his arms which were firmly placed against my shoulders and rolled as hard as I could. Wil fell over and I moved on top of him and the struggle continued in that manner until we were at the base of the hill. Being June, the grassy hill had very few sticks and made for a soft area to roll. Once Wil and I were done rolling around, I jumped to my feet and ran to the top of the hill. Wil followed close at my heels and again tackled me when I tripped near the peak. "Wil, Ty! Don't have too much fun!" Joel shouted, prying us apart. He had an evil grin on his face once again and pulled off his cutoff denim shorts. "Nice boxers," Wil commented when he saw Joel's red checkered under-clothing. I smirked and rather than pulling down my shorts, I pulled down Wil's. "Ha!" Joel shouted as he did the same to me. We had both apparently had the same idea at the same time. "So, Joel, what kinda fun did you wanna have?" Wil asked as if he didn't know. I looked down briefly and realized I hadn't even noticed the tent in my boxers. I suppose I was used to having that problem when I was near Wil. "You can't have a tent like that and not know," Joel replied, pointing to Wil's pants. I laughed a little and noted that Joel had the same problem. "Yeah, well, my tent is bigger than your tent!" Wil shouted. It was, but Joel didn't seemed to be bothered. He was eleven. "You guys ever beat off with other guys?" Joel asked as he pulled his small equipment through the fly of his boxers. "You mean like a circle jerk? No," I replied. Wil shook his head and pulled his own cock through his fly. I followed suit and soon we were all polishing our poles together. "You know I've wanted to do this for a long time," Wil said. He looked around at Joel and I, but I was focusing on him. Being thirteen, Wil and I had little hair in our crotches. Joel had nothing more than peachfuzz, but I thought he was cute nonetheless. "Yeah. Can you shoot?" Joel asked curiously. I almost laughed, but didn't. "Yeah," I answered, jerking my cock harder to keep pace. Joel was really moving. I suppose he was probably just an over-enthusiastic little kid. I could tell Wil was trying to keep pace, too, but it was futile. It was only a minute or two before Joel's body tensed up and he stopped jerking. He was too young for cum, but I could see from the look on his face that the pleasure was no less. "Jesus you're quick," Wil commented. I laughed, but continued. I didn't want to be last. I was, though. Wil took a deep breath and squirted his sweet nectar all over his chest and stomach. The sight of it, of course, sent me over and the bolts of manual pleasure climaxed in a huge burst of white semen which quickly covered my stomach. "That was fun," I said. "Told ya," Joel reminded me. I smiled as Wil got a rather evil look on his face. I was beginning to wonder what he was thinking, but before I could figure it out, he was licking the cum off of my stomach. "Jeez, that tickles," I laughed. He didn't stop until he was satisfied he'd gotten all of it, and then moved lower and took my again throbbing cock into his mouth. I said something surprised and probably profane, but words escape me. It was mostly just erotic moans. I was a virgin and the most sex I'd ever gotten was my left hand, so you can imagine how a blowjob felt. Against the cooling night air, Wil's hot mouth was giving me more pleasure than I could ever have imagined. I almost forgot to breath it was so good. "Oh my God," I said as I came in his mouth. I actually expected him to stop, but he just kept going as my muscles tightened and I shot everything I had left into his mouth. "C'mon, save something for me," Joel protested. When Wil was done and relaxing, Joel attacked him. He was all over him in seconds with his mouth taking as much of Wil's cock as he could into his small mouth. Joel wasn't a very big kid at eleven. Even though Wil's teenage equipment couldn't have been more than five and a half inches, Joel had trouble with it. He enjoyed it, nonetheless. I was getting turned on once again just watching, but I felt left out. I propped Joel up a bit and slid under him. He immediately placed his cock in my mouth and began bucking his hips. It was interesting taking my first taste of another guy. It tasted.. good. That night there was a lot of hot oral sex against the cold night air. It was passionate and beautiful and it was only the beginning. It was fire on ice. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- When I started this story, I had no idea what I was going to do with it. It may confuse you that Wil avoided Tyler for so long, but turned out to be gay. I'll explain: Young gay people tend to be insecure and don't want people to think they're gay. Avoiding gay people would help with that. Still doesn't make sense? E-mail me. GideonVI@aol.com. I'll happily explain :) So, did you like the story? I write for the audience. People tell me my best work was the "Jem'n'I" series I wrote earlier this summer. That's one I'll be continuing as my next project. Why? Because people like it. What's a story without readers? Anyway, dig this web page, it has all my work and my new stuff sooner than anything else: http://www.fortunecity.com/westwood/lagerfeld/248/ Enjoy. -Paul