Date: Fri, 07 Jun 2002 23:53:15 +0000 From: Village Idiot Subject: Pete Part Two This is a semi-fictional story about a boy who secretly admires one of his school classmates. The names are completely made up, and although I had previously stated the story is also completely made up, it is based on my own real life experiences with a few embellishments. Any comments are welcomed by emailing the author, Bobby Richardson, at village_idiot2000@hotmail.com. Thanks for reading my story. I also want to thank the readers who have expressed how much they enjoyed Part One of this story and for the encouragement I have received from other authors. I want to extend a special thanks to Charlie, the author of Monterey Delights and Battered Barbarian, for his words of inspiration and encouragement, and to Bob for being such a great fan. Thank you Charlie. I consider you to be a very good friend, and I hope you feel the same about me. You are truly an amazing person! And thank you Bob for your kind words and encouragement. I truly appreciate your belief and confidence in me as a new writer. Now here's the long awaited Part Two of Pete Pete - Part Two Just as I'm getting off my bed and begin to dress, I hear a knock on my door. "Yeah" I answered. "Someone from school is here to see you" said my mom's voice on the other end of my door. "Ok I'll be right there, mom. Thanks" I answered. When I got dressed, I opened my bedroom door to see who was there. My mouth dropped open and I became speechless. ........"OH MY GOD!!" was going through my mind. It was Pete! "Hi Pete. Good to see you, hmm, only how did you know where I live?" I asked, very pleasantly surprised to see the boy of my dreams standing in front of me in the doorway to my bedroom. Yes, the very bedroom where just a moment ago I imagined Pete laying naked next to me on my bed while I was fulfilling my 14-year old sexual fantasy desires. "I live on the next street over about a block from here. I just moved here last week. I saw you walk over to your house while I was walking home from school. Guess you didn't see me, huh?" said Pete. "Um, no I didn't. That's cool though. How's it going?" I asked. "Not too bad., but I was wondering if I can ask you to do a big favor for me....PLEASE??? and I'll be your best friend in the whole world forever" asked Pete. My mind began to wonder what is so important that he`s willing to pledge his friendship to me forever? "Sure, Pete. If I can. What do you need done?" I asked. "Well I lost my notes from Kernan's class, and I was wondering if I can copy yours so I can study them tonight. I'd really appreciate it if you will let me, so I can pass the quiz tomorrow. You know the notes we took on the safety stuff?" Pete said with a look of uncertainty. I sighed inside and smiled in relief that Pete didn't hear me a few minutes earlier while I was calling out his name in pleasure. That would have been a total embarrassment for me while risking that Pete would tell everyone at school the next day that I'm queer. Then I thought, naw, he wouldn't say anything like that and tell anyone that he was the subject of my fantasy. That would mean he would risk as much teasing as I would receive. Ok so I come back to planet earth for a moment and say "Sure, Pete. I have my notes in my back pack. It's on a chair in the foyer. Come on with me. I'll get it for you" I said, as Pete follows me down the hall to the entrance room to get my notes. As we are walking, I noticed Pete is looking around the house with what looks like amazement in his eyes. We live in Pelican Shores, an upper-middle class neighborhood, in a 4-bedroom home with a two car garage. The house is about halfway down Bay Avenue and sits on a large lot with golf course green grass. It's a beautiful place, but a few of the neighbors are snobs, like Mrs. Carrington who lives two doors down. She's the President of the Pelican Shores Property Owners Association and is always quoting rules to my mom and dad and the other neighbors. My dad is a lawyer and quoted a few laws to her about her rules that quickly made her shut her mouth on one occasion. My dad threatened to file suit against the association and naming her personally in the suit for violation of some statute which I have no clue what it meant. Secretly I was thinking "Yeah dad, you tell her. Show that bitch you mean business and don't take anymore shit off her." I really look up to my dad, and I love him very much. I even have thought about going to law school after college so I can become a lawyer like my dad, but first I need to finish high school. Since that day my dad told Mrs. Carrington legally what she can do with her rules, she hasn't been as bad about coming around and quoting them, but every now and then she will still show up at our door with a piece of paper about some bullshit. "WOW, BOBBY....YOU HAVE A POOL!!!" Pete exclaims in excitement as he's looking past the entrance area, through a large glass door towards the back, looking directly at our swimming pool. "Man, I wish we had a pool at my house" he says. "Yeah, Pete. My parents throw pool parties on the weekends sometimes, and they invite all their friends over and we have lots of fun" I answered. Actually it's the pool parties my parents throw that upsets Mrs. Carrington the most. She's always telling all the other neighbors how it's against the associations rules because of the noise coming from our house. She says we're violating the "Quite Enjoyment" clause in the associations by-laws. Funny she's the only one who ever complains. Often the parties will last till 3AM and you can hear splashing and laughter going on most of the night as my parents friends become more intoxicated. I think Mrs. Carrington's problem with my parents is that she has never been invited to any of our parties, so she wants to stop us from having them. And I also think she needs a real good lay. Oh well, I say. Shit happens. Besides, my parents throw a way cool pool party, and I'm always there with them having fun. So I tell Pete, "Hey man, come on over anytime and go swimming. My parents don't mind. They're cool. It'll be fun having you over. We can have our own pool party sometime if you want." "YOU MEAN IT, BOBBY? REALLY? WOW! Thanks man. That'll be WAY COOL!" Pete says to me with even more excitement in his voice. For some strange reason, I got excited and felt tingly over the fact I was able to make Pete happy with that simple invitation. "Come on out by the pool and look around" I said to Pete, as we walked over towards the big sliding glass door. As I open the huge heavy door, we walked outside where I see my mom on one of the lounge chairs and I say "Mom, this is my new friend Pete from school." "Yes, Bobby, we met when I answered the door and he asked to see you," she says with a smile and slight chuckle. "Feel free to come over anytime Pete. Bobby's friends are always welcome in our home" mom says. "Oh yeah, right, DUH, I forgot about that" I replied with a red blushed face since now I think I look stupid in front of Pete. "Hey mom can Pete come over sometime and go swimming with me in the pool. I already told him he can, but I want to make sure with you. He doesn't have a pool at his house. So can he, please?" I ask. "Sure, anytime" as she turns to face Pete and continues "Come over anytime, Pete. We're having a pool party this Saturday. Would you like to join us? You and Bobby will have so much fun." My mom has a way about herself that you know from the beginning if she likes you or she doesn't. And I could see she definitely likes Pete which made me happy. I love my mom, and we get along great, except sometimes she gets firm about my friends, and we don't always agree on who is acceptable and who isn`t. It was obvious that Pete made a good first impression. "Thanks Mrs. Richardson. That would be cool" Pete answered. "Oh don't be so formal. Please call me Ann" replies my mom. "Ok Ann, thanks... OH MAN!!! I have to go home now. I promised my mom I would help her around the house before my dad gets home. Can I copy your notes now, Bobby" asked Pete. Oh shit, I had completely forgotten about the notes. "sure man. let's go. I'll get them for you now" I said. We headed back inside the house to find my back pack, and as I'm reaching inside it to get my notes, my little brother Joey walks in the room. He's 12, and has the personality of politician, because he never gives you a straight answer about anything, but I love him anyway. He has blond hair like me, and weighs 96 pounds, standing 5'3." Joey is in the 6th grade at Crystal Key Middle School, and all he ever talks about are girls. "Whose your friend Bobby Baby" he asked. Bobby Baby is what my little brother calls me when he wants to sound cool and like he's all that and then some. "This is Pete from my school. He came over to borrow notes from one of our classes. Oh by the way. Mom says Pete can come over Saturday for the pool party" I said. "Oh, ok, that's cool. Nice meeting ya, Pete. See ya later" Joey says as he heads for the phone to call his obnoxious girlfriend. I can't stand her. She's so irritating when she laughs which is a constant never ending 12-year old girlish giggle. I hand my notes to Pete and tell him he can take them home and copy them, and I will come over later and get them back after he's finished. "Hey thanks Bobby. I really appreciate you doing this for me. You can come over anytime after 8. I'll be done by then and we can talk if you want. I live in the big white and brown house at the end of Pelican Drive. Just look for Vinelli on the mail box and that's where I live" Pete tells me as I'm trying not to be so obvious that I'm staring at his beautiful body, looking at everything, especially his crotch. He then gets a piece of paper and a pencil and starts to write something. "Here's my phone number. If you get lost, call me, ok Bobby?" he says as he hands me the paper. As I take the paper, my hand lightly brushes against his and I feel that tingly warm feeling all over again. I just wanted to pull him closer and embrace him against me, but I refrain out of fear that he will not be receptive to such advances. And I also knew I didn't want to risk loosing his friendship. With that, Pete leaves out the front door and heads home, and I head back to my room. Later my dad comes home and Joey, mom, dad and me sit down for our evening family dinner get together. Tonight we're having mom's meatloaf and veggies. My mom is an excellent cook, and she is teaching me about cooking. I've already learned how to make her meatloaf, but I'm no where near as good as my mom. We talk about how our day went since this is a time every evening when the whole family gets together. My mom and dad are very firm about Joey and me being there at dinner time so they can ask us about school or anything else that may be going on in our lives. I told dad about Pete and how we're becoming such good friends. Mom told him she and I invited Pete over for the Saturday pool party and dad said that he would like to meet my new friend. "Saturday will be a perfect day to meet Pete and give everyone a chance to get to know each other" my dad said. After dinner, I helped with the cleanup while Joey, once again, called his irritating girlfriend. After mom and I were finished in the kitchen, I headed over to find Pete's home so I can get my notes and talk more with him. Pete gave excellent directions since I had no problem finding his house. Just like he said, I found the white and brown house at the end of Pelican Drive with the mailbox at the end of the driveway with his last name - Vinelli. I walked up to the door and rang the bell, and Pete answered the door. I couldn't believe what I saw. Pete was topless, exposing his smooth chest which was in the beginning stages of development. He looked sooooo sexy, and instantly I became erect with excitement of seeing Pete without his shirt. The End of Part Two I hope you like the way this story is transpiring so far. Comments and constructive criticisms are always welcome by emailing me at village_idiot2000@hotmail.com. Thanks so much for all the kind words of encouragement I have received so far. Part Three will be ready in a few days, and it will be submitted once it's complete. Bobby "The Village Idiot" Richardson