Date: Sun, 2 Jun 2019 12:27:47 -0700
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Off Limits

WHAT UP PEEPS??

It's your boy Ryan back and better than ever. I was dealing with personals
so apologies to those who emailed me asking for more stories. I honestly
apologise.

I hope you guys enjoy this one. Loved writing it. Be patient lol...it WILL
contain sex in future but for the first chapter, I wanted to set the scene
and storyline ;)

As you know, I'm always up for a chat, so feel free to email me if you
liked the story. Even if you hated it hahaha.

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Enjoy!
Love, Ryan.

OFF LIMITS
CHAPTER ONE

It was literally the first step I had taken downwards from the lecture hall
when I felt my phone vibrate inside my jean's pocket. Hey, at least
something that belongs to me gets to tingle. Ha! Fuck, that's getting
desperate. Putting down my books onto the ground and sitting down myself in
the process, I saw that Tiffany was calling. My best friend since Junior
High. The one person I can tell everything to. Spill my guts, as it were.

Well maybe not EVERYTHING. Some things are probably left better unsaid. She
knew I had classes this time of day, and for her to phone me at the EXACT
moment that the lecture had ended, spoke volumes. She needed a favour. She
kinda always does. And boy, does she love to milk asking one. She'll take a
problem waaaay back to when we met, when no one wanted to make friends with
the four eyed freak. She'll speak in monologues on how if she didn't offer
her jelly babies to share that day, we would never have become
friends. Don't start. I kinda fall for it every time.

Tiffany hasn't had a good life, then again, neither have I. Growing up poor
sucked, especially when there was seemingly no way out. We swore when we
were kids we'd find good jobs and get ourselves out of Lavender Cove, the
small village we lived in. As far as things went to that degree, I was well
on my way to doing just that. Graduated as Valedictorian in high school and
received a full scholarship to study teaching. Unfortunately, due to my
mother passing away in the middle of my second year, forced me to quit
University, and to look after my siblings. I scored a job as a waiter in a
posh restaurant, and after three years, worked my way up to manager. I
returned to studying the moment I had enough saved, and my dad and sister
were reasonably back on their feet. I was grateful to Spur Steak Ranches
for my time there, but it wasn't and never would be ME.

Working with kids, especially high school kids was my dream, teaching was
my passion and life. There, for me, was no other feeling, as perfect as
when you gently explained something to a young soul, to place a little bit
of your own mind, body and soul into theirs. Hopefully what they learned,
they would carry with them like I have all my twenty-nine years. I was on
the verge of graduating cum laude for my degree. I had already received
offers from numerous schools for a position the following year. Life seemed
bright, for me at least.

For Tiffany, things didn't quite work out as we had hoped. She got pregnant
on her fourteenth birthday when after too much booze, she lost her
virginity to the guy she was dating back then.  I can still remember her
simply not turning up at school one day, with no explanation or
reason. After several days of her not wanting to speak with me, I marched
over there and nearly broke my knuckles in knocking that wood door down
stupid. This was my best friend. She clearly needed my help. Anyone's
help. It was later that night, when I heard my window creak open, and saw a
shadow outside. Like we have done numerous times, Tiffany simply and
quietly, made her way into my room and joined me on the bed. At first,
there was a deathly silence. I didn't know what to say or where to begin
asking what was going on, and she couldn't get the words out to answer.

It was then, that she showed me what she had clutched tightly inside her
right fist. A positive pregnancy test. I held her close that evening, no
words were needed. She knew I was there for her, like she had been for me
in the past. The roles were reversed when I came out to her a year later,
admitting to my dear friend that I was attracted to boys. We were a pair,
me and Tiffany. No one questioned it. It was just the way it had always
been. We had this thing where we would press our index fingers together, as
in a sort of pact that we would forever be friends and in each other's
lives.

Unfortunately due to the pregnancy she had to drop out of school and there
simply was not enough funds to send her back AND to keep a new born baby
taken care of. They were THAT poor. A couple of months after her eighteenth
birthday, she was forced to marry Preston, as his family refused to
acknowledge the child if it didn't have their last name. Unlike me and
Tiff, Preston was from a wealthy family and immediately was pulled into his
father's factory after he had graduated. Tiffany didn't even have to work,
as long as she agreed to take care of little JJ.

Sounds good right? Guess again. Preston took every opportunity he had to
cheat on Tiffany. He reminded her at least eight times a day that he was
forced to marry her. That she got pregnant on purpose. Even worse...that
she had to cut ties with her faggot buddy... me. She might have had an
allowance that he gave her every month, but that didn't make up for the
constant humiliation and loveless marriage.

I almost forgot that my phone was ringing. I haven't heard from Tiffany in
weeks. Haven't seen her face to face for over three years.

"Hello? Tiff?"

"Ryan, thank God! Look, I can't take the drive to JJ's school and attend
the match they have this afternoon. He will be gutted if no one is there to
support him and see him play. Can't you help me out? He loves you."

Manipulation 101.

"Babe, he hardly knows me."

"You think I would have asked you if I wasn't desperate? Can you help me or
not?"

"Yes, I suppose I can. Where is the school again? Just give me directions,
I'm at Uni right now."

"I know exactly where you are, you dickhead. Its about 30 minutes out of
town, turn right at the mall and again, right at that big housing
estate. The school is right across. If you can't find it, just mention
Clifford Curro to anyone around. Someone will be able to help you."

"It's fine, I have my GPS if needed. Tiff, will I even recognise JJ? I
haven't seen him since Preston told me never to come near his son
again. And that was when JJ was five!"

"Well...I kinda told him to wait for you in front of the school already..."

"Before you even called me? Unbelievable. No. Actually, I can believe it."

"Don't blame me if you have no life."

"Shut up. I'll gladly go and see him play, but where's Preston? Wouldn't he
rather go and watch his son?"

"He can't make it, because I can't make it. We have a meeting with our
lawyers. I'm suing his ass for divorce."

"Tiff! Finally! Wow, girl. This is huge! When did this happen?"

"I finally, finally have evidence that he's cheating. And I can prove
it. I'm taking that rich bastard to the cleaners and getting a better life
for me and my son. Tell JJ I love him and I'll come and pick him up after
the match."

"Will do. So he's really waiting for me outside the school?"

"You actually have only 20 minutes to get there now. Get moving."

"Fuck. I hate you."

"Same here. See you later."

I slowly ran to the parking lot and got into my modest second hand Uno. To
think, I haven't seen JJ since he was five years old. He must be, what,
fifteen by now? Preston never liked the fact that Tiffany and I were
close. He always used to say gay people would burn in hell and he didn't
want his son being exposed to someone like me. Sure, Tiffany and I would
meet up regularly and that gave me the chance to hold and bond with JJ, but
that ended when my mom died, plus the fact that I was working all the time
and Tiffany had her own problems with her marriage falling apart. I still
feel guilty that I missed so much of my best friend's kid and his
life. Before JJ's birth me and Tiff used to joke about me baby sitting so
that she could go out and meet a rich man. Little did we know how ironic
THAT dream turned out.

It took me to find the school sooner than I thought. It was impossible to
miss though, it was the only private school in town. Let Preston be what he
may, but he took care of JJ in his own way. The school itself was rather
majestic, in a word. It reeked of money, power, status and wealth. There
were a lot of students standing around, talking shit to their friends, some
were making their way into the grounds, and some were on their phones and a
few even had bike helmets on. The only helmet I had in school was that of
my second hand BMX bicycle. Go figure. I parked and slowly got out. I
realised that I had no idea what JJ looked like. I silently cursed
Tiffany. I loved her but...she could have at least sent me a current
picture of JJ so I would recognise him. She said, he was waiting for me
just outside the school. I made my way to the gate and looked around. Sure,
there were loads of kids but...wait...was that Preston?

No, but it sure as fuck was a younger version of him. God. Suddenly it made
sense. Tiffany knew that I would know who he was the moment I saw him. How
was it possible that the kid looked about 98% alike to his teenaged father?
I didn't only see him. I saw him with a bloody cigarette in his hand. Did
Tiffany know her son was smoking? Did she even care if she did know? Don't
think Preston would be happy if he knew. I approached with caution.

"JJ?"

"Yeah?"

The moment his eyes latched onto mine...God...I can't describe it. It was
like looking into teenage Preston's features...but he had his mother's
eyes. He had his father's dark black hair, he was clearly muscled from
playing soccer. He had a silver chain around his neck, and a couple of
beads around his wrists. He was already dressed in his football kit. I got
to admit, it was hard to swallow, seeing what I was seeing. I have never,
ever had an attraction to a teenage boy ever since I was one myself. I
always prayed that I never became one of those gay men who prayed on young
kids, especially with me studying to be a teacher. It's not like I wanted
to find him gorgeous, he just...was? If that makes sense?

He quickly dropped the fag as soon as he realised I was probably a bit too
quiet.

"Are you Uncle Ryan? Mom's buddy?" His voice was deep. Obviously well into
puberty.

"Uhm...yeah. And please, leave out the uncle. It's Ryan. And you're
obviously JJ. Kid, I haven't seen you in like ten years. I'm sorry. I was
just...shocked at how much you've grown!"

"Tends to happen with you get older," he smirked and with a flick of his
eyes he mentioned me to walk with him. We entered the school grounds and
the walked around the back towards the soccer field.

"I overheard my parents screaming at each other last night. About the
divorce. It was kinda hard not to," he said as we engaged in conversation.

"You did? Couldn't have been very enjoyable? You okay?"

He shook his head. His hair flopped over his eyes.

"They've been shouting and fighting ever since I can remember. My mom told
me last week that she wanted to get back in touch with you. Apparently you
guys were besties growing up?"

"Yeah, we were. I was there when she was preggers with you. That's why I
can't quite believe this is you now. I even held you as a baby. It's
weird. We were just fourteen when you were born."

He stopped, so I did as well. I could see action on the field as the
coaches rounded up the kids to start the match. I figured he would run off
and join them, but he placed his hand firmly on my arm.

"I know why Dad didn't want me to have anything to do with you. I gotta go,
but I just wanna say, I'm fine with the whole gay thing. My best friend is
gay. I'm not though."

You gotta love teens.

"I never thought you were, but thanks, I guess. Go, your teammates must be
waiting!"

"Wish me luck, I'm a striker, so I have to score!" he yelled as he ran
away, joining up with his buddies. I made myself comfortable amongst the
visiting parents who came all the way to watch their kids play a school
soccer match. I realised way too late what a mistake that was. There is
nothing more irritating than a parent thinking their child is the best at
anything. How these poor players cope on the field was a mystery. Two dads
even got in each other's faces about the offside rule. And their kids were
on the SAME team!

Half time reached a conclusion of 0-0. I somehow thought, rather if I'm
honest, hoped, that JJ would come over as majority of the other boys did to
their parents, but then again, I wasn't his father. He chose to stay in the
dug out with his buddies and murder themselves with bottles of water. Three
minutes into the second half, one of JJ's teammates hooked in a corner
kick. JJ, as if from no where, rushed into the opposing team's defence and
towered above them, getting his head to the ball before anyone else and it
bounced into the back of the net. The crowd went ballistic. I clearly
didn't realise what an important interschool game this was. JJ's school was
playing against their biggest rivals. Kinda explains now though, why
Tiffany so badly wanted someone to be here and support her son when she
couldn't.

What I didn't expect, was for JJ to run all across the soccer pitch towards
the stands. More specifically, towards where the parents were. To be
honest, I didn't believe my eyes even when I realised what was about to
happen. The kid was running full speed...towards ME. He held out his arms
with his palms outstretched. Finally regaining my senses and not to make
him look like an idiot, I smiled cheerfully and high fived him with both
hands. He let out a sort of battle cry, before jogging back with his
teammates. The other parents around me had to know I wasn't JJ's father but
several pats on the back and fist bumps onwards, it was clear they didn't
care. I was there supporting JJ and that, was all that mattered to them. It
was just such a warm, wonderful moment.

In the end, that sole goal from JJ was all that it took to win the game and
send the stands and the kids playing into rafters after 90 minutes. They
had beaten their biggest rival and look what it had meant to them. I made
my way down the stands towards the parking lot as I figured JJ would wanna
celebrate with his buddies first. I didn't even know if he'd wanna shower
first or not. As I walked to my car, two of JJ's teammates were walking
back to the school with their shirts off. My God. I'm gay. I see a
beautifully shaped male body. I'm fucking drooling.

Out of the corner of my eye I kept watching them until they have passed
me. What are they feeding teenage boys these days? Both had ripped six pack
abs! So did I, but I was twenty-nine years old, not fifteen! I was a little
more concerned with, after willing myself and my cock to stay soft, that I
was in fact checking out two school boys. And what exactly it meant. Come
to think of it...I've never had a boyfriend. I've always worked my ass off,
or taken care of my family, or been too busy studying. There was good
looking guys on campus but none I'd had any sort of connection with. But
what, one afternoon at a high school soccer match and I'm checking out hot
teenage boys?

I see JJ at the gate. He's clearly looking for me. Getting out, I see his
biceps. His floppy, wet, black hair. His beautiful eyes. His youthful
frame, bursting with energy. His lust for life. If he wasn't fifteen, AND
the son of my oldest and best friend...that would be everything I would
ever want in another man...

"Congrats little dude! Wait, I shouldn't really call you little, the way
you pushed those defenders away to score, that was insane!"

He smiled. My heart fluttered. Stop it, Ryan. No. You're looking for
trouble.

"We worked on that in training. So stoked it paid off. Isn't my mom here
yet?"

"Uhm no, she's not. Wait lemme check...yep, missed a text from
her. Okay...she says she's going straight home and I should take you
there. Wonder what happened?"

"I'll find out alright. Whole damn night probably," he said woefully, his
bravado suddenly a distant memory. Poor kid. Does Preston and Tiffany even
know what their actions are doing to their son?

I tried my best to make convo and to regain some of the earlier wind ups he
had before and after the match, but all his replies were wither grunts or
one word answers. In studying teaching, I knew that any forcing of the
subject now or pushing him to talk was the wrong time to do. If he wanted
to open up, he would.

Finally, I pulled into their street and stopped in front of their home. I
got out and grabbed JJ's sports bag from the back of the car. He got out
slowly, his eyes never leaving his house.

"You okay, bud?"

"My dad isn't home. His car isn't here. He's usually home this time. I
wanted to tell him that I scored the winning goal. I wanted to tell him we
won. I just..."

Was that his voice breaking? Was that a tear rolling down his cheek?
Everyone had their parents or at least one parent there that afternoon. JJ
was the only kid who had to be satisfied with having a family friend watch
him play. I wasn't his dad. Nor his mom. Damn Preston and Tiffany. An idea
formed in my head. If he doesn't like me touching him, he can tell me. But
I really needed to...

He melted into my hug. I held him tight, like I imagined a father would his
son. His muscles underneath my palms were insane. Hard. Strong. I felt him
underneath me. Just like all those years ago, as a tiny new born baby, I
held this beautiful boy in my arms whilst he cried. History repeating
itself. God.

"I better go inside. Mom will be worried," he said.

I immediately released him. The kid knew I was gay. I really, REALLY,
didn't want him to get the wrong idea about me.

"I'll go in with you. I haven't seen your mom in weeks."

He nodded and wiped his eyes. I kept my hand on his shoulder as we walked
towards the house. He didn't shove me off. Before we reached the porch, the
door opened and out came my bestie of twenty-three years. She gave a little
yelp as she laid eyes on me. Running towards her, I swooped into her arms,
lifting her off the porch, lightly swinging her around, I swear, our
laughter could be heard for miles. As I finally placed her back on solid
ground, we hugged and held each other close for a while longer. She shook
with emotion.

"Been too long, numb nuts," she croaked, holding me tight.

"We both like nuts, you bitch," I grinned into her ear. She laughed and
buried her face into my neck. When you grow up as best friends, and you're
poor as shit, going to bed with empty tummies, living in dangerous
neighbourhoods, there is created a solemn bond between you that is quite
simply unbreakable.

As I lifted up my head, my eye caught the symbol of beauty and
masculinity. If I thought those two boys back at the school were yum...JJ
was at the fridge, downing a bottle of water. He was shirtless. His chest
was heaving. His pectorals were ripped. His VPL was clear and defined. He
was the perfect specimen of a fifteen year old boy.

Was it chance? Was it coincidence? He turned around, looking straight at
me. As if he wanted to show me, what I wanted to see.

Nah, it couldn't be. He said he was straight. Even if he was by some
miracle, I was fourteen years older than him! As quickly as it happened, he
walked away, back into the house.

What the hell did I get myself in to?

"Get in here. Preston won't be coming home tonight. We need a good catch
up!" Tiffany said as she finally released me.

And I needed to genuinely remind myself...the kid that I was seemingly
attracted to...was the son of my life long best friend.

For God's sake. I changed him as a baby. I helped to feed him. I held him
the day he was born.

Sigh. Off limits. For sure.



THANKS FOR READING!! I really wanna write a second chapter but I figured
I'd see first how much you guys like/hate the first. So be honest if you
guys wanna contact me lol 

Peace and love.

liciousryan@gmail.com