Date: Sat, 26 Nov 2005 15:53:59 -0800 From: Boystory Subject: Gabriel-1 Hey. Yes, it's a new story. This story came to me while I was on a business trip, and well, having to write this chapter made me late. Such is life. This story is about a Teen and an Adult male. There will be some sex in it, but, it's another story about a boy coming to grips with his sexuality. This story is different than my others in that the boy in this story isn't Gay. I want to dedicate this story to a very special adult friend of mine. He has been a rock in my life, helping to stabilize a fairly tumultuous period in my life. So, Mike, this story is for you. The normal disclaimers apply. If it's illegal for you to read this story where you are or because you are underage, then please, read no further. This story is fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or people is purely coincidental. In a fantasy world, things like STDs do not exist. Unfortunately, we do not live in a fantasy world. So, if you are sexually active, please take the proper precautions. This story is copyrighted. Posting this story, or reproduction of it is against the law. The author reserves all rights to this story. I love receiving email from readers about my stories. You can reach me at mailto:boystory@comcast.net Or, I have a Yahoo group. All of my stories or new chapters are posted there before they are sent to Nifty. You can join my group by going to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/boystory Enjoy "Gabriel" Lenny boystory@comcast.net Gabriel Chapter 1 Up until this week, I thought I was your typical teen. I had a girlfriend, and we even had sex once in a while. It was great. But this week something happened to me that, well, changed everything. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't even introduce myself. My name is Gabriel, I'm 15, and live with my dad. Mom is away for a while. I think it's because she and dad are having some problems and they just don't want to tell me. Anyway, like I was saying. About a month ago, I was chatting in one of my favorite IRC chat rooms when I met someone. He was an older guy, like in his 40s. We started talking and kinda just hit it off. He was so nice to me. He told me all about himself. One thing led to another and we exchanged pics. I opened my email and found his picture there. Man, was he nice to look at. It was kinda confusing to me, cuz I'm not usually attracted to guys, but this guy just looked fucking good to me. I couldn't wait to chat with him again tonight after I got home from school. I got home that afternoon, and checked my email. I got super excited cuz there was another letter from him! I quickly opened it and what I found really made me want to cry. Heck, I'm not going to try to explain it, I'm just gonna put the letter in here. Hey Gabriel: I got the email with your pic today and, Man, you gotta be the cutest 15 year old I've ever seen! I don't want you to think that I'm trying to butter you up so I can meet you to have sex. That's not it at all. I just want for us to be friends. I am gonna be honest. I am attracted sexually to guys your age. I don't want you to think I'm trying to hide it. A few years ago, I met a boy who at the time was about 14. He and I got to be good friends. We went to concerts together, the beach, movies, all sorts of stuff. Nothing sexual ever happened with us. We were gonna have sex once, but it just didn't feel right so I said we should wait. I regret that decision with all my heart. Caleb and I were getting together about twice a week. His mom and I were good friends too. She was all for Caleb and I being friends. She told me that since he had met me, his grades in school were improving. His attitude at home was so much better. He just seemed happy. She told me that she hoped that Caleb and I would continue our friendship for a very long time. Things were going well with him and me, until one afternoon when I got a call from his mother. She was frantic. I tried to calm her down and get her to tell me what was wrong. Finally, she had calmed down enough to tell me that Caleb was in the hospital. This news immediately pushed everything else I was thinking about out of my mind. Caleb was on his way home from school and, according to some of his friends, someone stopped in a car next to him. He went to their window and the next thing they knew, both the car and Caleb were gone. His mother got a call about 5:00pm from the hospital. It seemed that Caleb had been raped and beaten up so badly that the doctor was unsure if he would survive. I rushed over to the hospital. I met his mother in the emergency room and together we went to see Caleb. What I saw there made me want to find the guy who did this and kill him slowly and painfully. Caleb was bruised on just about every visible spot on his body. He must have endured such a beating that I was surprised he was still alive. I held his hand. His mother was crying, and so was I. I began to talk to him, hoping he could hear me. "Caleb. Hey buddy, you gotta fight man. I'm here, your mom is here. We both love you." At that moment, Caleb squeezed my hand. He opened his eyes. He looked at me and said, "Tom, do you really mean that? Do you really love me? I love you sooooo much. I'm sorry. I wish we had done it." His voice faded as he said his last words. Right then, the heart monitor began to squeal. A bunch of people rushed into the room, pushing Caleb's mom and me to the wall. They worked on him for about 10 minutes when the doctor said that he was gone. I was numb. His funeral was two days later. I gave the eulogy. That was two years ago. I haven't even talked to another boy since. Well, until I met you. I would like for us to become friends. If it happens and we have sex, well, that won't make me mad, but I will not force that on you. Hearing all this, I know, you may never want to hear from me or talk to me again, but I felt you needed to know where I'm coming from. I hope to talk to you again, Tom His letter touched me. I was confused by it, because I wasn't repulsed by the idea of me having sex with a guy, let alone an older guy. See, I'm not gay. I'm attracted to girls, and actually find them very attractive. When I jack off, I fantasize about girls. I've never even had any kind of fantasy about another boy. But when I think of Tom and me, well, doing it, I get hard. Does this mean I'm Bi? It's just very confusing to me. That night I waited in the chat room for Tom to come in, but he didn't. I didn't see him for over a week. When he came in, I immediately send him a private message. Here's the log of our conversation: (G-Boy): Hey Tom. (TomTom): Hey. (G-Boy): I got ur email, man, I cried. (TomTom): I was afraid u wouldn't wanna talk 2 me nemore. (G-Boy): Dude, I wanna do more than talk. I wanna be friends. Can we get together sometime and talk IRL? (TomTom): I'd like that. (G-Boy): Cool. How about SuperBurger on 57th and Main, Saturday at 1 in the aft? (TomTom): Ok, I got ur pic an u got mine. I c-ya then. We talked a bit more about, well, just stuff. After I got offline, I began to think about what I was really doing. I was meeting someone, someone that I really didn't know. But it's more than that. This guy has already told me that he's sexually attracted to boys my age. Everything I had been taught told me that I shouldn't do this, but I just had this feeling that I needed to do it. Well, at least I chose a public place for our meeting. That Saturday I rode my bike over to SuperBurger at about noon. I was kinda scared, but kinda excited too. I ordered a coke and sat at one of the tables so I could see the door. He showed up about a quarter to one. When he came in the door, I called out to him and he came to the table and took a seat across from me. We talked about our lives, just got to know each other a bit. Then I turned the conversation to Caleb and then us. "I gotta tell you, I cried when I read your letter about Caleb." "That's funny. I cried when I wrote that letter about Caleb. I really did love him." "I can see. What you two had together sounds like it was special. I don't know if I can replace him, but I'd like for us to be friends." "I'd like that too, Gabriel." We talked for a while, and, after we ate the lunch he bought for us, we agreed to talk again. I went home and sat in my room, thinking about what I really wanted. I guess I wanted a friend like Tom, but it was just so confusing. I was reacting like he was a girl. I was getting a funny feeling in my stomach, like I do when I see a girl that turns me on. I got online and he was there. (G-Boy): Hey dude, I enjoyed our lunch today. (TomTom): So did I, G, so did I. (G-Boy): I been thinking. Can we meet again? (TomTom): Yeah, you tell me when and where. (G-Boy): Can I come to your place? Tomorrow? (TomTom): Are you sure you wanna come to my place? Aren't u afraid I'll do something? (G-Boy): I got the feeling I can trust you when we talked today. I really wanna see you, and heck, if something happens, I really won't be all that upset. (TomTom): I'll email you the addy. A while later I got his address. In the email he said that he had some things to do in the morning, but he would be home after 1pm the next day. I gotta tell you guys, I was excited. (to be continued) Author's Note: I'm sure there are many boys out there in much the same situation that Gabriel is in. I want to take a minute to talk to those boys. (Even though they ignored my disclaimer, as I knew they would.) Guys, there are a lot of people in the chat rooms who don't have what's good for you in their intent. There are a lot of guys who, given the chance, would meet, have sex with you, and then forget you. Please, Please, Please, be careful. I'm not trying to make you paranoid, but, you need to be sure about who you are dealing with. The next chapter of "Gabriel" will be out soon. I look forward to hearing from you about how you like this chapter. Lenny boystory@comcast.net