New Kid In School - 16. Chapter 16: "Friendly Competition"

A few days had passed since I had seen Ryan after school, I guess his little tutoring gig had been taking up a lot of his time lately. Things weren't returning to normal like I was hoping, something had changed. Something about my life just seemed so different all of the sudden. Ryan had been spending so much time away from me in the past week, that when we did get together it seemed like we didn't have much to say. At lunch time I even noticed his conversation had started to wander towards Tyler, Sam, and Matt. They just seemed to have gotten so close, so fast, that they were, for lack of a better term, "better friends". I know, I know...I should trust Ryan and believe that our love was strong enough to survive anything. But this wasn't just a suspicious sex thing. This was different. Ryan was laughing and horsing around with them more than me, and it wasn't because of any lustful stares or flirtatious words from Tyler, he was just enjoying himself. I found myself being left out of the conversation, trying to understand the hidden meaning behind their inside jokes, or just sitting there sulking, hoping that Ryan would see me upset and pay me some attention. And even when he did notice and direct the conversation my way in an attempt to cheer me up, I felt like he pitied me. That didn't help matters a whole lot. But Ryan wasn't the only thing in my life out of whack.

My mom was still acting goofy around me, and now that this darn hickey was just about gone, I figured that she'd forget about the whole thing. But she didn't. She kept asking questions, personal questions, and they got more and more complex until I was sure that I'd give myself away if I spoke another word. She was getting harder to dodge, and it was really starting to worry me. Also at school, thanks to my little love bite, I was getting attention from a whole new class of people. Jocks, brains, skaters, ladies men, you name it. I never thought a hickey would mean so much to so many virgins. Girls who never spoke to me before were 'accidently' dropping their pens in front of my desk and giving me a show when they picked it up. I started getting stares, and love letters were becoming more and more frequent. Soon I was up to almost ten a week. I was a high school celebrity in the making. It's not that I was ugly, but I was definitely not in Ryan or Tyler's category. Still, life went on.

I was walking home when I saw that Wil kid, that Ryan had been tutoring over the past few weeks, across the street. I walked over and said hello, I thought it might be cool to have a friend since I've spent most of my afternoons alone lately. "So how's the tutoring going, man?"

"What tutoring?" He said.

"With Ryan. I hadn't seen him in a while, I figured your test must be coming up soon the way you two have been studying every single day."

Wil gave me a confused look that showed me he didn't quite know what I was talking about. "Randy...the test was two weeks ago. Ryan hasn't been with me since." I fell silent, trying to see if maybe I heard him wrong. The words swam around in my head, echoing Wil's words, Tyler's words, Ryan's words, all in a jumble. And suddenly, none of it made sense. None of it connected at all. And I came to the realization that despite our little lovey dovey interludes, I had no idea where Ryan had been spending all his time. Wil caught a bus and told me to thank Ryan for the help, then he took off. I stood there, wrestling with myself. I have to trust him. Dammit! Get some control! It's all in your head. I can't make anymore crazy accusations, I'm running out of apologies to give. Why would he lie to me though...again. Ryan's got no reason to lie to me. Where is he anyway? That's when I got an idea and hopped on the next bus that came by. I wasn't sure, but I had an clue as to where he was.

I got off the bus at the arcade across town, and sure enough, as soon as I looked through the window, I saw Ryan and Tyler playing skeeball side by side. Both of them leaning into every toss, their round globes turned up to me. Tyler won the first game and Ryan playfully punched him in the shoulder. The two of them were laughing and giggling it up like a couple of ten year olds. I felt my heart sink. I tried to fight it off with every piece of my being, but it really hurt to think that Ryan lied to me to spend time with Tyler. He must have really not wanted me to join them. Maybe I was okay to kiss and cuddle with, but not to hang out with. Maybe he was getting tired of me. After all, it's not like I was the most interesting person in the world. I mean, we had been together for so long, I should have expected us to run out of things to talk about eventually. And we couldn't have sex ALL the time. Maybe as a friend, I was just...boring. But Tyler...Tyler was fun, he was fresh and new, funny and intelligent, he could offer Ryan a good time. Sure I could give him my heart and serious love, but that was only in private, only behind closed doors. The chemistry that he and Tyler had could be anywhere. I began to worry that one day Ryan would take a sexual interest in him, and see the best of both worlds. See in Tyler all the things he was lacking when he stayed with me, and he'd realize that he had made the wrong choice. I'd be his one big mistake in life. People say true love lasts forever, but we're so young, how would we know what true love is. I sat there staring in that window until I got hurt enough to walk away. I trusted Ryan with my body, my soul, my secrets, and my love, but suddenly I wasn't so sure about our friendship. It had just never come up before. We had been lovers for so long...I wondered if there was anything beyond that. Maybe I just worry too much.

I turned around and accidently ran into Sam and Matt, who looked a little more than surprised to see me. "Randy? H-h-hey, what's up, man? Look Sam, it's Randy." Matt said nervously. They both came over and basically pulled me away from the window and into the parking lot.

Who did they think they were fooling? I'd already seen Randy and Tyler in the arcade, they were just hanging out, like friends, right? No reason to hide it...was there? If so, I was willing to take it like a man. After all, I'm not going to play the jealous monster this time around. I'm just going to enjoy what me and my boyfriend have, and I'll share. Share...with Tyler....so he can...give him whatever it is I can't give him. In case you were wondering, yes, that was as painful for me to think as it sounded.

"Say Randy, me and Matt were going over to Frankie's for a couple of burgers and a shake, why don't you join us?"

"I don't think so. I've gotta get home." I said, but they insisted and practically kidnapped me and brought me along.

I sat in Frankie's and sipped at a chocolate shake slowly while the two of them tried to joke and laugh with me. They were trying to get a rise out of me, some kind of response, but I couldn't work up much more than a couple of chuckles and a few fake smiles. It had been about 15 minutes from the time we walked in, when Ryan and Tyler walked in together...and Ryan's arm was thrown over Tyler's shoulder. They looked so happy together, a perfect couple. Old friends since God knows when, both beautiful, both fun outgoing people. They almost looked like they were meant to be together. They were laughing together, and it cut through me like a knife. When they saw me sitting there at the table, they nervously stopped in their tracks and Ryan's arm quickly jumped back to his side. They paused for a second before saying hello.

Ryan sat down across from me and said, "Randy...didn't expect to see you here. I haven't seen you at the arcade in a long time."

"Yeah, well I didn't really have anyone to go with." I said. It was a bit of a cheap shot at the two of them for leaving me out of the fun, but I don't think they caught it. I continued sipping my shake and just trying to be myself, but for some reason 'myself' didn't seem good enough. It was the first time I ever felt that way in Ryan's presence. The teenage self consciousness and paranoia all faded away when we were together, usually Ryan was the cure for it all. But at that moment, his uncomfortable conversation and Tyler's shocked silence made me feel more self conscious than I've ever been. It was almost like they stopped having fun because of me. But again, I tried to just block it out and be normal. It was all in my head. They weren't lovers, they weren't fooling around, Ryan lied for a reason, I'm sure of it. They were just friends, and I was being stupid.

I stayed for about another five minutes before the air got thick around us all. They all seemed so quiet. I knew how they acted at lunch time, why was this so different. It was like nobody knew what to say, like they were a bunch of ex-cons and I was a rookie cop. Tyler just sort of sat there, and Sam and Matt kept looking around the table, like they were giving signals or something. I couldn't take anymore. Visions of the four of them lying naked on a bedroom floor having sex in pairs were starting to enter my mind. I thought about that crazy dream I had not long ago, and the way Ryan's blow job mirrored Tyler's technique perfectly. I started to imagine Tyler teaching Ryan that particular skill...and letting him practice, everyday after school, while I sat home alone...over and over and over again until he got it right. I was sure that Ryan would never want to hurt me, but he probably thought I'd never find out. I mean, wasn't that MY excuse? In fact, wasn't the tutoring my excuse too? Maybe he WAS doing it on purpose, getting his revenge. Ohhh...why must my mind twist everything like this. I finally stood up on shaky legs and said that I had to leave.

"Me too." Ryan said, "Come on Randy, I'll drive you back. Tyler, you coming?" Ryan said.

Tyler traded a wicked smile with Sam and Matt across the table and they licked their lips almost in unison. "Hehehe, no buddy. You know where I'm going."

Ryan giggled and high fived the three of them before walking me out. I felt like the 'old ball and chain', ruining a boys night out with my selfish need for attention. I wonder, if I wasn't there, would Ryan have joined them?

The further we got away from that place, the more alive Ryan got, returning to his old self. I even perked up a little after a few of his corny jokes, but the whole afternoon left a bad taste in my mouth. It was so hard to believe sometimes. I guess that's the problem with having a gorgeous guy like Ryan on my arm. He can have anybody, male or female, young and old, anyone he wanted. As soon as he finds someone better than me, he's outta here, and I'm left to start at square one all over again. Mental note; if this relationship doesn't work out, get a really ugly boyfriend next time that I don't have to worry about somebody stealing from me. Ryan pulled into my driveway, and jingled his keys as he looked over and smiled at me. My mom's car wasn't in the driveway, and he opened his door while happily whistling the 'Tootsie Roll' theme. I got out and walked into my house, not happy, not upset, not sad. I don't know what I was...just...confused. He followed right behind me and shut the door behind us. He caught me by surprise, turning around instantly and wrapping his arms around me. He kissed me on the lips for a quick second and then danced me over to the fridge. He dipped me, giving me his sexiest dance face, before kissing me again on the lips. Then all of the sudden he dropped me to the floor! "You got any Sunny Delight?"

"Hehehe...you bastard!" I said, feeling my smile returning, and I tackled him around his legs. Ryan tried to keep his balance, but he started laughing and that's how I knew that I had him. He dropped on top of me and we tussled until we were both out of breath and too tired to go on.

We were laying on the kitchen floor, staring off into space when Ryan said, "You know, this isn't the kind of exercise I had in mind."

I laughed a little and for a moment, it felt good to feel wanted by this teen angel again. Then he said, "You're getting better at this. You know, before it didn't take me long to pin you at all."

"Yeah, well I'm all grown up now." I said with a smile.

"Yeah, you are. You never know...next time I might need more people to help hold you down." Then there was a slight pause, and he continued, "Maybe I'll need extra people to help make love to you too...hehehe..." I noticed something strange about his laugh after he said that. Something fake.

"What...What do you mean?"

"Huh? Oh...oh nothing. I was just talking, you know. Nothing...serious." Just what was Ryan getting at here?

"Are you talking about...like, a threesome?"

"NO!" He snapped back really quick. "Well...I mean...it's kind of interesting, don't you think? All those hands, those arms and legs, all those tongues..."

I was scared to ask, but this was going to plague my mind forever if I didn't give in just a little. "So...you think that would be...you're saying you want me to...um...join in on a..."

Ryan didn't let me finish, he just put his hand over my mouth and said, "Forget it. I'm sorry, I was just making conversation. Come on, let's go upstairs, we don't have a whole lot of time. Who knows when your mom's coming home."

Ryan started to pull me to the steps leading up to my bedroom, and it felt great to be going up with him, but something inside was deeply disturbed by his choice of topic to 'chit chat' about. I wanted to be trusting and caring, but I didn't want to put my blinders on. If he was fooling around, I would be hurt for a while, but I could forgive him. I could get past it if he just came clean and told me. Tyler's hot. Sam's hot. Matt's hot. If he was 'doing things' with them I couldn't necessarily blame him. But this sneaking around behind my back and lying to my face was really beginning to sting a little.

We went up to my room and he said, "You put on some music, I'll get undressed, and then we can have a little fun!" He said, kissing me on the cheek. Ryan pulled his shirt over his head, and he was just as cute as ever, his bare back turned to me, skin so soft and clean. But something didn't feel right. It felt forced, fake, like I was just getting him off. I almost felt like a prostitute, because he didn't want to be with me, he'd rather be having an orgy with his three blond buddies.

"Ryan?"

"Yeah?"

"I know that this is going to sound strange, but...I'm...I'm not really in the mood for anything today. You know what I mean?"

Ryan gave me a strange look, but it was more a look of concern than disappointment. "Um...sure, that's cool. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just not feeling very romantic right now."

"Do you want to talk about it? I mean, share it with me if you want. Or if you want some time alone, I could just go..."

I grabbed him by the waist and couldn't help but place a small, fragile kiss on his cushioned lips. Ryan was actually worried about me. Sometimes, he was just so sweet. I loved him so much it hurt to admit it. It's hard for anyone to admit to having such a weakness for something, and I knew that my life would never be the same without Ryan by my side. Without him, my life would be dreary, my heart would be empty, and I'd spend the rest of my days alone, comparing every other possible successor to Ryan's beautiful radiance. I told him, "I don't want you to go, but I don't necessarily want to talk about it either. Okay? I don't want to sound like a sap or anything, but can you just stay with me for a while?"

Ryan gave me a bashful grin and he actually started to blush a little bit. It was so cute. "Sure Randy. Staying here with you would be perfect." He sat down on the bed and laid back while I put some soft jazz on the cd player. As soon as it started, I laid next to Ryan, expecting him to at least try something. As much as I was attracted to him, I knew that he had an even harder time keeping his hands off of me when we were this close. But to my surprise, he didn't. Ryan looked over at me and smiled, then he took my hand in his, and we just laid back in silence to enjoy the mellow sounds of music as it danced around the room. I couldn't believe it, we were just holding hands, and he was still turning me on. I was getting hard and he propped his head up a little to take a look at it, then he laid back down and grasped my hand tighter. "I know baby, I feel it too." He said as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the music. I stared at him, his eyes gently fluttering, his lips slightly parted to give a hint of his perfect white teeth, his cute little nostrils flaring with every fourth or fifth breath. I leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek, and he used his hand to hold me there, running it through my brown hair and sighing deeply. He turned to kiss me when all of the sudden the cd player skipped. Again and again and again, playing the same three notes over and over. We both sighed and I got up to bang on it. The damn thing wouldn't start playing right, and it was frustrating the hell out of me. I banged on it again, and it just stopped completely. AAARRRRRRGGHHH!!!

Needless to say, it ruined the little mood we had going. Ryan propped himself up on his elbows and said, "Is that thing still bothering you?"

"Yeah, this fucking thing never plays right! I should just get rid of it and buy a new one."

"Why? Just get this one fixed. I don't know much about electronics, but I can come look at it after this weekend."

"Don't even worry about it Ryan, I've got some cash saved up, I'll just trash it and see what I can get for the money I have."

"It's no sweat, Randy. Just let me look at it and if I don't solve your problem by this weekend, you can go buy another one. Besides, your birthday will be over and you might be able to get a better system with the extra birthday cash."

I guess he had a point there, but I was still kinda pissed that it ruined our moment. It was starting to feel like 'old times' again. I laid back down beside Ryan and put my hand on his warm belly. It was just so tender beneath his smooth skin. I ran a hand under his shirt and rubbed it for a few seconds, watching his erection grow in his pants right before my eyes. He moaned a low sexy growl and I could feel the vibrations in his stomach. Just then, I heard the door downstairs open and my mom walked in. A groan of disappointment erupted out of both of us and we knew that we had another interruption to deal with. "Dude..." Ryan said, "Why don't we just go over to my house. My dad shouldn't be back for a while."

"Are you sure? I mean it's really no big deal."

"It IS a big deal, Randy...I...I like just sitting here with you. You and me just now, just enjoying life and love together in silence...that was nice." Ryan brushed his hand over my cheek and I melted.

"I liked it too, Ryan. I love you something awful, you know that don't you?"

"I love you more." Ryan said, and then we heard rustling downstairs and remembered we weren't quite alone anymore. We walked downstairs and were trying to just breeze past my mom and not have to say much. But she intercepted us at the door.

"Hey guys. How are you Ryan?"

"Fine. Well...gotta go."

"Hold on...don't you boys want something to eat before you take off? I brought chilli dogs from Frankie's."

I stepped in, "We already had Frankie's today. Thanks anyway, Mom."

"Wait a second..." My mom was a sweet woman, but she was really getting on my nerves right now. Every time we tried to get out of the door, she'd call us back and make us wait longer to be together. Then she turned to Ryan and asked a question that sent a shock through my entire body. "So Ryan, have you seen this cute little doll that Randy's been falling over around school?" Both of our mouths dropped open, neither one of us knowing quite how to answer that. Just then the phone rang and brought a whole new meaning to the words 'saved by the bell'!

We immediately turned and walked out of the door. My mom called after us, but Ryan just yelled out, "No time for the love Dr. Jones!" whatever THAT means, and we jumped in the car and peeled away. That was close. We drove down to Ryan's house and he let me in. We walked upstairs and resumed our places, this time on his bed. This time it was even better, there wasn't even any music, we just listened to the sound of our hearts beating in unison. Then we just started talking, about the moon and the stars, about life, about feelings, about our favorite ice cream, whatever came to mind. Just like Ryan said, it was perfect.

Our talking became more and more quiet until they were just soft whispers passing back and forth between us. And those whispers turned into long glances, which transformed into gentle kisses and long hugs. It didn't take long, and I was in the mood. My hand traveled down Ryan's chest and his followed my lead. Our hands moved slowly down each other's bodies at the same time and we simultaneously grabbed each other between the legs. We massaged and groped each other lovingly while passionately kissing, our tongues dancing in slow motion between our interlocked lips. Ryan tasted so good, so sweet. He leaned forward a little to kiss me more deeply, and I felt his soft hair fall lightly across my forehead. We moaned lightly as the power and intensity of our emotions increased, pushing us deeper and deeper into each other. Ryan's hips pushed forward, and our hot crotches touched, sending shivers up and down my spine. We were laying on our sides, and rubbing our bodies back and forth against each other rhythmically, trying to get as much pleasure as we could with our clothes still on. Then Ryan unzipped his pants and released his aching member from its prison, soon doing the same for mine. He broke the kiss and grabbed a hold of my cock, squeezing it affectionately. I quickly grabbed a hold of his too, it was pulsing like crazy, and it was almost burning my hand with its sexual heat. I ran my thumb across his sensitive head and he jerked back in ecstasy, his eyes closing as he shuddered in pure lust. He then gave my cock a few slow strokes and looked directly into my eyes. His hazel eyes had never been more beautiful. They were wet, shiny, slightly slanted and every bit as majestic as they were the first time I saw them. Ryan gave me a look that threatened to pull me into him and keep me wrapped in his embrace forever. We began copying each other's steady rhythm, slowly stroking each other, never taking our eyes off of one another. It might have been one of the most erotic afternoons we had ever spent together.

Ryan's breathing was getting harder and his lips were quivering slightly as we sped up the pace. The smell of his sexy boy breath blew into my face in short huffs and it drove me wild with lust. My heart was beating super fast and beads of sweat were beginning to dot my forehead. We never broke eye contact, I can't even remember if we blinked. The closer we got to orgasm, the more we wiggled and squirmed, our hips gently twisting and writhing in time with the other's strokes. We were really getting close and we both started whimpering softly. That noise, that glorious noise, it was bringing me to the edge quick. I saw Ryan use his free hand to lift his shirt and I did the same. We were panting, moaning, squirming, stroking, feeling the runaway orgasm building in us and rushing towards each other at the speed of light. And then, we came hard together at the same time, shooting cum on each other's bare chests and warm stomachs. Spurt after spurt shot out of us as we tried to keep our sensual eye contact, each shot accompanied by a childish cry of passion. Seeing Ryan's face at the moment of climax was by far the most beautiful thing I had ever witnessed. I felt a tear stream down my cheek and wondered if it could possibly get any better than this. Ryan and I finally squeezed the last few drops from our softening cocks, and I leaned forward to kiss his delicious lips, still trembling from an intense orgasmic high.

Ryan and I spent the next half hour licking the cum off of each other's chests and trying hard not to start any more sex play. His dad would be home soon and we didn't need the interruption. We got dressed and went downstairs to watch 'Seinfeld' on the couch. His dad came home and joined us about twenty minutes later. But Ryan and I had bonded on a whole new level, and I often wondered if his dad could see our afterglow. Then, Ryan really surprised me by putting his arm around me on the couch and kissing me on the cheek. Right in front of his dad! His dad looked up and as soon as he saw me look back, he quickly put his head back in his newspaper. It was still a little nerve wracking, but when Ryan turned my head with his fingertips and kissed me deeply on the lips, I just closed my eyes and the rest of the world faded away. We practically made out right in front of him, tastefully of course, and neither one of us cared.

"Ahem" Ryan's dad cleared his throat to remind us that he was in the room. But Ryan just smiled.

"Be cool dad. Remember?" He said. And after watching his dad fidget a little, and break out in a shy smile of his own, Ryan went right back to kissing me. His dad had a cute smile, I can see where Ryan inherited it from. After a few more minutes, his dad got up to make dinner. But he didn't seem disgusted, or even uncomfortable. He just kind of laughed to himself and figured he'd give us some privacy. And for the first time, it felt okay to be gay, okay to be with my lover, okay to kiss him in public and not feel the eyes of everyone around us watching me. For the first time...I felt truly free.