Date: Wed, 20 Jan 2010 08:12:57 +0800
From: Johnny Kape <johnny.kape@gmail.com>
Subject: Love Needs Learning, Chapter 6

Before this chapter:

This story, well, is _NOT_ a pure fiction.  Some parts of this story, some
words spoken by the characters, even some places in this story were true.
They are parts of my childhood memory.  However, all the names, and all the
sex descriptions and actions were made up.  Hope you like this story.

Again, I wrote this story in my own language first, then tried to translate
into English.  Great thanks to Matthew Templar, who helped me with my
English, and helped me walk through a hard time during the days I wrote
this story.  I don't know how to show my appreciation to him, so I can just
say "thank you, Matt".  I recommend everyone to read his stories,
especially 'One Gift To Give', which I like very much.  He and his stories
are listed in the prolific writer list of Nifty, except his new story
'Julian and Roman', which was just done a few days ago.

All story writers like to receive your feedback, and I am no exception.
I'd love to hear from you about your thoughts, comments and criticisms.
I'll answer all emails.  Of course, if you read Matt's stories, please give
him your feedback, too.  Thank you.


-- Johnny Kape <johnny.kape@gmail.com>


Love Needs Learning -- Chapter 6


I cooked a pot of noodles, with a lot of vegetables in it.  Actually I just
mixed almost all the food cans and vegetables into the noodles.  I put the
pot on the dining table and put the bowls and chopsticks on the table.
Then I called Fred.

"Fred, are you done with your homework?  Our dinner is ready," I shouted.

"Okay," Fred answered from his room.  He appeared a minute later, wearing
only his boxer underwear.

I smiled, "Do you always only wear underwear at home?"

Fred nodded, and blushed again.  "Well, I'm usually alone at home,
so... sometimes I even..."

Fred stopped.  But I could guess, no, I was almost sure what was after the
"even...", so I didn't ask more.  I just grinned, and changed the topic.

"Your apartment is really clean.  Do you do most of the housekeeping?"

"No," said Fred.  "A woman comes here to clean for us twice or three times
a week.  I clean my own room only, because I don't like others to enter my
room."

"Oh."  I recalled that.  Yes, there was a woman who would want to go to
Fred's home in the morning, or sometimes in the afternoon.  "Doesn't your
dad ask her to prepare dinner for you?"

Fred shook his head.  "He doesn't care about that at all."

"Okay."  I was afraid to make him unhappy again, so I ended that topic.
"Now let's have our dinner."

"It smells so good."

"Just a simple meal," I scratched my head, and said embarrassedly.
"Actually, I don't cook well.  I cook only because it's a lot cheaper than
to eat outside every day."

"Simple, but very delicious."  Fred had already started to wolf down his
first bowl of the noodles.

"Don't hurry."

I also filled a bowl of noodles for me, and ate it while looking at Fred
eating happily.  Soon we finished the whole pot of noodles.

"It was so great.  I haven't eaten something like this for a long time,"
said Fred.

I smiled at him and started to clean the table.  Fred came to the kitchen
to help me wash the pots and bowls.  We put everything back to their
positions and put the kitchen waste into a bag.

When everything was done, Fred said, "I need to practice playing piano.  Do
you want to come to my room?"

"Sure.  I'd like to listen to your performance."

Fred led me to his room.  I exclaimed again.  "Wow."

His room was square, even larger than the living room.  A king-sized bed
was in the center, along the wall.  Beside the bed were his desk and
computer.  His homework was still on the desk.  On the left wall there was
a large cabinet.  Beside the cabinet was a door.  I thought that inside the
door it should be a bathroom.  A big window was facing the bed, with
curtains.  A piano was on the left side of the window, and a big shelf was
on the right side.  The whole room was clean, not as messy as a normal
boy's room.  Well, not as messy as mine.

"Your room is so large," I said in envy.  "In my childhood, my home was not
bigger than your room."

"But it's very boring to be alone," said Fred.  "Do you want to listen to
me playing piano?"

"Sure."

Fred closed the door of his room.  He walked to the piano, opened the lid
and removed the red flannelet on the piano keys.  His hands slid through
the keys and the clear sound bumped out from the piano.

I sat on Fred's bed.  His bed was quite good and very comfortable.  Fred
took out a music score from the piano bench, and sat in front of the piano.
Soon he started playing.

He only just started his first bar of this music and I already knew that he
was playing Bach's "Invention No. 8".  It was not an easy one, but Fred
played it very fluently.  To be honest, the music was so wonderful, but it
was played by a nearly naked fat 10-year-old boy.  The scene and the music
were not quite matched.

Well, there were a few defects.  Fred stuck his tongue out, but kept
playing.  After the whole piece was done, I applauded him.

"Hey, you played so well.  Bach's songs are not easy, and this one is not
an easy one among them," I said.

"Do you know it's Bach's music?  Can you play piano, too?" asked Fred.

I scratched my head.  "Well, I learned a little before.  But we had no
money to buy a piano, so I could only learn and practice at school.  I
can't play as good as you.  However, I like classical music very much, so I
know that it's Bach's 'Invention No. 8'.  Can you play more music please?
You played so beautifully.

Fred was happy.  He took another music score book.  I stood up and walked
to the piano and saw the cover of the book.  It was "The Sonatina I".

"Wow, your level of piano playing is quite high.  Sonatina!"

Fred blushed.  He found the piece he wanted to play.  I took a look at it.
It was Mozart's "Piano Sonata No.15, K.545", the first movement.

I exclaimed again, "Hey, it's not an easy one either!"

Fred smiled at me, and started to play.  I closed my eyes and concentrated
on listening to his performance.  I was quite surprised at Fred's skill
level at playing the piano.  The wonderful music flowed out from his
fingers.  Every note was quite clear and he controlled his strength very
well.  Especially in the middle of this song, the key signature changed,
but it didn't trouble Fred at all.

Fred ended his performance.  I still stood there with my eyes closed, to
let the music continue playing in my mind.  After a while, I opened my eyes
and Fred was looking at me.  He seemed to wait for my comments.  I didn't
talk, just gave him a 'thumb's up'.

Fred gave me a big smile.  He turned back to the piano and started
practicing again.  I started to browse his room.  I walked to his
bookshelf.  On his shelf there were many books, mostly about science,
astronomy, geography, and all kind of academic subjects.  However, most of
the books looked quite new.  It seemed that he didn't read them too often.

Fred was still playing and I walked to his desk.  There was a small shelf
above his desk, too.  What caught my eyes was a book, which was inserted on
the shelf.  It looked so familiar.  I pulled it out from the shelf.  Yes,
it was the book about history, which I was reading when I met Fred in the
bookstore the first time.

I looked at the book full of doubt.  Then I looked at Fred.

Fred had stopped his practice.  He looked at me too, and said after a
while, "I saw that you were reading that book, so I bought it to see what
you were reading."

"Are you interested in history, too?"

Fred blushed.  He lowered his head.  After a minute, some words started to
escape from his mouth slowly, "No, I just wanted to see what you were
reading..."

I looked at Fred, whose face was red.  Something in his words touched my
heart.  Would this kid... Could it be possible that...

Fred stood up and opened the piano bench.  He took a large notebook from
inside.  His face was still red, but he walked to me and gave me the
notebook bravely.

I put the history book down and took the notebook.  I opened it, and my
chin fell down to my chest.

That was a sketch notebook.  The first page was my portrait.  The second
page was also me.  I flipped more pages and saw that every page was me; my
full body, me in the park, even me in a superman suit.  His drawing skill
was also great.  The ratio was quite accurate.  The detail was very clear,
too.

I browsed through every page.  The more pages I saw, the harder my heart
beat.  On the last page was my face.  I found that at that page, near my
lips, there was some trace of water, not drawn, but wet.

I raised my head to look at Fred.  "Fred, you..."

Fred lowered his head, but now even his ears were all red.  I put the
notebook on the bed, and walked to Fred.  I wrapped my arms around his
neck.

"Fred, you... you kissed my picture, right?" I asked softly.

Fred still lowered his head.  After a long pause, he nodded slightly.

I cradled his cheeks with my hands slightly, and looked at his round face.
There was nothing more in my mind.  All I thought was about the boy in
front of me, who needed my hug and comfort, to fulfill his empty and lonely
mind.  I didn't hesitate.  I embraced him and kissed his lips deeply.

My action surprised Fred, but soon he closed his eyes and embraced me
tightly too.  He looked like he was melting in my deep kiss.  I kissed him
deeply, as though we were stuck together, and couldn't be taken apart
anymore.  At that moment, we were not only exchanging our first kisses, but
also transferring the friendship and love between us.  I felt that we were
blending into one.

I searched his tongue.  When my tongue touched his, I licked it and tasted
his sweet juice.  My hands started to caress his back, too.  I had very few
chances to touch anyone's bare body.  Fred's skin was a bit cold under the
air conditioning, but was very smooth.  It was my first time to have such a
tender feeling of touch.  I took off his boxer underwear and fondled his
back and ass crazily.  Soon my dick stood up.

I'd never thought that such kiss with a boy would stimulate me so much.  I
always thought that I just hadn't met the right girl, as a matter of
course.  I'd never considered whether I was interested in any male person
or not.  However, at that moment, in front of this boy, I couldn't help
giving Fred my first kiss.  I released him and watched his blushed face and
his white body.  All I thought was to feel his smooth skin with my own
body.

I took off my T-shirt and my pants and underwear.  I lay down on the bed
with Fred.  I touched, and rubbed Fred's naked body with my own.  My erect
penis pushed against Fred's thigh.  I kept kissing his cheeks, his ears,
and his neck.  I was about to explode.  However, while kissing and sucking
his hardened nipples, Fred pushed me away from him.

I was startled from the wonderful feelings of fondling Fred, just like
falling from heaven to hell.  I watched Fred's blushed face and asked,
"Why?  What happened?"

Fred sat up, and shook his head.  "Nothing."

I saw Fred trying to cover his breasts with both arms subconsciously and
then I understood.  I was so impetuous that I invaded somewhere he cared
the most.

"Sorry, I must be too impetuous," I said.  "I'd never thought that I would
be so impulsive."

"It's okay," Fred said.  After a while, he raised his head.  "Are we
becoming gay?"

I couldn't help starting to laugh.  I laughed so hard, until I saw Fred's
annoyed face.  I tried to calm down and I hugged him with my arms.  Then I
pointed to my semi-hard dick, with some precum in front of it.

"Look, kissing and touching you like that made my dick fully stand up."

Fred laughed, too.

I became serious, and said softly, "I never would have expected that a boy
like you would bring me such a wonderful feeling.  I always thought that I
could never be gay.  But now, I think that even if we are gay, so what?
You don't need to mind if your body shape is not all that good.  Your body
made me feel very comfortable and wonderful.  Really."

Fred leaned his head against my shoulder.  I kissed his forehead.

"Don't mind how others see you, okay?  Your body made me feel very good.
Just remember that."

"Can we... do that again?" asked Fred.

"Yes, but I have some conditions," I said seriously.

Fred watched me with eyes in question.

"First, this should be our secret or I would be thrown into jail."

Fred nodded.

"Then," I went on, "don't do stupid things anymore, okay?  If you try to
commit suicide again, it will break my heart."

Fred lowered his head and nodded slightly after a while.  "I won't.  Now I
have you..."

A warm feeling was flowing through my mind.  I hugged Fred and felt the
wonderful touch of Fred again.

Fred raised his head again.  "But... if I hadn't tried to commit suicide
last time, I'd never have met you."

I laughed out again, and hugged him tightly.  "Yes, I'm sure we would have
met.  We are destined to be together."


-- To be continued.