Ry and Sly Stories
The night was darker than a raven's wings and storm clouds grumbled beyond my bedroom window. This was the night before the first day of school and I lie in bed with a terrible fear coursing through my body. This would be my first time ever in public school and no idea what to expect. My name is Rycerz, but you can call me Ry. I'm sixteen years old and, for the most part, a loner. I had few friends back at my old school and a shattered home life made up of an abusive drunk of a father and a mother who lives in a whole other place. As I lie there in my dark room, full of dank, reeking mold, I shivered. I was hoping that, for once, my father would turn the heat on so I wouldn't freeze to death. But no relief came and I huddled beneath my thin blankets until I was greeted again by a light sleep and finally by the clock in my room having reached morning. I prepared for school by grabbing some clothes from my closet– my favorite pair of battered Levi's and my best muscle shirt from American Eagle. I didn't bother with my hair as it was always perfect, spiked in the front and flat in the back. I set off for school, knapsack slung over my shoulder, my bus stop only a half mile from my house. I shut the front door and began my slow stride towards the bus, hoping that I would make a good impression with the other kids. I checked my hair just as I reached the bus stop and just as some other kids gathered towards the bus. Shyly, I found a vacant seat and sat down by myself, opening my battered copy of Stephen King's “The Stand”. As I opened it to the first page I was tapped on the shoulder. It was a boy who I knew at once would just have to become a new friend of mine. He smiled at me and asked me my name.
“Ry,” I replied, in a confident, but soft voice. He introduced himself as Slyter, though everyone he knew called him Sly. He asked, "Do you like the book?" All I could do was nod my head yes, tongue tied by his beauty. I thought to myself, “My God, I must have him.” Wait... what was I thinking? I can't be gay... can I? CAN I? The question of my sexuality nagged my mind as I got off the bus. I walked into the school and headed towards the main office, hoping to get this whole topic off my mind and to get my boner to go away. I walked into the office and showed the secretary my ID. She printed off my class schedule and told me, “Aye lad, to get acquainted with the grounds we'll assign you a guide to get you from class to class”. Suddenly my heart skipped a beat as my new friend from the bus entered the office and smiled at us both. All I could do was stare back into Sly's beautiful black eyes and then at his slim, rock hard body. I was snapped back to reality by the secretary. “Excuse me, sir... excuse me. Pay attention will you?” I hurriedly apologized and asked her to repeat what she said. She sighed and said, “This is Slyter; he will be your guide.” I nearly fainted from sheer joy! The boy who I secretly lusted after would now be showing me around the school. We left the office and just walked around until the first bell rang, signaling time to go to lockers and then to homeroom. Sly asked me what homeroom I was in and I replied quickly that I was in room J202. I was keeping my head down as to not stare into his beautiful eyes and be overcome with desire. He burst into a radiant smile at this news. “Yeah, man, me too!” he replied, but then looked at me suspiciously, or so I thought. I hope he didn't see me staring at him so longingly.
As we wandered in the direction he thought our room was in, I asked him to tell me a little about himself. He thought for a few seconds and then said... “Well, let's see. I'm five foot eight and weight 130 pounds. I play football here at school. I live at 35 Blackhawk Lane.” “Oh my!” I gasped, interrupting him. And then I told him I lived at 264 Blackhawk Lane. His eyes seemed to light up and my mind reeled as I realized this delicious hunk of boy lived just a few blocks from me. Then I told him I played football too and hoped to try out for the team here at school. We stopped at a junction in the corridor, looked down each way, but couldn't see anything showing where to go next. “They've renumbered the dang rooms and stuff” Sly tells me. “How the heck are we supposed to find stuff?” I looked shyly around at the surrounding people, trying to find someone who didn't look too intimidating to talk to. Finally, I spotted a short-ish girl who was laughing with some friends, but before I could ask her the way I heard Sly shouting out, "Hey! Which way to room J202?" The girl pointed up one of the corridors and Sly and I headed up that way. I had to run a little to catch up to him and as I drew level to him, Sly turned around and said, "So, you play football?" “Yeah man,” I replied. “I played fullback at my old school and set a few rushing records.” I watched as Sly gave a shocked little gasp and asked how I could set records. I laughed this off and told him to remember that at 5'8, he was only an inch taller then me and that I probably weighed a good 10-15 pounds more then him. Then the second warning bell rang to get to homeroom and we began to sprint until we reached room J202. “You're late gentlemen,” snapped our new homeroom teacher. Mr. Snow stood maybe 5'2” and a large 325 pounds with a long curling gray mustache.
“Sorry sir,” I replied, and I explained that I was new to the school and unsure of how to get to room J202. But by now the teacher seemed to have lost interest and we just took seats at the back of the room. After a few minutes of listening to the old guy's monotonous and droning voice, I lost interest. I couldn't help but stare at Slyter's beautiful eyes and daydream about us, being together. But yet again I was woken from my delicious daydream by Slyter, who was lightly tapping me on the arm, making my fair skin ripple with goose flesh. He asked for my schedule to see what classes we had together. It turned out that he and I shared four out of ten classes together; namely “Psychology”, with Doctor Libbonobo, on Wednesdays; “History of All-World”, with Mr. Paul on Thursdays; lunch during seventh period every day and last of all would come “Physical Education” with Coach Deschain on Monday, Wednesdays and Fridays. We wouldn't be dressing out for gym until Friday. I smiled to myself, my boner growing and stiffening beneath my tight-fitting Levi's, knowing that this coming Friday I would get to see Sly's delicious naked body in the most alluring ways. I didn't get to see Sly again until lunch period. I went to lunch in the café's of BPHS. I sat on a table outside of the popkin stand... my stomach rumbling and growling discontentedly. I had eaten very little these last three days. I hoped no one would hear my stomach. But of course, gentle reader, someone did hear. Naturally, fate dictated that Sly would show up and sit next to me and ask what was wrong. I replied that I had no food, but that did not matter since I hadn't eaten much in almost three days anyway. Sly got this look of absolute pain on his face as I revealed this small tidbit about myself to him. Immediately he gave me his food and told me to never worry about it again for his family was well-to-do, and that he could always get himself another lunch. I smiled weakly at Sly then, slowly, my smile faltered and I began to sob. Much to my surprise Slyter held me in his arms. At this I wept full, shaking sobs for no one else in my life had ever cared so much as to feed me.
Through my sobs, I explained that my Father sometimes forgot to buy food to keep in the house. And I was loathe to remind him because he got heavy handed when he thought I was being critical. After I calmed down Sly got me some tissues and wiped my face for me. We chatted about nothing, laughed at everything, our bond forever sealed. We didn't share any classes together on Tuesday and I needed a Sly fix really badly. When lunch time finally rolled around I found Sly already seated at a table. He had two lunches sitting in front of him and big grin of welcome on his face. I matched him grin for grin and sat next to him. This would be the lunch routine for the rest of the week; Sly would have something waiting for me when I reached our table. Whenever I tried to thank him he would just put his finger to my lips and shake his head no. Wednesday I got to sit by him again in Psychology and we became class-work partners. Nothing else was accomplished in that class except for the introductions of classmates and observations made by the teacher, Mr Libbonobo. I was immediately distrustful and wary of the man... his thin wiry frame and cat-like quick eyes set behind those small glasses sent me on edge. Before the bell rang, the teacher gave us a ton of reading to do for the next class. I had a heck of a time concentrating on the reading that evening. Sly's face kept coming into the forefront of my mind. We shared our fifth period class together Thursday. This was “History of All-World”, with Mr. Pauly, a cheery, old gent with a taste for fancy flavored waters and old smelly books. He told us the tale of Roland of Gilead, he of khef ka and ka-tet. I was quite interested in this subject and copied down as much of sai Paul's oratory as I could. Friday rolled around and, sitting next to Sly at our lunch table, I noticed that he kept licking his lips every few seconds. I was hoping it was because he was catching slight glimpses of my boner. I thought to myself “Oh god, I have to get to a bathroom before gym class; otherwise, when I see Sly naked... I'm gonna cum”. We had received our gym lockers and gym clothes Wednesday so we could participate in today's activities. Slyter and I walked into the empty locker room to change, then Sly did the unthinkable and began to strip before me. I watched his perfect body as he slid out of his school clothes. As he pulled up his shirt I saw soft, pink nipples framed by a large, tightly formed chest. Those gorgeous pecs lead down to a hot six-pac with a dusting of light brown hair. I know I was gawking... staring unashamedly at this beautiful body being revealed to me. I felt my breath coming in short, audible pants. He stopped peeling of his clothing, once his shirt was removed. I was thinking “damn it, what are you waiting for?” I had a nearly insatiable desire to see all that his body had to offer to my lustful gaze. And then it dawned on me, why he had stopped undressing. I glanced up at his face only to see him staring into my own. Fear had gripped my gut as I realized I had been so noticeable in my stares. But one look into his eyes and I felt reassured. His eyes, like his lips, were crinkled into a sweet smile. And then he said... “your turn, kiddo.”
Immediately I began striping down, showing off my own tight abs. I think I'm justifiably proud of my own thickly built arms. I watched his eyes as I peeled off my shirt; I was sure I was reading desire in his gaze. And so I went the next step and slid my pants and boxers off in the same motion, revealing all that mother nature had seen fit to provide me. And of course I was swollen and as hard as a bar of steel. Sly's eyes widened and he drew in a deep, audible breath of air. I know he was just seconds away from reaching down and touching me when we both heard voices at the far end of the locker room. The fear of discovery kicked in and we both slipped into our gym clothes as quickly as possible and went into the football-training room. Thank God the gym shirts were baggy and hung below the waist, otherwise our aroused states would have drawn stares. We did After Gym class I invited Sly over to my house for a short visit. He replied, “yeah, man, it'd be cool to chill.” So began our journey home and onto the bus numbered Nineteen. The bus passed the old ball field and the new football complex where The Barony Buccaneers of BPHS played. We grinned at one another the entire trip. At last we came upon Blackhawk Lane where Sly and I got off the bus together. We walked the half-mile ahead of us in complete silence. I imagine our little locker room scene was on both our minds but we were both to shy to bring it up. Once we reached my house, Sly's face began to twist in horror, shock and anger as we entered my room. He saw the thin, moldy blankets and the immediate chill of my room compared to the rest of rooms in the house. I watched as his emotions shifted one more time into extreme sorrow, tears sliding down his beautiful, strong face. I held him in my arms, telling him how good of a guy he was for letting me become his friend. At that moment I brought my lips to his and kissed him lovingly and strongly. My desire increased as he let more and more of himself into the kiss. Finally I broke our lip lock and mouthed three words to him and touched his heart again. The tears that had been flowing freely for the last few minutes ceased and he looked wonderingly at me and asked, “baby, why do you live like you are”. My own tears started as I told him of the nights alone, crying myself to sleep, the mental and physical abuse from my drunken father. “Don't worry,” Sly professed, for now you have me by your side and I will protect you always. “RYCERZ!” I heard from downstairs. Undoubtedly the drunk was home. I told Sly to get out of the house through the window and to get home quickly. “Be Safe,” he said softly and kissed me on the cheek yet again before climbing out my window. “RCYERZ!” he screamed yet again as I was rushing downstairs to see what surprises he had for me today. Get this backpack out of my way now you stinking son of a FUCK!
I bent down to grab it as his right foot made contact with cheek bone and jaw, breaking them instantly. “That'll teach you to get in my way” he snarled. I lay on the ground, my body alight with agony, until he was gone, probably to drink away the last of his brain cells. I got up and stumbled towards the phone, hoping to call Slyter. But then it dawned on me that I couldn’t call him because I didn't have his cell phone number. I decided to walk to my room and try and find some medicine for the pain in my jaw. What I found was a bottle of old Vicodin, probably from my last clinic visit maybe a year and a half ago. I dry-swallowed three and sat down on my old, moldy bedspread and wished I was in Slyter's arms, sleep slowly overcoming me because of the Vicodin. I didn't know that Sly had been watching through the window as I got kicked. He ran home just long enough to call the police and then he ran back to my place. Later, he told me that he paced back and forth in front of my house in tears as he waited for the police to show up. When they finally got there, my dad wasn't going to let anyone come in so the cops had to wrestle him to the ground. Sly rushed to the bedroom where I lie and stayed by my side as the ambulance arrived and took me to the hospital. I had been dreaming of Sly's face and then I awoke with Sly hovering over me. He laid his head gently on my chest and told me that my dad was in jail and that I was gonna be okay. “You've been in a bit of a coma for a couple of days though, Ry. I guess the Vicodin didn't mix too well with the head injury. But Da... I mean, your doctor says you are going to be just fine. You'll need to stay here another couple of days though so he can watch you. Luckily nothing was broken but you did end up with a concussion.” “How did you get in here to see me” I asked, “cuz I thought only family could visit.” “That's true,” Sly answered, “but your Doctor is my Dad. I told him I wouldn't let anyone else work on you.” My eyebrows raised in amazement at this pronouncement. But Sly wasn't through. He continued by saying, “Dad says we are bringing you home with us when you are able to leave. He's friends with the head of Social Services. They did a check and found out you didn't have any family besides your Dad. My Dad new better than to argue with me when I said I wanted you at our house. And by the way, your just going to have to share my double bed cuz we don't have a spare bedroom.” He finished off that statement with a grin and a wink.I slid up as far as I could under the restraints of the tubes and medical equipment I was attached too and gave Sly a peck on the cheek... Ry's condition improved steadily over the next two days. I persuaded my Dad to get me permission to spend the nights in Ry's room. They had a chair that folded back into a kind of lounge chair and I slept in that. Well, a couple of times I managed to crawl up onto his bed and snuggle with him. He called me his pain medicine.
