Gary certainly wasn't letting up in his grilling of Twoey. Of course I had my own female CIA on the job of identifying this mystery girl, but I didn't tell Gary or--obviously--Twoey.
Danny had his arm over my shoulder and was his usual talkative self all the way to school. He did that from time to time. I think Danny is a lonely kid. I'd never seen him with any other friends, and he didn't seem to hang out with anyone in the gang, unless we were all together. That’s why last night was sort of a surprise. Of course, his father scares everyone away from his house. He sure as hell scared me away!
Terri was a little teary-eyed in math.
“What's wrong?” I whispered.
“Ron and I had a little fight last night and he didn't even talk to me when he drove me to school this morning.”
“Aw ...don't worry. He'll come around. He's gotta know how lucky he is to be going with you!” I think she felt a little better after I said that. At least she smiled at me.
Advice to the lovelorn and running the girl's-CIA. What a talented guy I was!
Another wrestler at lunch today! OMG didn't they have their own fucking table somewhere?? But it was my boy Matty! I could smell this campaign a mile away. I'm certain I was right yesterday! So Twoey was on my right and Matty was on my left and they were both talking to me and touching me. It was like being tag-teamed! I could hardly eat. Twoey had Erik all over him on his other side, probably grooming him for the wrestling team. I think Danny was getting a kick out of all this for some reason. I could only eat about a quarter of my lunch. If these guys keep at it, I'll be losing weight soon.
Leaving the lunchroom, I headed for my locker when I saw Cheating Cal leaving the music wing and--I assumed--on his way to lunch. He saw me and gave me a dirty look. Ha! What was that supposed to mean? I’m not going with your ex-girlfriend, you idiot. Don’t waste your scowls on me! Start paying attention to your cheerleader.
Mr. Burch hit us with a 25 question snap quiz today. I was always prepared for that guy’s class. The stupid thing was multiple choice, so it was simple. I was flying through the answers when I decided I should slow down a little, especially when I noticed some of the other kids in obvious distress. I tried to pace myself. Each time I looked up, his beady little eyes were right on me. So I carefully rechecked all the questions, looking for land mines--but they were all straight forward. I waited until way more than half the kids in class had finished before put my pen down, though.
In gym, Matty was demonstrating some workout tricks for me. He was very careful and moved my legs and arms into position. He showed me how to feel the muscles in different places on my body, so I’d know which actions were affecting which muscles. I had never thought of doing that. I’ll have to try it when I work out on my own to see if I’m doing my exercises right. He was very patient with me today. I was beginning to think Matty is a pretty good guy. I was actually learning a lot from him. Maybe I will join the wrestling team - NOT!
There was no Twoey in the stands after school today! He and the girl could be together! I hoped my spies were being vigilant. After practice, Gary and I were just getting out of the showers and drying when Elcher walked by with a pile of papers in his hand. I suddenly remembered that I wanted to ask him something.
“Hey, Mr. Elcher, can I ask you a quick question?”
“Sure David, what’s bothering you?”
“No, it’s not bothering me, but I was just curious why that little kid is in my math class.” He gave me a confused look.
“The redhead who sits right behind me.”
“Oh Chuck! He’s not a little kid, he’s 14. A freshman who’s been accelerated in math.”
“Oh ...OK, thanks.” Well that was a relief. A 10 year old taking sophomore math would have been a little too freaky. But man, did he ever look young. Fourteen, huh? Tommy looked way more mature than him, and Tommy’s 13. Oh well, it didn’t mean anything to me.
At supper tonight I learned how grey a green bean can get when it's cooked 72 times longer than it should be. Pretty grey. Jesus! I don't even want to try to explain what happened to the whatever-kind-of meat I couldn't eat. Fuck! I am gonna lose weight! I guess I should visit Sam’s mother more often. Now she knows how to cook!
On the phone tonight I mentioned to Kathy that Twoey was MIA after school, but she said she didn’t have any info yet. Maybe one of her spies caught sight of him after school. I'd hafta wait for tomorrow's report.
Gary was certain I was hiding a girlfriend from him and the guys! I tried to tell him there wasn't any, but I couldn't convince him. Again, I wondered if it was time to come out to The Gang. I'm not sure yet, especially after what happened in Syracuse. And then, of course, Erik said he wasn't out. Maybe it would cause us trouble in this small town. In fact, maybe he wouldn't even want to be seen with me if I came out. I didn't want to miss out on Erik--certainly not after today.
Speaking of girlfriends, Terri was sort of crying because she and her boyfriend had a fight. David was so sweet and got her smiling again pretty fast. He's really such a good guy. Even if I didn't love him, I'd like him a lot. I am curious about this temper of his I heard about, but I haven't seen anything of it so far!
Matty, a teammate of Erik, joined us for lunch and was really flirting with David. I mean, I don't think the straight guys understood, but I sure did! I was getting a little steamed up, and I think Erik was trying to diffuse the situation by engaging me in a lot of conversation. But then you should have seen Matty fondling David in gym!! Holy shit!
After school, I met Erik at his car. As we drove to his house, which was on the complete other side of town, I asked, “Have you noticed Matty with David? What's Matty's game?”
“Matty's not convinced David is straight. He's sorta feeling him out.”
“Shit! You mean feeling him up! Wait! Matty?--too?”
He smiled. “Yeah. Matty and I have fooled around off and on for a few years, and he doesn't believe Danny.”
Erik laughed. “Yeah. Danny's gay. But please, keep that one real quiet. Danny doesn't actually hang in my circles, since he's in gymnastics, but we’ve had a few meetings over the years.”
I just sat there staring at him. “How many gay kids are there around here?”
He chuckled. “There's a few, but we don't even all know of one another. Daleville is not quite into the 21st century yet. Everyone's in the closet.”
Then I said, “Danny's so delicious!”
“You know it, but don't go there! Really, Twoey. Don't. Danny's under a lot of pressure at home and the last person he'd ever get friendly with would be an actual friend. I’m not shitting you. I know what I'm talking about when it comes to this!”
Well, that deflated a recurring dream I'd had since I met Danny. Erik sounded so serious but he made up for it when we got to his house. We grabbed a couple of cokes from the fridge and went to his room. As soon as he shut the door, the cokes were on the bookshelf and we were on the bed. At first we just kissed softly. Even that soft little bunch of kisses was starting to turn my insides around. I kept breaking the kisses and looking at him. I was having a difficult time believing that I was here and with this handsome dude and in his room and on his bed and being so intimate. My legs started a sort of involuntary shaking. I had to take a few deep breaths.
He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and paused, looking at me. I could tell from his expression that he was asking for permission. I nodded and he slowly pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it on the chair. His hands caressed my chest and he kissed it a few times. He was gentle and thorough--blush. I didn’t ask his permission as I removed his shirt though. My eyes beheld that fantastic set of muscles again. I gently touched each one of them, I think. Then I kissed Erik again. We played this polite little game until we were just in our underwear. I was in boxers, Erik in boxer-briefs. We were both obviously hard.
Then we kissed again, but it didn’t take long for us to have our tongues in each other's mouths. Erik rubbed across my boxers and my erection jolted under his touch. I decided naked was better, so I pulled them off and then I pulled his off. He kissed me again as I fell back on the bed with Erik slipping on top of me. The kisses got a little more heated and that’s when I noticed I was moaning. Our bodies started sliding over each other, our bones pressing hard together.
Oh this felt soooo good! Just skin on skin, everywhere. This mouth-watering guy was on top of me and my butt was off the bed and trying to force my body up into his. His tongue was playing with mine. I broke for air and nibbled on his lower lip, all the while our erections were leaking and we were slipping up and down against each other. It went on like this for quite a while until our kisses got even more aggressive--it almost hurt--and our thrusting increased. Then we rolled over and I was on top. Oh yeah, this really felt great! By controlling the humping now, my body was getting even more frantic as Erik was pushing up into me. The tip of his cock was sliding from my balls up my shaft and banging into the tip. At this point we weren't kissing so much, more just looking into each other's eyes, my sweat dripping down onto his face. His fingers were spreading my ass crack open and pushing against my hole when I lost it, squeaked and spurted between us and then he let out a grunt as he pushed up hard into my sloppy dick, grabbed my ass cheeks and just smashed me down into him as his spurts joined mine bathing out stomachs.
I simply remained there, on top of him, my twitching and trembling continued but finally settled after a few minutes as we lay together enjoying the afterglow. Soon we were gently kissing again.
“God Twoey, I'm so glad you moved here. I think we're gonna have so much fun together.”
“Oh Yeah, I know so.”
“You can have all the fun you want with me and I can introduce you to a few other guys I think you'll like. Meanwhile, keep drooling for your blond dream. But you'll never get that prize. Unless, that is--unless Matty can convince him to switch sides.”
We both chuckled at that prospect and finally grabbed our warmish cokes. While we were talking he suggested after we finished our drinks that we take a shower to clean off the sticky cum. We had a nice hot shower, cleaning each other but not getting into any actual sex in there, well ...except for jacking each other off. Then Erik said, “You know, my mother goes to Syracuse every Wednesday afternoon. We can do this every week.” I smiled and suddenly--I was in no big rush. After all, we had every Wednesday for like, forever!
It was nearly 5:30 and I had to get home. Erik drove me.
“So, if she's in Syracuse, how do you have the car?”
“Her friend drives. They shop and do a show every week.”
“And your father?”
“Not in the picture.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Someday we'll have to compare war stories!”
When we arrived, I got a soft kiss and then I was out of the car and on the walk up to my house. Just before I got to the door, I looked over my shoulder and gave Erik a shy smile. As soon as I closed the door she was standing there with her arms crossed.
“Nice guy. Why were you watching?”
“He in love?”
“No. We like each other. Why were you watching me?”
“Still holding out for Blondie.” It was a statement, not a question.
“I’m telling you again, you may be wrong this time Mom. I really think he's straight. But I can't stop being attracted to him. Don't worry, I'm not gonna do anything stupid.”
She smiled, winked at me and just said, “Okay, we'll see.”