Date: Thu, 30 Oct 2008 15:41:31 +0000 From: liamskyler69@googlemail.com Subject: Liam and Skyler chapter 1 Should you be reading this? If for *ANY* reason you shouldn't then may I sugguest that you turn around and find some other site to be displeased with? Awesome. If your under the age of 18 then I urge you not to read this; you could get into trouble. If you are insistent then delete your history and downloads. *IF* it is against the law for you to read 'homo erotic' content about underaged boys then I don't want the police kicking your door down, use your head instead of..well, you know. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I promise I'll learn to paragraph properly sometime in the future. I'd like to thank Andy; the author of 'Asleep on the beach' for inspiring me to write. Other stoies which have inspired me are; *Forver on a Tree (Awesome love story) *Apocolypse (Post-apocolyptic orgy fun) [Catch Up] "Ahh. You must be Liam." said a man walking over to him, "My name is Mr. Woods" he said grasping a hold of his hand and shaking it. "Yes Mr. Woods" Liam said, knowing his place and when to show respect. "Please step into my office" leading the way Liam followed him down a corridor and into a room behind the reception. ~0~0~ "You've come to us from Grange Valley, is that right?" Mr Woods stated, not so much as asked. Liam looked up at him, with his usual quiet demeanor and replied "Yes sir." A knock came at the door, and without waiting for an answer a young boy walked in. He couldn't of been younger than him, but he seemed so.. youthish. "Heya, I'm Skylar, you can call me Sky; I've been asked to show you around!" I said. Mr. woods was obviously frustrated at my inability to wait for an answer. "Have you no manners boy?" he bellowed. I flashed him my trademark cheeky grin which always seemed to melt anyones anger. Sat in the seat staring at me was a very good looking boy! Vivid green eyes, awesome jet black hair. I was staring now and quickly averted my eyes from his, blushing infront of the new boy won't do me any good. "Away with you, wait out side" Mr. Woods half yelled, half asked me. "Yes sir" I mumbled. I walked outside, but not before catching another quick glimpse of the adonis sitting by the desk. Standing in the hallway, it seemed to take for ever waiting. When the door finally opened, I was greeted by the cute guy. "I'm Liam" he told me with a smile. The way he showed dimples when he smiled was cute as hell, his hair perfectly spiked and his face tanned as I sumised that the rest of him would be. "Where you from dude? I lived here all my life so there's no way your from ANYWHERE around here with that awesome tan and all" He blushed, what a way to break the ice I thought to myself. "What are you in first?" I asked, trying to break the suffocating silence. "I have got erm.. P.E" Liam replied, almost in a happy tone, bordering on insane. I couldn't believe my luck, I've got that too. I wanted to scream down the halls at my happiness. "Dude, no way; we're together!" The excited boy known as Sky exclaimed loudly, perhaps too loudly as the receptionist shushed him. Liam let out a soft giggle and I digged him in the arm with a smile. "C'mon, we don't want to be late, Mr Premium will be pissed!" I said under my breath as not to be overheard. "Umm.. Skylar..?" Speaking more quietly now. "It's Sky dude.." "I don't have any shorts to wear, is that ok?" He asked. Meh.. I don't know if there are words to describe what I was feeling at that moment, but I'll try. Happy is the nearest thing to it, more extatic. I don't know what Liam thought at the time, but he must of thought I was having a seizure or something as I just locked up with a huge teeth to ear grin. Sorry, let me explain. Mr. Premium makes you play in your underwear if you don't bring your kit. I was syked at the prospect of seeing this guy in the near-buff, but also sad for him because it's hell raisingly embarresing. "Earth to Sky.. come in sky." he said waving his hand infront of my face. "..wha?" I managed to mumble. Looking at me hard, Liam said "You totally zoned out on me man, whats up?" "You can lend some of mine, I have a spare in my locker just incase" I replied. I didn't bother to let him in on the fact of having to play in his underwear as that could of been social suicide if you sprouted whilst playing rough and tumble with the other boys. I knew this first hand. "Awesome, c'mon then lets go!' he said happily. He started walking off, in the wrong direction might I add. I didn't have the heart to tell him as.. well, I was distracted. it's that old 'Hate to see you go, but love to see you leave' thing. He came up to the end of the corridor and glanced around in a stupor. "What?" he called to me from down the hall. "This way." I said pointing to my left. He giggled and walked back up to me, he hit me on the arm. "That's for making me look a fool" Liam said smiling. An uneventful day to say the least. I'd tell you about it but you would probably close the page and read a 'better' story. I'm not going to bore you so I'll sum it up. We have Gym, English and Maths. Everyone was fawning over the new boy. He looked quite taken back with all the attention. I went to look for him at lunchtime, but he was surrounded by people so I just headed to the library to use the computers. In the afternoon on a monday I have woodshop, so I didn't get to see him. I walked home alone feeling downhearted. Upon arriving in my street I saw him getting out of a car, and walked into a house just a few down from mine. I continued to walk down my street, thinking nothing more of it; what I didn't know at the time is that was where he lived. But *that* my friends is another chapter. ~END~ More soon! Mail me if you wish; liamskyler69@googlemail.com If you have been touched by any issues in this story, or have touched youself from the issues in this story (rofl) then just wait for the next one. There are not enough story's of love between boys on Nifty. Just perverts and the odd insomniac. Make Nifty classy and write a love story today! (Artist listened to whilst writing )