Green Eyes

[miaplacidus]

Thanks for the responses, guys. There will be more as soon as possible.

 

[arogersb]

miaplacidus,

This story is great. It brings back bittersweet memories. Please, update soon - I love it!


(BTW, thanks for your feedback on my story "Acceptance")

 

[caddymac]

Okay, don't stop. I would like to read more, PLEASE!

 

[miaplacidus]

I plan to update this one soon... Part 3 is almost done.

 

[miaplacidus]

Here is Part 3. Part 4 is in the works, so expect it soon.

 

[miaplacidus]

PART 3​

I had to invent a story to explain Mark's suddenly disappearance. I told my parents something about him having trouble with his girlfriend and having to go in order to save the relationship, and they believed me. So, I had solved the most immediate problem, but I had to find out what had happened and where he was.

My best friend –if we don't consider Mark– is a girl whose name is Josephine. I almost always shorten it to Jo like everyone else. When i logged in to Windows Live Messenger that night, I hoped to find her on-line, but she wasn't. However, I found out that Mark was connected.

As soon as I logged in, he changed his status to “Away”... so he still doesn't want to talk to me, I thought. But the program gave me the information I was looking for: where he was.

I'm sort of a computer geek, so I notice those little details. Mark's avatar was usually a very nice photo of him wearing only tight-fitting boxers (I could get a boner only by looking at that photo). However, I had learned long ago that, in Windows Live, the photos are computer-dependent. So, I could tell that he was using his computer, and therefore I could tell too that he was at home, since his is a desktop computer.

I could not sleep that night. The following morning, I took the first bus to Bull's Crossing.

* * * * *​

I arrived at the city of Bull's Crossing at about ten in the morning. It was sunny and warm; the day seemed perfect, but it certainly wasn't, at least for me.

I almost didn't dare knocking at Mark's door, but at last I did. Seconds after the door opened to reveal him, with nothing on but a white towel wrapped around his waist. However, the door closed as quickly as it had opened.

'Mark, let me in, please!' I pleaded. After a while, he opened the door, leaving it ajar, and I could see his face.

'Chad' he began. 'I appreciate that you came here. But please go home'

'Mark, we have to talk' I said. 'We have to talk about what happened between us'

'There's nothing to talk about, Chad' he replied. 'I made a huge mistake, and I have to pay for it. I can't even look at your face. I'm so ashamed of what I did... please, if you still like me, leave me alone'

'Listen' I told him. 'I won't lose you. You're my best friend. I've come here to talk to you, and I won't go home without doing so'

'I'm really sorry, but I simply can't' he said. 'Please go home and forget me'

And then he closed the door. I just dropped to my knees and then sat on the floor. I felt the tears coming to my eyes, and I began to cry right there and then. I had never, ever, felt so sad. Somehow I knew that he was my Prince Charming. I couldn't imagine what had happened, why he had changed so much in an instant.

Suddenly I felt someone holding my hand. It was him, and he was crying too.

'Come in, Chad' he said between sobs. 'Remember that... us boys... aren't supposed to cry'

I followed him in, and as soon as the door was closed, he took me in his arms and held me really tight against himself.

'Don't cry, my love, please' he tenderly said as he stroked my hair. 'But please understand that this can't continue'

'Why not?' I asked. 'Why can't we love each other?'

'Boys aren't supposed to love other boys in that way' he said. 'It's... wrong'

'And who says that?' I asked. 'Don't pay any attention to who says that'

'My father says that' he said, looking me in the eye for the first time.

Then I understood what happened.

* * * * *​

'He'd kill both of us if he knew that we're fags' he said. 'He has repeatedly said that he'd prefer me to be a murderer rather than being gay'

We were alone, so we could chat in the living room. Mark's story was very sad; unlike mine, his parents, especially his father, were very homophobic. Although I hadn't told my parents about me being gay, I knew that they wouldn't make a big deal out of it. However, poor Mark knew well that someday he'd have to disappear from his father's reach.

'I really mean it' he continued. 'There are persistent rumors about my father and his friends beating a gay guy almost to death, years ago, when he was about our age. He'd literally kill us'

I looked at him for a while, thinking about what he had said. I had to find a solution for his problem; Mark had been my friend for years. I felt that it was my problem as much as his.

'Where are your parents now?' I asked.

'As you can see, not here' he answered, smiling for the first time. 'They're spending some days in St. Anne with my aunt Margaret. They won't come back until next week'

'So, they don't know about you coming back so early'

'No, they don't' he confirmed. 'That's why I could come back here. They'd have asked too many questions if they were here'

'Then, come back with me to Silver Park' I told him. 'Forget them for two weeks; then we'll find a solution to this. This is an obstacle between us, so it is my problem as much as yours'

'Chad, no...' he told me. 'I can't...'

'Yes, you can' I told him, and then I kissed him lightly on the lips. At first he seemed a bit reluctant, but then he passionately returned the kiss. 'Mark Greene, I love you'

I had hit the key. He smiled, and told me:

'I love you more, Chad Brown'

* * * * *​

'I found the solution' I told him in the bus, as we were approaching Silver Park. 'We'll come out to my parents, and ask them for help'

'Are you crazy or what?' he asked. 'How can we come out to your parents? They'd kick both of us out!'

'Mark, my parents are not like yours' I calmly told him. 'They will understand. I'm totally sure of that'

'I don't know...' he said. 'I think it's too risky. Plus, what could your parents do for me?'

'My parents think of you as a second son. They love you as much as they love me. They will be cool with us being boyfriends...'

'You said... boyfriends?' he asked, very surprised. 'Would you want to be my boyfriend?'

'I'd love to be your boyfriend, Mark' I answered. 'It's my sweetest dream. But if you don't want it yet, I'll understand'

'I want it' he said. 'But I'm not sure if I can... I don't think I deserve you'

'Forget your problems for a second, and look at me' I told him 'I love you. You love me. That's all what matters'

His hand slowly moved next to mine, and then over it; we immediately intertwined our fingers with each other's, and I gave him my best smile. We held hands until the bus stopped.

 

[botboy03]

That was very nice Fred. I can't wait for the 4th part. Keep writing!

Zac

 

[Craiger]

Miaplacidus,

I knew they could find some solution to the problem. Where there is a will, there is a way. The next chapter is going to be kind of scary. Not entirely knowing if Chad's parents will go for this. We must keep our fingers crossed...

There are times in my past that I have felt the same uncertainty that they are facing. Great chapter.

Craiger

 

[gmoney]

Fred, I've been away from the stories forum for quite sometime, but soon as I saw this being one of your stories, I knew it had to be good. You didn't disappoint me!

Looking forward to the next chapter.

-G

 

[miaplacidus]

Guys,

I'm sorry but due to problems with my Internet access I won't be able to post Part 4 as soon as I would have liked to. I think I'd be able to post the update on February 4th, along with an update to "The God Who Loved Us" if I can finish it by then. "Alexander And Me" is on hold until I decide if I should continue like a small number of readers want me to do or not.

Sorry for the inconvenience, guys. I hate my ISP.

Fred.

 

[miaplacidus]

PART 4​

My parents were very surprised of having Mark at home again so soon, but they didn't ask many questions. As soon as we could get rid of them, we rushed into my bedroom and locked the door behind us. A moment after our tongues were battling as we locked ourselves in the deepest kiss I had ever experienced.

I could tell that he was burning with desire, probably even more than I was. We broke the kiss and he smiled mischievously, licking his lips afterwards. It was a huge turn on for me to see the usually quiet, shy Mark as horny as he was then.

'I want you badly' I whispered at his ear as he pressed himself against me, making me feel his hardness against my belly.

'Have me, my love' he whispered back. 'Make love to me. Please, Chad, do it'

I took his T-shirt off, and then he took off mine. It was so good to be skin-to-skin with him again, I thought as he caressed my back, holding me tightly against himself. We fell on my bed and began making out heavily.

I wished I had ten hands more. His body had so many spots to caress that it was difficult to choose only two of them. He slid a hand under the waistband of my pants and gently caressed my buttocks. Soon after he was trying to lower them, and I did it for him. He rolled over me and took off his pants as well. I was wearing loose boxers, that were tented by my erect manhood and damp with my juices. Then, he began kissing his way down to it.

He spent a lot of time kissing my neck and collar before he moved down to my nipples. They're very sensitive, so he had me moaning in no time. However, I suddenly remembered what had happened the only time we had done that together, and told him to stop.

'What happens?' he asked, with a worried look on his face. 'Am I doing something wrong?'

'No, it isn't that' I answered. 'You are making me feel really good, but I want you to promise me that you won't run away again'

He looked at me for a second, then his gaze dropped to the floor.

'I'll try not to' was the answer. 'If I try to leave, stop me... but I can't promise that I won't have the urge to run away'

Tears rolled down his cheeks once more, and he sobbed, but this time he came to me instead of running away. I took him in my arms and gave him a big hug.

'Don't cry, my darling' I said, clumsily trying to comfort him. 'Everything will be OK very soon. You'll be able to be yourself at last, and I will always be there for you. I will not let anyone hurt you, my love, and I will never leave you'

'Chad, you've always been so nice to me...' he began, between sobs. 'You know that you're my only friend, and I've just found out that the love I've always felt for you is mutual. It's hard for me to believe that I'm not dreaming, that you, the only person I've ever loved, actually loves me. But I just can't explain my reactions. I want to pleasure you, but after I'm done I feel deeply guilty because I know no one would approve it'

'I understand' I told him. 'And I can wait until you're ready. Don't worry about me'

'Chad, I love you' he said. 'Help me, please... I want to be yours, but I can't overcome this situation alone'

'You're not alone' I assured him. 'I'm here for you, for as long as you want me to be. Even if it's forever'

'It won't be forever, my love' he replied. 'But I need you beside me'

'I'm here beside you' I told him. 'I will always be here for you'

* * * * *​

We napped for a while, him with his head resting on my chest and me with my arms around his sleeping body. When we woke up, it was late in the afternoon, almost dinner time. We stayed there for as long as possible, until my mother called us. We got dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen.

I was glad that Dad hadn't had a hard day at work, and that Mom was happy because her beloved hibiscus had lots of big flowers, because I was going to drop the bomb right there and then.

'Mom, Dad, I have something to tell you' I began. 'It may be a rather unpleasant surprise to both of you'

They both looked at me with worried expressions.

'What is it, Chad?' my father asked. 'What do you have to tell us?'

'I'll go straight to the point. Mom, Dad, I have a boyfriend'

My father looked at my mother, then began laughing.

'See, Martha? I told you!' my father said. 'I was right then...'

I looked at him, astonished, my face asking the question I could not ask.

'He's this boy Logan, isn't him?' he asked, as if it was the most natural thing.

'No, he isn't' I replied, and then added: 'You don't have anything to say about me being gay?'

'Chad, we weren't born yesterday' my mother said. 'And I'm definitely not deaf...'

My face turned beet red when she said that. You see, I'm usually very noisy when I'm having sex, especially the few times I had bottomed. As you all can imagine, it's very embarrassing to know that your mother has heard your moans of ecstasy.

Before I continue, I want to talk a little about “this boy Logan”, because he'll appear later in the story. Logan Johnson was a friend of mine, with whom I had had sex many times. He had been the first (and by then only) guy to fuck me, although not the only guy I had fucked. He was in the school's swimming team: he was a tall, lean guy with blond hair and blue eyes, and an uncut seven-incher dangling between his long legs. We had become close friends from the first time, like it had happened with Mark. However, although our relationship was friendly and sexual at the same time, it was not romantic. And I'm talking too much; you'll see Logan properly in a couple of chapters.

Now, back to the subject, I quickly recovered from my astonishment and looked at Mark. Then he told my parents:

'I am his boyfriend'




I know, it's short, but it's here. I'll try to write another part and another installment for The God Who Loved Us this week. Expect it on Feb. 4th.

Thanks for reading, and like always, I APPRECIATE YOUR FEEDBACK. Thanks.

 

[botboy03]

Fred- It was great and I decided to check over here once more before bed and I am sure glad I did. That was a very sweet chapter. I can't wait til the 4th to get the new chapters. I can only hope my parents are that accepting of me. Thanks again.

Zac

 

[Craiger]

Miaplacidus,

Wow! The cat's out of the bag now. I'm glad Chad's parents knew and understood. I think most parents, if they have taken any interest in their children, know what is going on.

But now we have to deal with Mark's father. That's going to be trickier. A week is a long time to wait, but it will build up our anticipation for Part 5.

Craiger

 

[smile86]

great new chapters

 

[harry113]

Fred, great chapter. Thank you.
I hope Chad's parents will help them.
Now Mark's parents have to be dealt with!
It is terrible that parents will react to their own children so badly.
I am waiting with bated breath for the next chapter. What can happen??
Harry

 

[caddymac]

I am glad Chad's parents took it so well. I can feel for Mark having to face his parents. Yes, I too am looking forward to the next chapter.

 

[gmoney]

Short, but sweet chapter! Now I'm curious as to how Chad's parents can help. Looking forward to the next one.

-G

 

[miaplacidus]

I know, I promised the new installment for yesterday, but due to my addiction to instant messengers (I have to do something about that) I couldn't finish it. I'll try to post it as soon as possible.

Thanks for reading.

 

[harry113]

Dear Fred, IM's are great, but take up a lot of online time!
e-mails will enable you to write longer messages but, of course,. they aren't instant!!! But you will have more time to write!!!
Please keep writing your stories, ....so many people enjoy them
Peace and Love
Harry

 

[miaplacidus]

The new installment will be posted AFTER part XV of "Alexander and Me". Sorry for the delay, but I had to pay a little attention to my first real boyfriend.