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Late for class. I was running down the hallway, turning
the
corners and trying not to slip as my sneakers gripped the tile.
No sign of the principal, fortunately. I slipped into class just in time
to hear the teacher call my name off the roll sheet. "Here!" I said, and
he hardly looked up. Not a tardy yet, I smiled to myself, sitting down in
my desk towards the back of the classroom.
Sweat trickled in a small bead down my brow. I wiped it off,
and grabbed a pen out of my jeans pocket. I should at least try and look
like I am taking notes. I looked up towards the front of the room and my
breath caught in a gasp. Dave looked absolutely beautiful this
morning--his long, brown-black hair fell in ripples over the back of the
purple sweater that stretched across his lithe shoulders.
His thighs, legs were hugged by a slick pair of Levis, still black even in
their worn softness. Over his feet were a dusty pair of boots. I could see
his face a little when he turned his head to the side, his gentle, smooth
boy face that I wanted to kiss every time I glimpsed it. I breathed heavy
for a moment, blinked, then looked away before he caught me staring. He
didn't know.
I'd known Dave a while now, but not really well. We'd had
some classes together, and we hung out with some of the same people.
I'd seen him with girls a lot, but somehow--I don't know whether it was
wishful thinking or sheer perceptiveness--I always thought he looked
uncomfortable. Other times I wished I could see him look at me--or any
other guy for that matter, the way I looked at him. Even though I didn't
know him that well, I really liked him. Thinking about it too much made my
heart ache... and yet, yet I still couldn't get him off my mind.
Class had started and yet I was still thinking--imagining Dave
and I off by ourselves, walking through the woods together at dusk,
playing in the waves at the sea on windy days, watching his long hair blow
in the breeze. In my mind I even saw his nipples get firm in the cold
ocean air, and I felt myself tense up in my jeans. I didn't know where to
go--I was scared to come out to him, because he and I weren't close. I
thought telling him would push him further away, and to have him any more
distant than he was would crush me. So I remained silent.
The teacher was talking about some project--it was English
class, and we were supposed to get in groups of two and act out some
scenes from a play together, to get the feel of drama. I didn't know
anyone else, just kind of sat in the back of the room and watched the
others as they paired up. But wait--Dave was glancing over at me! I
remembered he didn't really have any other friends in this class either.
His eyes told me he wanted to pair off with me on this one. I nodded
assent, while inside my chest my heart began to race. I mouthed, 'you tell
the teacher' while trying to behave in a normal manner. Why did I expect
anything to happen? It didn't matter--I'd be alone with him, working.
Anything could happen.
The scene was Shakespeare. Dave sat on the edge of the desk on front of me
with the book open in his gentle hands, looking down at the words. "This
is lame, Gabe," he said to me, or to himself. "This scene is for a guy and
a girl, not two guys." His eyes looked up at me. "I don't want to be the
girl."
"It doesn't matter to me," I said to Dave. "I don't care. I just want to
get this out of the way. You wanna meet at my house
after school, and we can rehearse it for a while, hang out? My
parents will be gone, so we can use any part of the house we want to."
Somehow I didn't have any underlying ideas in mind when I said this, and I
was glad. I knew Dave would hear it in my voice if I had.
"All right. Whatever," he said to me, looking at the clock
and gathering his things up. "Time for the bell," he said, just as
the clock jangled nervously, announcing the end of class. "See you this
afternoon, Gabe," he said back to be as he walked out the door of the
classroom, his body leaving a faint scent in the room. I closed my eyes,
dizzy.
All afternoon I sat at home, waiting for Dave to show. I
walked around the house with the music up loud and looking over the
textbook, learning the lines of some fair-haired maiden to Dave's prince.
I watched the sun sink low over the hills and descend on to another part
of the world as I waited. But nothing--no knock on the door, not even a
phone call saying he'd be late. Even my parents came home, and still no
sign of Dave. Finally, I went to bed, feeling a little sunken. It was just
an English project, I know, but...
I went upstairs to my room. It was pitch dark in the room,
and outside a rain had started to fall on the roof, the trees. I
opened up my window to let the perfume of the water fill the air,
undressed and slipped my body in under the covers. The music of the rain
lulled me into a waking dream. I awoke with a start, listening to the
whispers of the water-fall. In it I thought I had heard my name echo,
someone whispering "Gabe..." in the night. I rolled over in bed, thinking
it a hallucination, but I heard my name again, and this time I knew it was
in Dave's voice that I heard it. I looked over to the window, and there
was his silhouette against the blue-black sky, the music of the rain a
background for his single lyric, the breathing of my name in the night.
"Come in, Dave.." I whispered. He untangled his feet from the
trellis and gracefully climbed in over the windowsill. He was wearing
pajama bottoms and a denim jacket, and nothing more, his hair dripping
with rain, his clothes soaked with it. "Dave! You're drenched!" I
whisper-shouted. Underneath it all he was shivering, and in the dim light
I could see a sadness in his eyes.
"Sorry I'm so late, Gabe, my parents wouldn't let me out of
the house to go see you. They locked me up in my room. I had to wait till
they slept, and pick the lock. I had to get out anyways... figured I'd
come here. I dunno why." He shrugged, and took off the dripping cotton
jacket.
"Let me get you a towel.." I offered, and then realized I
wasn't wearing anything under the sheet. "Uh... actually, um..." I
blushed, and he understood, managed to smile a little under that sad gaze.
"Don't worry about it. It's nothing I haven't got." I carefully got up and
went into the bathroom, got him a huge fluffy towel, and tossed it at him
when I got back to my room. He grabbed it
in his hands and started to dry off his quivering chest. Then he
moved the towel down to dry his legs, and started to take his pants off.
It was so dark I couldn't see anything, though I ached to look at that
body I had admired for so long in the classroom, out on the street after
school.
"I've got some sweats you could wear if you want to," I
offered again, still whispering, not wanting my parents to know he was
here. He bent over and dried off his legs, saying, "nah, that's all
right." I was amazed by this.. and even more surprised when, as he started
to dry his hair on the towel, I said, "Here, I'll do that for you." He
acquiesced, walking towards the bed and sitting down on the edge of it,
handing me the towel.
"Thanks," he whispered as I began rubbing his hair gently
between the folds of terrycloth. "It's been a while since someone treated
me this nice." His hair felt soft from the rainwater, and it left little
droplets on his shoulders, on his back as I tried to take some of the rain
away from it with the towel. He smelled clean, alive in the quiet of the
room. I took a handful of the soft, damp hair in my hand and pressed it
close to my face, breathing in the scent. I kissed it softly, looking up
at him. Dave turned his gentle face towards me, and I feared he'd call me
some kind of name for what I'd done. Instead, his hand raised up and
caressed my chin, down by the jaw line.
His fingertips pulled me in close to his mouth, and his lips
pressed themselves against mine. A rush of warmth washed through me, and I
could feel it go through him as well. His tongue, gentle, pushed out from
between his lips and sought mine. I could feel the prickle of his whiskers
under my palm as I caressed his cheek, then the damp, cool weight of his
hair when my hand reached behind his neck to pull him closer.
His hands dove into my black, shoulder-length hair and his prodding tongue
moved deeper into the recesses of my mouth, slowly, as his hands pushed me
back down onto the large bed, his own body following mine into the
blankets.
We didn't speak. Not in words anyways. My door was
locked--and there was no chance of anyone getting in the door, but we
stayed as quiet as we could. The rush of emotion was so loud, we would not
have heard our voices over it anyways. As his hands trembled over my
nipples, down over my belly to rest at my hips, I pulled him close into my
arms. After all this time, it felt so good to be holding what I dreamed of
for so long, I never wanted to let him go. He returned the embrace, with
silent tears him his green eyes, and kissed me once again.
Dave's soft lips moved down to my neck, biting gently as
gooseflesh raised all over my body. Down his mouth went, to nibble at my
nipples. My penis began to awaken at his fiery touch, and awaited the
moment when his mouth met it. His fingers, now over my nipples, pinched
softly. It drove my hips mad, and broke my breath up into softer gasps.
His mouth moved further down, tongue drawing tender circles about my
navel, pressing into the trail of hair that led to my outstretched organ.
His kisses landed on my thighs now, circling the area as if
he'd done this a hundred times. His nose edged me gently, and then his
hand encircled the base of my penis warmly under the thick cloud of
blankets. His tongue tenderly touched the tip, poking gently into the hole
at the end and I felt every nerve awaken with a start. I gasped loudly,
then again when his lips went around me, wet and hot.
This was not the kiss of a horny teen, but of one who was full of
emotion. Gently his tongue encircled me, and I grew warmer and more
aroused. I felt the throbbing start at the back of my hips, moving through
my spine and pulsing each gorge of blood into the organ in his mouth. I
was so caught up in this wonderful dream-come-real, that I could not last.
I throbbed and pushed my hips towards his warm, loving mouth, and the
orgasm washed through me like a bath of light.
He swallowed me up hungrily, hands behind me, pulling me further in. I had
become so sensitive, I had to push his mouth away from my groin.
Any more, and I was going to explode in fire. Dave pulled his body back up
and lay next to me. I kissed him warmly, and could taste the salt of my
semen on his tongue, on his lips. His face was flushed with passion and I
could feel him hard against my leg... the feeling was incredible. My hand
reached towards that nether pulse, and I took him in my grasp. I heard him
moan as he lay back into the mattress, and let me rub into the flesh with
my fingertips. My finger heavily traced the vein on the underside, probing
the tip at the top and pushing into the delicate skin at the bottom of my
finger's trail. He breathed in jagged sighs, with little "mmm"ing sounds
as I tickled the edge of the head with my fingertip.
I placed my lips over his hardened nipples, enjoying the soft muscle
underneath that quivered with my touch. I had laid alone in this bed so
many times, imagining it, I found it hard to believe I was not dreaming.
But I knew I was not when I felt the weight of his handover my hair,
pushing me down to taste the fountain of life that he offered to me.
I barely had gotten his warm, delicious penis into my mouth
when he gushed into me with a wave of salty sperm. It felt so alive in my
mouth, my stomach, that I swallowed it with love. I kissed the fur that
surrounded, and kissed my way back up to his mouth, our juices mixing in
the saliva, the smells of passion mixed with the perfume of rain in the
bedroom. I fell against his chest, tracing one nipple softly with a
fingertip, and whispered, "I love you." He looked down at me, with a look
of surprise on his face.
For a moment I was scared. I thought he might get scared by that, but he
only smiled. "I know." He said. "I've known it for as long as I've known
you."
"Why didn't you say anything... do anything... before?" I
asked, looking up into his wide, softly slanted eyes. "I dunno. It was
hard for me to admit I wasn't like other guys. My parents haven't figured
it out... I didn't want them to know. They'd think there was something
wrong with me if I told them I was into other guys. But I couldn't play
the front anymore." He hugged me close. "I love you, too, Gabe. I could
feel you watching
me all those times. I was so afraid to get close to you, because I was
scared of what people would say. But... I couldn't stand it anymore."
I felt so protected by the embrace. So this is what it's like,
I thought to myself. This is what I wanted for so long. Tears welled up in
my eyes and I hugged him tighter. "Your secret's safe with me, Dave." I
whispered into the dark, and nuzzled into his neck for sleep.
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