Date: Wed, 30 Jun 2010 01:37:44 -0400
From: Ephraim Johnson <ephraim.johnson@gmail.com>
Subject: Kyle and Skylar - Part 1 of 2

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the setting, the events are totally of my imagination's creation. No
resemblance to any person, living or dead, is intended.

This is a fantasy, where anything can happen. In real life, PLEASE
boys, play safe and use protection! We've lost too many of our
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They want us dead. Let's fight back by being sane!

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Enjoy, fellas!

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CLANG-G-G-G!!! The metal bell sounded to indicate that school was out
for the day. Kyle Abbott started gathering up the books and pencils on
the desk of his 9th-grade math class, and shoved them into his
backpack. Both his parents had to work late, so as usual he made his
way out the door and across the hall to the classroom where the kids
in his situation waited until their parents could come pick them up.
Normally they did homework, played on the computers, or sat around and
talked quietly. Kyle was hungry, so he asked the teacher if he could
walk down to the vending machine in the cafeteria to get a snack.

"Sure," Mr. Stainback said. "Here's thirty-five cents, bring me back a
brownie bar too when you come, please. Thanks!"

Kyle made his way out the door and started down the series of
corridors which stretched through the gymnasium area, the woodworking
shop, the music department, and the shared junior high school before
making its way to the cafeteria at the end. As Kyle walked, he was
deep in his own thoughts, which was usual for him. The warm confines
of his mind were like an old friend around whom he felt completely
at-ease. He was a bright boy, and friendly too, although a little bit
shy. He had a close circle of five or six friends he always hung out
with, and other than that he generally stayed away from the cliques
and clubs at school. As he walked, he thought about how he'd be going
back in a few minutes to talk with those friends while he waited for
his parents to come pick him up, and with a smile on his face, he
rounded the corner and walked though the cafeteria's big glass
double-doors.

The high ceilings inside were dark, since that part of the school was
at rest for the day, but the dim glow from the vending machines' was
all Kyle needed to see. He got the teacher's brownie bar, and another
for himself, and started walking back down the hallway towards the
main part of the school.

Despite being shy, Kyle was a beautiful boy. At 14, he stood about
5'9" tall, and was a bit skinny for his age due to his high
metabolism. He had clear skin, a beautiful face, green eyes that
sparkled with happiness from behind his stylish black plastic-rimmed
glasses, and the most gorgeous straight brown hair which hung down to
the base of his neck. When he smiled, his straight white teeth lit up
the room. Despite being quite beautiful to look at, he was a quiet kid
who always kept to himself and his close circle of friends. He could
have had a beautiful girlfriend, but lately he'd been having some
thoughts that maybe he wasn't as interested in girls as he was in
boys. Having been raised in the 1990's, in a politically-moderate
household, he didn't feel any trepidation at acknowledging and
exploring those feelings...but he wasn't ready to come out of the
closet yet. Not until he was sure.

As he walked down the hallway, Kyle noticed that the lights were on in
the weight room next to the indoor basketball court. He'd been
stealing glances at the covers of the bodybuilding magazines at the
newsstand since he was a little boy, and while he would usually have
been far too introversive to do something as brazen as spy on a
weight-lifting jock through the door's glass pane, today he was
feeling a bit giddy, a little more adventurous than usual, and decided
to quietly sidle over and take a look.

Inside he saw fellow 15-year-old Skylar Aycock, clad in satin gym
shorts and a sleeveless white T-shirt, doing a set of military
presses. Skylar had moved to town from out-of-state three years ago,
and while he and Kyle didn't really know each other very well on
account of only sharing one class, Kyle felt an attraction - both
physical and emotional - to the other boy. Skylar was a popular guy
who turned to gold everything he touched - be it academics, sports,
acting, music, or friendship. And he was a stunner in the looks
department too - the girls were always falling all over themselves and
fighting with each other for the privilege of hanging out with him
after school.

On account of the weight room being brightly lit by the fluorescent
ceiling lights, and the hallway outside it being dark, Kyle had a lot
easier time seeing in though the door's glass than Skylar had seeing
out...so his qualms about spying started to wane, as his heart raced
and his jaw hung open. He'd never seen anything as stunning as the
other boy's rippling muscles as they bulged with teenage power.

Skylar finished his final set of military presses, and stood up to
walk over to the freeweight section. As he did, he passed by the door
and noticed Kyle standing their, drooling. He looked the boy straight
in the eyes, smiled a big warm friendly grin, and motioned at him
while mouthing the words "Come on in!"

Kyle was at once terrified and excited. He had butterflies in his
stomach, a lump in his throat, a cold clammy feeling on his skin, and
his heart was beating a million miles an hour. He stood there
dumbfounded for a moment, unable to speak or move or even think
straight. Skylar had his back to the door, as he loaded weight plates
onto an EZ-curl bar. After carrying it over to the preacher-curl
bench, he turned around, with the same inviting grin on his face, and
said "Come on, man!"

Kyle didn't know what he was doing; he felt like he was on autopilot.
Nothing seemed real, and time seemed to stand still. Without
consciously deciding to do so, he reached out and turned the doorknob,
and walked into the warm room, closing the door quietly behind him.

"See anything you like?" asked Skylar with a cheeky grin on his face,
once again looking Kyle right in the eyes.

"I uh-h-h-h...I w-w-was j-just uh-h-h..." stammered Kyle, unable to
think or speak or do anything much other than stand there and feel a
jumble of emotions spin around him like space-junk orbiting the earth.

"It's okay, man, I'm not going to hurt you. I saw you there watching
me and figured you might want to come in for a closer look," said
Skylar disarmingly. "It's okay if you're attracted to me. I happen to
be bi, and I also happen to like you."

Kyle, overwhelmed by what was happening so quickly and the things he
was hearing, barely managed to mutter a quiet "Thank you."

"Come on, man, come sit down next to me," Skylar said, turning
sideways on the weight bench.

Kyle walked over, and sat down nervously a few feet to the left of
Skylar, knees pressed together, with his hands on his kneecaps, and
his eyes fixed on the linoleum-tile floor.

Skylar slid over to him, so that they were sitting side-by-side with
their shoulders and knees touching. He put his left arm around Kyle's
shoulders, and looked straight at the side of the boy's face. Kyle
flinched a bit at the other boy's touch, but then secretly thought to
himself that he really liked being so close to Skylar, and having the
boy's muscular arm resting on him.

"Hey, man, it's all right," he said. "It's okay that you're attracted
to me and want to watch me work out. Hell, I'm flattered, it's a big
complement. And for the record, I know what you're going through,
feeling all these feelings coming at you at once. I was right where
you are, not too long ago. It's okay, man. Just take a deep breath,
and know that you can talk to me. I'm here for you."

He paused for a moment, still smiling, then said, "Okay, well, let's
start with you looking at me."

Kyle smiled a big grin, and turned his head to look at Skylar. The boy
was drop-dead gorgeous. His straight blonde hair hung down just past
his shoulders, and his sea-blue eyes were filled with love and
understanding.

"I'm...I'm sorry," Kyle said.

"For what? You've got nothing to be sorry for," replied Skylar. He
leaned in and kissed Kyle on the cheek, causing him to blush a dark
shade of crimson, and grin.

"Sky, I didn't mean to spy on you. I just really wanted to see a hot
guy's muscles. I think I might be gay, and in any case I'm really
turned on by guys' muscles."

Skylar pulled him closer, in a kind of sideways hug. "Kyle," he said,
"this is kind of a fantasy of mine coming true. I've been sitting
there in English Lit class for the past couple of months, wanting to
tell you that I think I like you, but I thought you were straight, so
I didn't want to say anything. But I want you to know, I think you're
one of the most special people I've ever met. You're so kind, and
intelligent, and funny...not to mention cute," he said, winking.

Kyle was lovestruck. He was so overwhelmingly happy to hear those
words - to know that he was safe, and loved - and he also admired
Skylar's willingness to go out on a limb emotionally, knowing that he
could be shut down.

"God...I-I don't know what to say," he replied, looking back down at
the floor again.

"That's okay," said Skylar, still smiling. He pulled Kyle close again,
and leaned in and planted another kiss on his cheek.

Suddenly, Kyle looked up, straight into the other boy's eyes, and
asked "Can I watch?"

Skylar's grin widened, and he replied "Sure, buddy."

He moved his leg over the bench so that he was straddling it, and slid
down to the end. He put his calloused hands on the EZ-curl bar, then
looked over his shoulder and said "Come up behind me."

Kyle hesitated for a moment, but then - still scared, yet eager - slid
down the bench and straddled it about six inches behind Skylar.

"No, like this," the boy said, taking his hands off the bar and
reaching behind him, grabbing Kyle's waist and pulling him tight up
against him. Kyle shivered as he felt the front of his torso mesh up
against Skylar's powerful back muscles. He rested his head on the
other boy's left shoulder, with some of Sky's blonde hair under his
chin. He felt so secure, so happy, as he felt the warmth of the boy's
body and smelled the faint scent of shampoo in his hair.

With his right hand, Skylar twisted and reached around his left side,
and gently grasped Kyle's left hand. He pulled it around his side, and
placed it on top of his left bicep. Kyle got the picture and did the
same with his right hand and Skylar's right bicep.

Kyle felt so at-peace with the world, snuggled up so close against
such a gentle and loving friend, one who was at once frighteningly
strong and heartmeltingly warm. He sighed and kissed the hair on the
back of Skylar's head. "This is my dream come true too," he said
quietly.

"I just want you to know, I would never use these to hurt you," Kyle
said. He turned his head around, and kissed Kyle again, this time on
the forehead, then turned back and gripped the EZ-curl bar tightly.

With that, he started doing preacher curls. Kyle felt a jolt like a
lightning bolt go through him, and he sat straight upright with a big
grin on his face. His cock stiffened in his pants. Skylar's biceps
felt like rocks. He had never known human flesh could get so hard.

Kyle looked down over Sky's shoulder and watched in amazement as the
boy curled the heavy weight up and down. At their young master's
command, Skylar's biceps swelled and bulged up into twin boulders the
size of grapefruits, and hard as steel. Due to the boy's absence of
bodyfat, Kyle could actually the individual cords of muscle fiber -
which looked and felt like the steel cables of a suspension bridge -
twitch and flex with unimaginable power. A big blue vein ran down the
center of each of Skylar's biceps, so big and so close to the surface
they looked light they were about to pop right out of his thin skin.

It was the most erotic thing Kyle had ever experienced, as he felt and
saw Skylar's muscles bulge up into twin hills of pure power. A soft
moan escaped his lips, and his cock was so hard it hurt.

After completing his set, Skylar set the bar down. "Get back a minute," he said.

Kyle obeyed and slid backwards on the bench. Skylar swung his legs
around so that he was sitting sideways on the bench as before, then
again so that he was straddling the bench facing Kyle.

"So," he said with a devilish grin on his beautiful face. "You like that?"

"Yeah!" Kyle replied excitedly.

"I thought you might," Skylar said, pointing down at the other boy's
obvious woody and grinning wider. His eyes were filled with such
warmth and love and assurance, that Kyle didn't feel anything but the
slightest lingering tinge of embarrassment at having someone notice
his erection.

Skylar reached his pumped arms out and encircled Kyle in a warm
embrace. Due to their knees being in each others way, they couldn't
get as close as Kyle secretly wished they would, but their heads came
together, and it was love and it was beautiful.

Kyle felt so safe in those arms. He'd just seen and felt those huge
muscles flex until they were the size of softballs, and realized that
they could inflict massive damage on anything their young master
ordered them to, but the words "I would never use these to hurt you"
reverberated off the inside of his skull, and he felt totally at-ease,
and relaxed into his lover's embrace.

"Wanna hit the showers with me?" asked Skylar, grinning.

"Oh GOD yes!" murmured Kyle into the other boy's hair.

Skylar stood up, swung his legs over the bench, then turned back
around and grabbed Kyle by the hand and said "Come on, hot stuff!",
pulling him up onto his feet and then running hand-in-hand with him
towards the locker room door.


TO BE CONTINUED...

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