Date: Wed, 8 Aug 2018 21:42:39 +0000
From: Danny Writer <omgdannywriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gaining Silver - Chapter Six

Hello everyone. I'm new to writing stories, at least ones that are read by
other people, so any feedback would be appreciated. You can email me at
omgdannywriter@hotmail.com and I've set up a tumblr as well at
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recently so I hope you enjoy the content there too).

All the usual disclaimers stand - the characters and events of this story
are entirely fictional and ever part is played by an actor over the age of
18 (or 21, whatever it is where you are). Don't read this story if you are
offended by the idea of teenage boys engaging in sexual acts with each
other.


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Gaining Silver - Chapter 6

Running through the forest, it felt like I was just darting through the
same trees again and again. My mind was racing and I couldn't focus on a
single thought. The panic that I felt thinking that Luke was angry with me,
was disgusted in me, that so extreme that I could barely breathe. I'd lost
sight of Luke almost immediately and was now just wandering around in
confusion. I had no idea where he had gone. Hell, I had no idea whether I
was. I shouted out to him and could hear my voice echoing back to me but
there wasn't a single response that came from the towering maze of trees
that surrounded me.

My vision was starting to shake and my breathing worsened. With all of the
leaves covering the ground and hiding the roots twisting through from the
soil underfoot, I was beginning to lose my footing and, after a few steps,
I found myself tumbling through the air.

I landed on the ground with a thud and skidded forward. The twigs on the
ground scratched against my pale white skin. That was it - the fall tipped
my panic levels over the edge and I just laid there on the ground and began
to sob.

Through my mind, ran all the memories of Luke and I growing up. Our first
meeting on the playground at primary school when we played together on the
pedal bikes. I'd been so drawn to him and he'd been so welcoming. I
remembered when we both auditioned for the end of Year 6 play when we were
eleven and how he'd comforted me when I didn't get the part I wanted even
though he'd not got the part he wanted either. I thought about how happy
we'd been when we found out that not only did we get into the same
secondary school but we were going to be in the same class and get to spend
the next 5 years with each other. All of that was about to be gone now and
all because I had to be gay!

I'm not ashamed to say that I must have stayed there crying for at least 20
minutes. Honestly, it felt like my entire world had shattered into millions
of tiny pieces that could never be put back together again. The worst part
was that I had absolutely no idea how I could possibly be ok if my best
friend hated me. From the way he had looked when he ran off, that was
exactly how he felt. The shock and anger in his voice as he caught me
playing around with Oliver and David still echoed through my mind and mixed
in with my memories; it only served to make me feel worse.

As I began to take control of myself and drive the anxiety and panic away,
I sat up and rested my back against a tree. I could tell that I was
definitely bruised and cut from the fall I'd taken earlier but there didn't
seem to be any major damage to anything. I rested my head back and wiped
the tears from my eyes. My heart was still pounding in my chest and
honestly felt like it was going to burst through at any point but my
breathing was starting to steady now at least.

Immediately, I felt stupid. Stupid for falling, stupid for chasing Luke,
stupid for messing around with Oliver and David, stupid for even coming on
this trip and, most of all, stupid for trying to pretend that me keeping
this a secret from Luke was somehow the right thing to do. I'd been fooling
myself that, as long as he didn't know, it was still a possibility. He
could fall in love with me and we'd spend the rest of our lives
together. If he didn't know that I was gay, he couldn't reject me. I could
continue to live in this fantasy world that I'd created to help my mind
cope with the fact that I was in love with my straight best friend. I could
continue to pretend that everything would work out when, really, the
problem was that things were never going to work out the way I'd imagined
and that the longer I kept up the delusion, the harder it would be for me
to take it when it all shattered.

Coming to this realisation was bitter-sweet. On the one hand, I now knew
that I needed to come to terms with the fact that Luke and I weren't going
to fall in love and be a couple for the rest of our lives. There was some
freedom to be found within that. Freedom that would allow me to accept who
I was and be open about it. Freedom that would permit me the chance of
exploring other possibilities like Oliver. But, on the other hand, the
knowledge that it wasn't going to happen just made me feel empty inside in
a way that I'd never experienced before.

I was broken from my reverie by the crunching sound of twigs underfoot;
someone was approaching me. Even before I looked up, I knew that it was
Luke. Our eyes met and he looked away but he didn't stop moving towards me
until he was about 4 metres away. From that distance, I could see the
redness in his cheeks and under his eyes. He'd been crying as well and,
instinctively, I felt worse. Now I was responsible for making him upset as
well. You might find that odd - here was a boy that I believed had just
turned his back on me and rejected me for being gay but I felt guilty that
he was upset about it. Logically, it doesn't make sense but, if you
understand the foundation of mine and Luke's friendship, you'd get it. I
would have done anything to make him happy but, for the first time in my
entire life, I was looking at him and knowing that that just wasn't
possible anymore.

The silence between us hung in the air like a thick blanket. We were both
very aware of it but neither one of us had the strength to break through. I
had to be strong now. I had to find the ability to push through the pain
and loss that I felt and find a way to move forward from this.  "Luke..." I
said, my voice as quiet as the rustling of the leaves in the wind but it
was enough. I didn't continue, just saying his name had taken all that I
had but it opened up the possibility for him to speak.  He looked at me,
our eyes meeting, and this time he didn't turn away. "Why?" he asked.

The question seemed to fill the space around us. I didn't understand what
he was asking me and so couldn't offer any answer that would satisfy him
but he just continued to plead with me through his eyes, leaving the word
to stand on its own. When no answer was forthcoming, he continued the
thought: "Why with them?"

I don't know if it was that my mind couldn't understand what was going on
or whether he just wasn't clear in what he was trying to communicate but I
didn't comprehend the meaning behind his question. How could that be what
he wanted to know right now? Could it be that he wasn't angry about me
being gay but that it being with Oliver and David? I didn't get why that
would be the issue?

"What... what do you mean?" I managed to get out.  "Why did you do it with
them?" he looked me with those sad blue eyes, "Why didn't you ask me?"
What the actual fuck? It felt like my mind exploded! "You... you aren't
gay," I exclaimed.  "No, I'm not," Luke said, confident in that truth, "but
you're my best friend. I'd have let you... I don't know."  He appeared to
blush and lowered his head. Struggling to my feet, I headed towards him
with a slight limp.  "You'd have let me what?" I asked, my voice shaking.
"If I'd known you were... you know... then I'd have let you try it. Just to
see, you know?" Luke's own voice was trembling as he spoke to me. He was
just as nervous and anxious as I was in this moment.  "To see what?" I
probed further.  "To see if you are gay... if you like it. I'd have let
you... play with me," he paused for a moment, "I'd have let
you... suck... me."

As he said this, I was less than a metre away from him. I could see the
pain in his eyes; he truly felt upset that I hadn't come to him. Here he
was - a straight teenage boy - willing to let his gay best friend
experiment with him just to help him out and he was actually upset that I'd
not given him the opportunity.

I had a dilemma. For the first time in my life I was starting to understand
that nothing more than friendship could happen with Luke and his words here
didn't change that. He wasn't saying that he was gay and was in love with
me - he was definitely straight and there was no way that anything more
than friendship was ever going to happen here. But, at the same time, there
was the opportunity for a taste of what more would be like. More than that,
he was upset that I didn't do more with him. He wanted this; he wanted me
to play with him. The sadness in his eyes wouldn't go away until I did. I
wish I could tell you that I was strong enough to resist and accept my new
reality and move on but I wasn't. Seeing the depth of upset behind his eyes
was more than enough to break down any strength I had. I took one more step
towards the beautiful blond boy in front of me and I dropped down to my
knees.

"What are you doing?" he said to me but I didn't look up at him. I placed
my hands on either side of his thighs and moved them steadily up to the
waistband of his trackies.  "You... you want me?" he said, almost as a
whisper. The hope in his voice was evident. I reached the waistband and
started to pull his trackies and underwear down in one movement. There it
was. His dick was so familiar from our play together that one time when we
were younger and from all the glances I'd taken at him during swimming or
changing for P.E at school. At the same time, it almost felt brand new as
if I was seeing it for the first time because this time I was seeing it for
a reason. This time, I had a purpose for looking at it. His balls were an
average size; they didn't hang low like David's did but, at the same time,
they weren't as tight up against his body like Oliver's were. His uncut
cock had become quite thick as he'd grown up and it had more developed
veins then it used to, with long ridges running pretty much all the way
down. He was uncut, as I'd remembered, but the foreskin wasn't especially
loose. In essence, it was beautiful - he was beautiful.

I looked up towards him; he was looking down at me. There was no need for
words as our eyes said everything that needed to be communicated. I stuck
out my tongue and, for the first time in my life, I tasted the cock of
another boy. He shuddered and moaned out as my tongue circled around the
head. It turned into a groan when I closed my lips around it. This was it;
I was sucking the dick of my best friend - my straight best friend - in the
middle of the forest.

I'm not going to pretend that I was any good. The truth is, as blowjobs go,
it was probably one of the worst I would ever give in my life. My
inexperience, nervousness and the gravity of the situation all contributed
to that but it didn't matter to either of us. Everything I did felt new and
exciting to me and every second that I was down there just caused Luke to
moan louder and louder with the pleasure that I was giving him. Honestly,
I'd go as far as to describe the experience as magical.

Given that this was both of our first times, I never went down more than a
few inches of his 6.5-inch cock. I used my tongue and lips far more than I
did my throat - something I was aware, and a little afraid, of. This didn't
stop Luke from running his long fingers through my hair. He moaned as he
gripped my locks, never pulling them or trying to control my movements but
just enjoying the feeling in his hands as he lost all sense of everything
else; the edge was quickly approaching for him.

He began to groan very loudly and his breathing became more and more
shallow. The sensation of my tongue against his dick was too much and he
started to loudly proclaim that he was close. I know I could have swallowed
it straight down but I wanted to see it; I needed to watch as he shot the
load I'd worked out of him.

I pulled off and used my right hand to stroke his beautiful uncut
cock. Looking up at him, we made eye contact as I stuck my tongue out and
opened my mouth to show my willingness to take his spunk. He bit down on
his bottom lip and his eyes started to screw up. Throwing his head back,
his cock jerked and pulsed in my hand and he started to shoot. Luke's load
was thick and a brilliant white. It flew from his cock and onto my face
with only a small portion of it landing over my tongue and the vast
majority firing into my hair or over my clothes.

Immediately, the taste buds on my tongue came alive. They danced as his
delicious yet salty flavour spread out across them and begun to slide back
down and into my mouth. My best friend looked down at me as his orgasm
faded. Taking hold of his cock, he squeezed out the last few droplets,
making sure that they landed on my waiting tongue.

We'd both got what we'd wanted. I'd finally had the chance to taste the boy
I'd lusted after for years and he'd had the opportunity to be the truest
friend to me as he had wanted to be. Where we were going to go from here
though was anyone's guess.


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