Hey everyone. Sorry it's been so long since I posted a new story. I guess life kind of got in the way for a while. I am stuck on Kevin so it may be a while. A new story is there, but my relationship with him changes daily and that makes it hard to write the story. A new Get Another Boyfriend (GABF) will be the next one posted. As always: This is a story about gay love. If you are under 18, (Or whatever the age is where you are at) and shouldn't be readin this, or if you just don't like gay sex click HERE. If not, please read on. I love to hear from everyone. If you liked the story, the site, whatever email me. ENJOY!!
QUIETLY
By Austin
To be honest...I wasn't really sure what I wanted...to be gay or to be straight. I have to tell you the truth, I really tried to be straight. I really, really did. It's just that whenever I had sex with a girl, I can never get off. But whenever I happen to get with a cute guy I can't hold back.
My name is Joey and I am 15 years old. I am kind of cute and have no problems getting girls, but I am starting to realize that that isn't really what I want. No what I want was a taste of Ryan. He was older than I was 17; yet, he was my best friend. Ryan plays basketball, which is cool because during the winter he comes to school wearing a pair of brown slacks that highlight his ass and a blue shirt and a tie. Ryan is about 6'4", with short-cropped blond hair and ice blue eyes.
I am not really sure how he ended up as my friend...we really don't have much in common. What is funny though is that fact makes us better friends. We compliment each other. I was his best friend and made sure my ass was planted in a seat at every one of his games, and he was my best friend and his ass was planted in a seat at every one of my performances. So that was why I was at the Varsity basketball game that night...
The game was over, and our Varsity stars had won 67-33. They were undefeated and there was talk that they could even go to state. I didn't really care about that, but it made my best friend Ryan happy. As he walked off the court he mouthed to me to meet him at his truck in a few minutes. He drove an older black Chevy that was the envy of every guy in school. I went every where with Ryan, since I didn't drive yet. He threw his gym bag in the back of the truck, climbed in and started it up. I could smell him. The smell of teenage sweat and deodorant was almost too much.
"Good game Ryan, you were really on it tonight," I said.
"Thanks, pal. I am glad that you came. So do you think that I am good enough to get that scholarship to Berkley? Am I good enough ya think?" He asked.
"You know...I really think that you will. I saw you stomp those guys tonight. I don't know to much about basketball, but I think that you are a shoe in." I said.
"Thanks man. So we gonna go celebrate? We were all gonna meet at the coffee shop and just hang out for a while. You can stay the night if you want."
Of course, I knew that this was coming. He made it sound as if this was something out of the ordinary. This was part of our Saturday night ritual. I would meet him at the game, we would go out and celebrate for an hour or so and then head back to his place and stay up until the wee hours of the morning talking about stuff. I think that is the secret to our friendship. Friends have to have something interesting to say to each other.
"Of course. I like hanging with you." As I said this he turned and smiled at me. Odd as it may seem, Ryan saved this smile for me. He really was my best friend, and besides being cute as a kitten, I think I was really falling for him. I had never had the courage to tell him how I felt, but the way he was acting and making me feel, maybe tonight was the night I would tell him. After all, he and I both had friends that were gay, so I knew that wouldn't be a big deal. I just didn't want our relationship to get weird.
We walked into the coffee shop, together as always. Not a day went by that we didn't talk to each other, go somewhere together or just hang out, now that I stopped to think about it. R&J, the two musketeers, that's what they called us. I smiled in spite of myself. Ryan noticed.
"What's tickling your funny bone tonight?" he asked, with a half grin formed on his mouth.
"Nothing, just remembering something stupid and silly I guess" I answered
"Oh. You goof", he said as he smiled that special smile again. God I don't know what I would do without him. We hung out with the guys for an hour and half or so. It never failed to amaze me how they all just kind of accepted me as one of their own. Not only were I two grades lower than they, but I didn't play basketball (or any other sport for that matter).
We left for Ryan's house and "shot the shit" on the way over. We didn't talk about anything important, but we talked. I just loved to hear the sound of his voice, and what's more, I really cared about what he said. I had never told him about my sexual experiences with other guys before, and now I wondered why I hadn't. He would be there for me, and I knew it. The topic came up once during a conversation, and he asked me if I was gay. I stammered and adamantly denied it. He told me that whichever way I was would be ok with him. I in turn asked him that same question and he answered that same way. I repeated his line about whatever way he was being ok with me.
I think part of why I never told him was because I didn't want to believe it myself. I wanted to be normal, to be like everyone else. Being gay wasn't gonna make a big difference to either of us.
We got to his house and I grabbed his bag as we went inside. I always walked a little bit behind him because I enjoyed the sight of his butt as he walked. His parents were gone for the weekend (his mom was a travel agent so Ryan's parents went away on trips a lot). One thing that kind of made me think, was if I started dating Ryan, how would his parents take it. We were almost brothers. I was always at his house or he at mine. Everything we did we tried to include each other. My best friend, my partner. Good thing too, because Ryan made my life interesting. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered why I haven't told him.
As were walking up the stairs to his room, I decided that during our talk tonight, I would tell him. I hoped I was making the right decision. He went to take a quick shower, and changed with me in the room. We had seen each other naked so many times it was no big deal. His cock was fairly long and was snuggled up in his bush of pubic hair. How many times had I wanted to suck him off? We had watched many a porno together and I had spent much of that time watching my sexy friend jack himself off. His cock was big, but not enough to frighten me. All too soon though he cover it up in a pair of boxers.
We screwed around fore several hours before turning out the lights. And then we started to talk.
"I am really glad that you came to the game tonight J. (His nickname for me). I am lucky to have such a cool friend", he said to me.
"I am lucky to have you as a friend too" I told him, and then I began the hardest conversation of my young life. "Ryan, I have a question for you. Is there anything that I could tell you that would make you want to stop being friends with me...anything at all?"
"Of course not. You know I don't care about stupid stuff. I have been your friend for long enough to know the real you, and that is who I like. The rest doesn't matter to me."
"Well then, I think I need to tell you something. You see Ryan; I am...well.... I guess you could say I like.... Umm." I just couldn't get the words out. But knowing me the way he does...I didn't have to.
"J...Its ok man. I know what you are trying to say."
"You do?", I asked incredulously, "What am I trying to say?"
"Your Gay."
And there it was no parades, no bells or whistles, just silence.
"I'm right, aren't I?" he asked.
"...Um.... Yes you are. Ryan, I am gay."
"I wondered how long it would be until you told me." And with that, I started crying. I just didn't know how to handle this. "Don't cry J. Come up here."
I crawled over to the side of his bed and lifted myself up and then curled into a ball and sobbed in his arms. I loved him so much, and was glad that he still cared for me, even thought I had lied to him. And then he did what I wasn't expecting. He kissed me. Right on the cheek, and then I realized what he was doing. He was kissing away my tears.
"Ryan, I have been wanting to tell you this for years. I love you. You make me complete. I care about you in a way that I care for no one else. You are a part of me." I said to him through the quickly drying tears.
"I know sweetheart. And I love you too. You see...I am also gay, and have been in love with you for some time. I figured out a few weeks ago that you were gay and haven't said anything, because I didn't know how you felt about me."
"That simple Ry, I love you. Will you be mine?" I asked.
I held my breath until he answered me. "Yes. Yours forever. R&J forever."
I crawled under the cover and fell asleep in his arms. The last thought in my head that night was...thank you Lord for this light in my life. May I always make him happy…And then I drifted off to sleep.
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