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**Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional. Any names
* given in this story are completely imaginary although some
* characters are based on actual people. The events described
* here never took place and any similarities to actual
* occurrences are completely coincidental. If you are offended
* by sexual relationships between teenage males, you should
* probably not read this. I would include a clause here about
* under-aged people viewing this document but those of them that
* get this far aren't going to stop here. Use proper judgment.
**Distribution: This story may be archived and distributed freely
* but only if unaltered. This segment must remain as well as
* the text at the bottom. I would also appreciate an e-mail
* stating where it is being posted, but that is not totally
* necessary.
**Comments: This was intended to be as much a love story as
* anything else. A lot of thought went into this story, if you
* enjoy it you may mail me at GideonVI@aol.com. Comments are
* appreciated and I will reply to any I receive. Flames will be
* ignored and deleted. Enjoy.
Jem'n'I
Part II
By Paul Clarke
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On Wednesday morning I awoke not to the sound of my alarm clock, but to
the ring of the telephone next to my bed. I sat up quickly, rubbed my
eyes, and looked at the clock. 9:00. Who the hell would be calling at
nine in the morning?
"Hello?" I mumbled as I raised the receiver to my ear.
"Ben, did I wake you?" came the woman's voice on the other end.
"Janet?" I asked. It was my best friend's mother. She rarely called
unless Jem was at my house or she was having a party or something. She had
never called so early, though.
"Yeah. Jem's been depressed or something lately. I know he's been
awake since early this morning, but he hasn't come out of his room. He
just hasn't been himself. I was wondering if you'd come over and talk to
him," she requested. I hadn't talked to Jem since the day he and his
girlfriend Nikki had double-dated with Erin Zimmerman and I. He was also
up early in the morning. Something must have been wrong.
"Sure, I'll shower and be there as soon as I can," I replied.
"Okay, see you soon," Janet said and hung up the phone.
I rose from my bed and stumbled into the hallway. Dad was already at
work and Jay was still sleeping. He always slept late anyway. I grabbed a
towel and a washcloth from the linen closet and stepped into the bathroom.
Mrs. Little answered the door in a kind manner. Of all her son's
friends, I think I was her favorite. She stepped aside and let me into the
house.
"Jem's in his room," she said. There was no need for further greeting
so I climbed the tall staircase and walked down the hall to Jem's bedroom.
His door was shut and I knocked.
"What?" he asked in a low voice.
"Jem, it's me. Can I come in?" I responded.
"Yeah," he mumbled. I turned the handle and entered the room. Jem was
sitting on his bed and definitely didn't look very happy.
"Is something wrong?" I asked as I sat down next to him.
"Would you believe me if I said no?" Jem asked. I put an arm around
him.
"Not really. Want to talk about it?"
"It's just.. Well it's what Ryan said. I just don't want people
thinking I'm gay."
"Isn't that why you're dating Nikki?"
"We broke up."
"What?"
"We broke up."
"I heard you the first time, Jem. Why did you break up?"
"I was only going out with her so people wouldn't think I'm gay and I
broke up with her because I felt bad leading her on like that."
"Jem, get dressed. We're going to see Ryan Zimmerman."
Jem took his time showering and dressing. He'd broken up with Nikki and
I took that as a sign that he wanted some change. We had a problem: Ryan
Zimmerman had told me quite clearly that in he thought Jem and I were gay.
Of course it was true, but we needed to confront the problem because at the
time, neither of us wanted everyone knowing that.
At the Zimmerman household, Erin opened the door. She seemed rather
surprised to see Jem and I.
"Ben, I.. uh.. wasn't expecting you," she greeted.
"Actually, I was wondering if we could talk to Ryan. Is he here?" I
asked nervously. Erin had a knowing look on her face that really bugged me
as she allowed us into the house.
"All the way down the hall, last door on the left," she said.
Jem and I walked down the hall to the door Erin has specified. I think
Erin knew why we were there so she didn't follow us. I knocked on the
door.
"Go away, Erin," came a voice from inside the room. It didn't sound
like Ryan to me.
"This isn't Erin," I said. In response, the door opened. Rather than
seeing Ryan standing before me I found myself looking into the light brown
eyes of the second most attractive guy I'd ever met. His mop-like hair was
dirty blond in color and came down to about the middle of his ears. His
face was lightly splashed with freckles: the perfect compliment.
"Mike Roberts," he greeted.
"I'm Ben MacArthur and this is Jem Little," I said. Mike escorted us
into Ryan's bedroom. It had very little floor space because of the large
bed and desk that hogged most of the room. Mike sat down on the bed near
Ryan and Jem sat on the chair at the desk. I remained standing.
"Well look who it is," Ryan said with a smirk. "We were just talking
about you."
"You.. you were?" Jem asked nervously. Mike nodded.
"It's not nice to talk about people like that," I said. I wasn't sure
where it came from, but it was all I could think of to say.
"Yeah, Ryan, it's not nice to talk about people like that," Mike
mimicked. Ryan laughed.
"You're just so fun to talk about," Ryan said. "See, you must be gay.
What kind of guy hangs out with another guy before noon and isn't gay?"
"Now wait just a minute. You and Mike are here together," Jem argued.
Ryan raised an eyebrow at Jem and Mike just smiled.
"You think you're the only gay people on Earth?" Ryan asked. I remember
thinking about how absolutely calm he was. It was a subject I'd only ever
discussed with Jem because I wasn't comfortable with it.
"Well.. I guess not.." Jem said. He was acknowledging his sexuality
for the first time to someone else and I could have died from the shock.
Jem had always been so closed about it that even he and I had hardly
discussed it until recently.
"You look surprised," Mike said to me.
"I didn't expect him to say that," I replied honestly.
"Poor Erin. It seems like every time she finds a guy he's gay," Ryan
said.
"This is the first time," Mike reminded him.
"Same difference," Ryan muttered.
"You two fight like you're married," I commented.
"Sad, isn't it? At least I was right about something," Ryan said.
"You aren't right often?" I asked.
"Not usually. Just about things like this," Ryan commented.
The conversation went on for some time. In going to see Ryan, I had
intended to stop him from calling Jem and me gay because it bothered us;
but instead the outcome had been almost inspiring. It was the only time
Jem and I had ever recognized our true feelings and discussed them with
others and for the first time in as long as I could remember I felt a sense
of security.
"That was fun, wasn't it?" I asked and I leaned back on my bed. It was
8:00 and the sun was setting in the Arizona sky. Despite the darkness of
my room (which was on the east side of the house), we hadn't bothered with
lights.
"What was?" Jem asked. He had a way of asking questions like that even
if he knew what I meant. I always thought it was funny, even though it got
on my nerves occasionally.
"Going to the mall with Ryan and Mike," I replied.
"Oh. Yeah, I guess so. I just always felt so.. different.. I didn't
ever think there were other gay people in the world. Now there's some that
go to our school. It's so weird," Jem said. He sounded more philosophical
then than he ever had in his life. In all honesty, it turned me on seeing
that side of him.
"What are you thinking right now?" I asked, trying to keep the mood
going.
"I'm thinking I'm jealous of Ryan," Jem answered. He was right, Mike
Roberts was pretty good-looking.
"Don't make me jealous now," I taunted. In response, Jem rolled over on
top of me and kissed me rather aggressively. I grabbed him by the shirt
and tossed him over onto the bed.
Without hesitating, I pulled Jem's shirt off. He helped a bit, but I
hardly gave him time to react. My tongue swarmed over his warm body,
crossing his chest and shoulders and up to his mouth for another kiss. His
lips were warm and anticipating. In the cool atmosphere of the
air-conditioned evening, he was almost shivering.
I swiftly drew back and removed the rest of Jem's clothing. He knew
what I was going to do next as well as I did. I ripped off my own clothing
about as fast as I could and leapt up to get a condom from my closet.
When I returned to the bed, my waiting lover was already in the position
in which I wanted him. I pulled on the condom and stopped to listen
briefly--no signs of sound elsewhere in the house. We were all alone, but
together and inseparable.
I spared no time in pushing my rock-solid cock into Jem's ass. Spending
the day with a couple really hot gay guys had made me anxious for the
night. I was quite aware that my parents were coming home late and my
younger brother was with them.
The first thrust in was welcoming. Jem's insides were just as hot as
the rest of him. I pulled back out and then pushed in again. Jem gave no
complaint (as usual) and I proceeded to quicken my pace. It went quickly
because we were both very hot and very excited by the day's events. I
pushed in and out of Jem's ass while he moaned erotically.
I knew Jem was beating his cock in rhythm with me, mostly because he
usually did. He was never one to hold his orgasms very long and he came
all over my bed sheets. The spasmatic tightening of the muscles in his
posterior gave me the stimulation I needed and I blew my wad into him.
Spent and tired, we collapsed onto the bed. We had time to rest before
cleaning up and we both needed the chance to relax. My heart was beating a
hundred miles an hour as I fell asleep, exhausted and sprawled across my
best friend.
"Ben, telephone!" Jay's voice shrieked across the house. I put down the
book I was reading and grabbed the receiver from next to my bed.
"Got it!" I shouted. Then, into the phone, I said, "Hello?"
"Ben? Hey, this is Erin," came the lovely young voice on the other end.
"Uhh.. Erin? Hi," I studdered. My heart skipped a beat. What was I
going to tell Erin? Luckily for me, I'd been spared the trouble.
"Listen, Ben, Ryan explained it all to me," she said. She didn't sound
disappointed. It was more of an "I'm cool just being friends" voice.
"Then you aren't mad at me?" I asked hopefully.
"Nah, I have lots of gay friends these days. It was nice to get a date
with you while I still could," she said.
Before I had a chance to respond, I heard what sounded like the words
"Oh my God" and the click of a phone being hung up. My brother had heard
the entire conversation.
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It occurred to me suddenly that I've ended too many stories with sex. I
thought it might be interesting to end with a cliff-hanger. Some of you
are wondering what Jay will do after hearing that his brother is gay. At
the time of this writing, I'm not totally sure how he'll react. Lets hope
it's funny.
I'd just like to make a brief comment here while I'm writing this
post-story text: This story is *fiction*. The title, "Jem'n'I", does not
refer to me. The "I" refers to the character who is telling the story,
Ben. I get a lot of letters that appear confused on that concept. It's
just a story.
Thanks for reading, I appreciate comments and suggestions. The address,
as usual, is GideonVI@aol.com -Paul
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