Joshua Miles - 17. Be Careful What You Wish For

It was fifteen minutes into English class when the door swung open and in strode Scott Henderson.

“Thank you for making the effort to join us mere mortals Mr Henderson”

“No problem Sir”

“The Great Bard wrote The quality of mercy is not strained, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven, Henderson”

“Whatever you say Sir”

“Well Henderson, in my case the quality of mercy has been almost pushed to the limit. If you arrive late again, it won’t be gentle rain that droppeth upon you. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir”

“Good, now take your seat and join the rest of us in examining Portia’s speech”

The only spare seat was next to Joshua. As he sat down, Scott said “He’s in a twist today”

“You should know better than to interrupt old Mackenzie in a Shakespeare lecture. He takes it all so seriously” replied Joshua.

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At the end of the class, Scott said “Can we walk out together, I want to talk to you”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Not here”

It was recess time, so Scott took Joshua to an isolated corner of the school yard.

“So, what do you want to talk about?”

“It’s a very very private matter”

“Ok…go ahead”

“Well…I wanted to say…that is I want to tell you…that…I’m like you”

“You like me?”

“No…not that”

“You don’t like me?”

“No…that is yes…I do, but what I’m trying to say is I AM like you”

“So how are we alike?”

“You know…”

“No, I’m not following”

“Like you and…what’s his name…that you hang out with”

“Malcolm?”

“Yes”

“Are you saying you’re gay?”

“Shush, don’t say it out loud”

“No one’s around and there’s nothing wrong with that”

“But it wouldn’t be good for my reputation for everyone to know”

“Ok. so you’re not ready to come out. Everyone has their own time. But why are you telling me?”

“I thought we could hang out together sometimes”

“Why me?”

“Because you are…this is difficult to say…I don’t want to hurt you”

“Oh for fuck’s sake just say it”

“Well you’re not noticed by anyone, people don’t see you. You have a low profile”

“You mean I’m invisible”

“Exactly, and that’s what I want in a…friend”

“So you want me to be your friend but you don’t want me to be noticed so nobody will know”

“I knew you’d understand”

Joshua was left speechless. The man of his dreams finally wanted to be his friend but it came with conditions.

Finally he said “So how would we conduct this friendship?”

“We could hang out together, maybe after school”

“Today?”

“Why not?”

“Ok”

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They met after school and Joshua asked “Where are we going, to the Mall”

“No I don’t want to be seen with you”

“I thought I was invisible”

“Maybe, but I’m not”

“So where then?”

“We could go to mine, Mum and Dad won’t be home for a few hours”

Joshua went into a state, somewhere between shock and ecstasy. He could barely utter the words “Yes, if you like”

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Scott opened the front door and Joshua followed him to the kitchen.

“Do you want some orange juice?” Scott asked

“That would be great. I’ll get it” he replied as he opened the fridge. Then he took two glasses from a nearby cupboard and placed them on the kitchen bench. As he poured the juice Scott asked “How’d you know where those things are?”

“Um…er…well, I assumed the OJ was in the fridge and…the nearest cupboard to the fridge seemed the most likely place to keep the glasses”

“Oh, good thinking”

They chatted about the upcoming final school exams over their juice, then thinking it was time to get down to business, Scott asked “Do you want to go to my room?”

“I thought you’d never ask”

“What?”

“Nothing, just a silly saying. I’d love to see your room. Do you have a double bed?”

“Yes, and you?”

“No, I still only have a single. Room’s pretty small, but I’d love to see yours”

“You go in, I’ll just put the glasses in the dishwasher”

Joshua headed off towards Scott’s bedroom, then paused and asked “Where is it?”

“Oh sorry, Second on the left down the hall”

Joshua opened the bedroom door and inhaled the familiar smell of the room. As Scott arrived, Joshua said “I love your room, you have lots of good stuff here”

“Oh it’s just a few posters and my music collection. Would you like to pick something to play?”

There wasn’t much in the collection that he liked so he said “You pick something and surprise me”

After the music started, Scott said “So, shall I fuck you up the arse now?”

“No, definitely not. That isn’t how this works”

“Then what do we do?”

“We have to get naked first”

“No problem” replied Scott as he kicked off his shoes and started to pull up his shirt.

“Not so fast man, slow down and enjoy the experience”

“What do you mean?”

“Like this” Joshua replied as he stepped closer to Scott and undid the top button of his school shirt, then a second button, followed by a third. He opened the shirt slightly and put his face into Scott’s well-defined cleavage and took in the smell of sweat and cologne.

He could scarcely believe, after all this time of wanting Scott, here he was doing exactly what he had wished for.

Scott was unusually quiet, so Joshua assumed he was enjoying the experience. He then ran his fingers down the centre of Scott’s chest till he reached button four. He unfastened the remaining buttons and fully opened the shirt, giving him the full view of a chest with full firm pecs. He then rubbed his fingers on Scott’s nipples, which were soft at first, but as he continued to rub them they hardened and eventually stood proud.

Finally Scott spoke “Are you going to remove my pants?”

“Coming right up, or should I say right off”

He unbuckled the belt, then the waistband button, followed by a slow unzipping. To reveal a firm six pack which Scott flexed when Joshua lay his hand on it.

“You like that?” Scott asked

“Of course, who wouldn’t?”

Joshua pulled down Scott’s pants, who then lifted his feet out and pushed them to one side.

“Not far to go now” Scott offered, then gestured towards his bulge, but Joshua’s eyes were already there. “So now do I get you naked, so we can fuck?”

“Not now”

“Oh” replied a disappointed Scott “Anyone would he pleased to have this up their arse”

“Yeah, about that… I don’t think that should be your first approach”

“And I thought that’s what your type wanted”

“My type?”

“You know…the quiet…slightly girly type, who want a real man to screw them”

“Scott your approach and attitude is entirely wrong and even if I wanted you, not now. I have somewhere else to be and besides your Mum will be home soon”

“How do you know…..” Scott didn’t get to finish his question when Joshua put a finger to Scott’s lips.

“So what am I going to do with this, seems a shame to waste it”

“I’m sure you know what to do. I’ll let myself out”

Joshua closed the bedroom door behind it him then leaned back and felt he was breaking out in a sweat.

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When he made it to the front door, again he closed it and leaned back, realising he was really having a guilt attack.

He pedalled faster than he had ever done before; riding so recklessly he almost caused a traffic accident when a car had to swerve to avoid him. He of course did not see this as his fault and called a few obscenities at the driver, who had just saved his life.

He arrived at Malcolm’s totally exhausted, sweating, gasping for air and collapsed on the front porch. Malcolm’s mother heard the noise and went to investigate. “My god, what happened to you dearie?”

“I was almost killed by a stupid driver who has no respect for cyclists”

“Did you get his number? I’ll call the police”

“No I just wanted to get away from that madman”

“Malcolm!” she called “Come and help me with Joshua, I think he’s been injured”

As Malcolm arrived he kneeled down and asked “Where does it hurt?”

“All over”

“Were you knocked off your bike?”

“No…not really…just scared a lot”

“So, no physical injury?”

“No, I just need a hug”

“Malcolm, I think that’s your cue” his mother said.