Apple of Her Eye
Chapter 1
It all started out so ordinary. The two of us were just sitting on his bed, listening to
some music coming from his stereo on the book shelf. He had it up kind of loud,
and his mother had hollered up to us several times to “turn that damn music
down!” We would look at each other and giggle. We would play it softly for several
minutes, and before long it was blasting away again. Hey, we’re only 16, like we’re
not going to play our music loud. I swear, sometimes I think parents forget what it
was like to be teenagers. I guess they went from childhood straight to adulthood.

We were sitting on the bed, kicking back and listening to music when our legs
began to touch lightly. I know Shaun didn’t think anything of it, but I sure did. I
have had the hots for Shaun for as long as I could remember. We’ve best friends
for ages. We met in the fifth grade, and six years later we are still the best of
friends. Who wouldn’t love Shaun? He has everything going for him: looks,
intelligence and a personality that would make anyone take notice of him.

Again, we touched legs, and I intentionally let the contact last a little longer. I
could feel my dick start to tent in my tight shorts. We had done this before, but my
rampant teen hormones had never kicked in like they were tonight. I looked briefly
at him, letting my  gaze last a little longer. I looked at his light brown hair curling
up slightly around his neck and flowing gently onto his forehead. I had been lost in
those blue eyes a million times, but I never let Shaun see the desire in my eyes.
Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, I wanted Shaun. I wanted his strong,
long body lying on mine, kissing me passionately while our hard cocks grind
sensuously into each other. I wanted to taste him and take his hard cock into my
mouth. God, what was I thinking! I couldn’t do this. Shaun was straight, and I was

As we sat and listened to the music, I began to regret the thoughts I was having.
Shaun is my best friend.  I couldn’t possibly be in love with my best friend. After all
these years, I was able to put my feelings into the back of my mind, never letting
them surface. Sure, I let them escape when I was alone in my room at night, and
my dick would get hard begging for relief. Thoughts of Shaun’s hard, muscular
body would appear in my mind. I could see him changing into his swimming suit
when we were at the pool. He would always turn his back to me, but occasionally
he would turn just enough for me to get a quick glimpse of his soft cock lying softly
upon two large balls. And then there was that ass! That vision would get me
through hundreds of jack-off sessions. He would quickly slip on his suit, turn to me
and say, “Let’s move it, Gary.” Then he’d walk away, never aware that my eyes
were frozen to that wonderful bubble butt ass of his. I’d go home at night and beat
off twice with that vision in my mind.

I just couldn’t take it anymore. We were rubbing legs, my dick was hard and all I
could think of was leaning over and kissing those red lips on his beautiful face.
Shaun was beautiful. All the girls knew it. He had a steady stream of girlfriends,
never settling on just one. “Why have a steady girlfriend, when I can be a player?”
he would always say. He dated a lot, but he would never tell me how far he would
go with a girl. I would tease and hint about it, but he would just say he had a good
time. I guess it was probably best that way. The thought of him grinding his
masculine frame onto some girl’s smaller body was not a thought I wanted to
have. It was probably better that I didn’t know. I just assumed he wasn’t a virgin
like me and left it at that.

I looked over at him once more, and he looked back. For some reason, I could not
pry my gaze from his blue eyes. I looked deeply into them, trying to find
something, anything, that would tell me he felt something for me.

All I got was, “Jesus, Gary, what’s wrong with you? You’re looking at me like
you’re a fag or something!” Pulling his leg from mine, he jumped away from me on
the bed.

Suddenly I came back to reality, realizing that I had been staring at my best friend
and doing just what he said I was doing, acting like a fag. Then his eyes looked
down, and he saw the bulge protruding from my tented shorts. His eyes came back
up to meet mine, and I will never forget the look I saw in them. Disgust. That’s the
only word that would even come close to what I saw in those beautiful blue eyes.
Only now they  weren’t beautiful. They were harsh and cold as they looked at me.
Without a word, I got up from his bed, put on my shoes and left his room. I rushed
down the stairs and ran all the way home. By the time I reached my front door,
tears were streaming down my face and my heart was pounding. I knew that he
now knew, and I don’t know if I can face him again.

I opened the door and walked into the living room trying desperately to avoid my
mother. I knew my face was tear-stained, and I didn’t want her to ask me why I
had been crying. No such luck.

“Gary, come here a minute,” ordered my mother from the couch. She had been
reading, and she put down her book when she noticed my face.

“What’s wrong, dear? Why have you been crying?” I just stood there frozen like a
deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. After a few long seconds I finally

“It’s nothing. I think I may be catching a cold,” I lied. She knew I was lying. I
hated doing that. I loved my mother and never intentionally lied to her. She was
the only thing I had.  My father left us years ago. I   don’t even remember him.
When I would ask about him, she would say that he was a good man, but that they
just couldn’t make it work. When I would try to delve a little deeper, I would just
get “the look.” You know that look; the one only a mother can give her child. The
one that means stop doing what you are doing. In this case, asking too many

On more than one occasion I had thought about telling her that I was gay, but I
always seemed to back down. I didn’t think she would react too badly. She was a
teacher, and I am sure she had many gay and lesbian students in her class over
the years. So, I didn’t think she would kick me out of the house or  resort to any
other drastic action. I guess I just didn’t want to see the look of disappointment in
her eyes. She  had always said that I was the apple of her eye. I could not bear to
think that I could be anything less than what she wanted. I was her only child. I
was to carry on the family name, give her grandchildren and make her life
complete, as she once told me.

“Anything you want to talk about?” she asked me with concern in her voice. I knew
she wouldn’t press me for more. She always gave me my space, and she would
never pressure me into talking if I didn’t want to.

“No, Mom, I’m just going to bed. Okay?” I said without making my voice tremble
too much.

“All right, Honey. I’ll check in on you later. If you ever want to talk, I have a good
ear. That’s part of a mother’s job, you know.”

“Thanks, Mom. I know. Love you.” I couldn’t hold it in any more. I quickly turned
and hurried to my room while the tears began to flow once again. I’d had bad
feelings before, but this night was one of the worse I had ever experienced.
Everything I thought I had under control was collapsing around me. I’d lost Shaun
as my best friend, and I knew that soon I would have to disappoint the one person
I didn’t want to hurt, my mother. I fell down on my bed, buried my face into my
pillow and cried myself to sleep.

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