Picture Perfect

Chapter 1: The Night ‘Out’

I can’t believe I got invited to this party; it’s like a
who’s who of jockdom. Looks like I’m the only Junior here.
It came as a surprise to me; it was the last swim meet of
the season when Steven invited me to go.

It was supposed to be a big ol bash, with all the
alcohol your average high school Senior can get their hands
on. It started off as a teammates only event, but I guess
my being the only yearbook photographer that wanted to
cover the swim team kind of made me one of the crew. I had
my reasons, what sort of gay boy would I be if I turned
down the opportunity to watch men in tight Speedo’s? These
guys were sleekly built, as if born to be pool side. Steve
lived too far away for me to walk to his place, so he set
things up so Brian would give me a ride.

The time finally arrived, Brian pulled up to my place and
I got in to his car, throwing my bag of clothes in the back
seat.

“What’s that for?” he asked

“Oh I just told my mom that I would be crashing at your
place, she didn’t want me waking her up on my way in during
the middle of the night.” I replied.

“Cool,” was all he said.

The drive was a short ten minutes to Steve’s place. He
lived on his own for the most part. His mom had taken off a
few years ago, and his dad was always away on business.
When we got in the music was blaring, the beer was flowing,
and by the way the guys were dancing with their
girlfriends, it looked like Caligula was in charge. There
were a couple of guys that went stag; they were hanging out
in the TV room watching some slasher flick. I wasn’t really
in the mood to watch TV; I could do that at home. I just
went to the bathroom and poured myself a beer from the
beer ball in the bathtub, and went out to the den to veg
out.

I was there for maybe twenty minutes when I turned to
see HIM walk in, the cutest guy on the varsity swim team.
He is the stuff my wet dreams were made of. I waved,
expecting just a simple nod of hello. He came over towards
me, just beaming with that mischievous smile that he had,
it reminded me of my cats when they were up to no good.

“Hey, Greg, how’s it going? Steve said you’d be here
tonight,” Kyle said.

“I wasn’t sure I’d make it. My mom can be such a pain
sometimes,” I replied.

“Hey, you want a refill? I’m about to get a cold one
myself.”

“Yeah, sure, I could use one.”

A few moments later he brought back two bottles. “Here ya
go,” he handed me a wine cooler, “the bathroom was full so
I grabbed these instead, hope you don’t mind”

“Not at all, I like wild berry, ‘sides, I was gonna tell
you to get one of these instead of a beer for me anyway. I
don’t want to spend my night praying to the porcelain god.”

“Yeah, I remember the last party you went to, how did you
manage to break your nose on the toilet anyway?”

“I passed out while my head was on the bowl and slid off.”
I was turning three shades of red at this point.

“Don’t feel bad, dude, I’ve had stranger things happen to
me, ” he said clapping me on the back.

The moment he touched me, I felt a twitch in my pants.
‘Oh no,’ I thought, ‘what if he sees me sprout wood?’ I
started blushing unconsciously at the thought. All he did
was give his playful grin again. ‘Geez, does he actually
know? Well if he does, he doesn’t seem to mind.’

“Come on, Greg, let’s get out there and dance.”

‘Wait a minute, did he just ask me to dance?’ I asked
myself. “Alright, let’s go,” I replied…

There was a small crowd in the rec room dancing away. We
danced amongst the group for a few songs, not really with
each other, more like with no one and everyone at the same
time. Just then the DJ of the moment put the Macarena
song on. Everyone was getting into formation, and Kyle got
right next to me.

“Hey can you teach me this, I can never seem to get it?” he
asked.

“Sure let’s move to the outside corner of this bunch so you
can see.”

I must have been a good teacher, because he got it down
after about the second or third time. He was dancing so
close I could feel his body heat. Every time we did the hip
swing slash ass shake, we would end up bumping into each
other. The final one was coming up, I decided to be a
wise ass and bump a bit harder than I needed to, and ended
up knocking him to the floor. As soon as he hit, he gave me
a stunned look, which in turn caused me to laugh so hard I
was doubled over in pain, and rolling on the floor myself.
He was laughing too, realizing what had just happened. I
managed to pull myself together and stretched my hand out
to help him up; he grabbed and pulled me back to the floor,
causing more fits of laughter.

I was really beginning to feel like I could be myself
around this guy. I didn’t feel like I needed my camera to
hide behind.

“Come on, let’s get another drink,” he said.

I happily followed, lapping up this boy-god’s attention
like a lovesick puppy. We headed for the wet bar on the
other side of the rec room, he grabbed a couple of
different bottles and started adding a splash of this and a
bit of that. I don’t know what it was but it sure didn’t
taste like anything like the cherry coke he started off
with. The concoction was strong enough to lift weights, or
run race cars, I don’t know which. By the time I finished
what he called a ‘rocket booster’ I wasn’t feeling a bit of
pain, or anything else for that matter. I sort of meandered
my way to the TV room, my head was swimming and I wanted to
go to bed before I did or said something I might regret. No
point in outing myself and not being able to remember it
the next morning.

“Kevin, have you seen Brian?” I asked

“No, dude, I think he left already. Think he said something
about leaving a while ago. Say, isn’t that your bag over
there by the doorway?”

“Oh shit, he left me here, where the hell am I supposed to
go tonight? My mom’s not expecting me home and I can’t stay
here.” I complained.

“Well shit, man, just ask Kyle if you can crash at his
place, I’m sure he’ll let ya, his ‘rents are cool.” Kevin
offered.

“I guess so,” I turned to see Kyle coming in to the room,
“Hey, Kyle, can I . . .”

“Sure, man, you can stay at my place tonight, I was just
getting ready to go home,” He answered before I had
finished asking.

“Oh good, so can you help me up, I’m not feeling so steady
at the moment.”

“Yeah here, let me help you.” He said, as he grabbed hold
of my hand and pulled me with such force, I nearly fell
face first into him. “Whoa there bud.” He helped me
straighten up my stance, led me over to my bag and grabbed
it for me, nearly dropping me because I was so wobbly.

We walked out to the passenger side of his car, after
opening the door, he poured me into the passenger seat,
then went around and hopped in the driver’s side, tossing
my bag in the back seat.

“Nice car,” I said as I looked over the inside of his
midnight blue VW Beetle.

“My dad got it for me after I got back from regionals last
year.” He started the car and backed out of the driveway
onto the street. “Let’s ride around for a bit, I don’t
really want to head home just yet.”

“Hey, I’m just along for the ride. How come you’re not as
shit-faced as I am, we had the same amount to drink?”

“Wrong! You had more; remember that rocket booster I gave
you? Well, I just made it look like I had the same thing;
all I really had tonight was that wine cooler. Dude, you
don’t look so good, I’m gonna put the top down for some
fresh air.”

---

I can’t believe how trashed Greg got. Maybe I shouldn’t
have mixed all that stuff together so carelessly. Still, it
was fun watching his face when he downed it. He’s a pretty
cool for someone not on a team. I can’t help but sneak a
look at him as we head for my place. Thank god my parents
are actually out of town for the week. They said they were
going to check out some training center for me in the Mid-
West. They promised to make it back for Commencement.

When Steve told me about the party at his place, I wasn’t
really going to come. Why hang around a bunch of guys who
really just wanted an excuse to make-out with their
girl friends and down brews? They knew I hadn’t had a
girlfriend since my Freshman year. They thought that it was
because of trying to keep my gymnastics training going at
the same time that I am on the swim team. Sure that would
suck for any kind of sex life, but that’s not really it.

I had already noticed that guys turned me on 90 percent
of the time. It got to where I felt guilty taking out a
girl, when what I really wanted I was afraid to have. So,
presto chango, no more dates. I let my life revolve around
gymnastics and sometimes socializing with the jocks from
various teams. I let them think whatever they wanted. Since
I always got results for the team, and Dad is such a huge
donor for the school sports programs, I get left alone when
I want it and invited to pretty much everything. Now that
we’re Seniors, the girls have finally given up on me,
cursing my dedication to my training, rather than who they
should have; their competition, other guys! I had pretty
much trained myself to ignore other guys along with the
girls. Too much of a distraction.

Then I noticed Greg. He was at most of the sports events
for our school, camera in hand. His photos totally rock. He
manages to catch the perfect moment at any event. Never
fails either, always gets that one moment that everything
hangs on. I would not be surprised to see a Pulitzer for
photography attached to his name one day. I like looking
for his photos; I can always tell which are his. Most of
the jocks like him too, since he always catches their best
moments on film.

Anyway, when Steve told me that Greg was coming to the
party, I decided to go. I wanted to see him one last time
before I left school. If I am honest with myself, I guess I
can admit I have had a crush on him for the last two years.
His eyes always pay attention to everything and you can
tell his focus on whatever he is doing is total. He has a
pretty good body, certainly not a weight lifter, but
definitely someone who doesn’t mind hard work. He’s taller
than I am, but most people are.

I got to the party kinda late. I had worried about all
sorts of details that I usually ignored, especially my
stupid hair. I had let it grow and it reached the mid point
of my neck now. The blond strands went every which
direction, driving me nuts. I fussed in the mirror until I
finally snorted at my silliness and said screw it.

Steve was out front when I got there and waved me on in.
He was the best anchor for relay we had on the swim team.
There wasn’t any stroke he couldn’t do and get top speed
out of. My own strength was in consistency. My times always
came out the same, time after time. Not great but far from
bad either. The coach liked to have me in the second spot,
to keep things going, but still have time to make things up
if the starter screwed up somehow. He dealt pretty well
with the fact that my main focus was on gymnastics rather
than swimming.

I went in and looked around. The usual shit going on,
here there and everywhere. I was having doubts about the
evening getting any better. I searched the house and
finally ended up in the den. Greg saw me and waved. Just
seeing him wave and knowing it was for me brought a grin to
my face. Greg looked a little stunned as I came over to
him.

“Hey, Greg, how’s it going? Steve said you’d be here
tonight,” I said by way of greeting. I had to force myself
not to totally scope him out right away.

“I wasn’t sure I’d make it. My mom can be such a pain
sometimes,” Greg replied. The annoyance in his voice was
pretty hard to miss.

“Hey, you want a refill? I’m about to get a cold one
myself.”

“Yeah, sure, I could use one.”

I went in search of drinkables. Brian found me and showed
me where the bottled stuff was. I reached for some brews
and stopped just short. Greg didn’t hold up to well with
beer. The image of blood flowing down Greg’s face from last
time made me wince in sympathy. Then I noticed the wine
coolers floating in the ice-chest. Then an idea dawned on
me.

“Say, Brian, you driving Greg home?” I asked breezily.

“Yeah, but he’s probably going to stay over at my place.
Why?”

“Tell ya what, I’ll let him stay at mine. My parents are
gone and then none of us have to worry about anyone else’s
parents finding out. Cool with you? I mean, I know your
‘rents are home right?”

“Yeah. That would be cool dude. I was worried about how to
get Greg past my Mom. She’d have fit if she knew we are
partying with this much brew. I’ll get his stuff and put it
by the front door. ‘Sides, I’m picking up Vicky later to go
cruising on the beach. This works out. Be sure to tell Greg
what’s up,” Brian enthused.

I had taken the first step down a road I wasn’t sure I
really should go. Still, it could work out ok, or be called
off at any point without anyone the wiser. I made sure
Brian actually did leave Greg’s bag by the door and that it
was out of the way. Then I headed back for the den and
Greg. All of my planning and cloak and dagger had taken
scant minutes. I took the two bottles into him.

“Here ya go,” I handed him a wine cooler, “the bathroom
was full so I grabbed these instead, hope you don’t mind.”
I quickly made up an excuse for taking so long. I had no
real idea how long I’d been gone.

“Not at all, I like wild berry, ‘sides, I was gonna tell
you to get one of these instead of a beer for me anyway. I
don’t want to spend my night praying to the porcelain god.”

“Yeah, I remember the last party you went to, how did you
manage to break your nose on the toilet anyway?”

“I passed out while my head was on the bowl and slid off.”
He was turning three shades of red at this point. I thought
of how incredibly cute it made him. Better make him feel
better about it. I know it sucked to have his nose broken.
“Don’t feel bad, dude, I’ve had stranger things happen to
me, ” I said clapping him on the back.

It was as if I had fired off a nuclear bomb! His eyes
widened and then he got this peculiar glazed look. Then I
noticed his hard-on! That looked damn promising! Maybe I
was on the right track after all. I could only hope and
pray. Time to get things rolling. I grinned down at him.

“Come on, Greg, let’s get out there and dance.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Greg agreed.

There was a small crowd in the rec room dancing away. We
danced amongst the group for a few songs, not really with
each other, more like with no one and everyone at the same
time. Just then the DJ of the moment put the Macarena
song on. Everyone was getting into formation, and I got
right next to Greg.

“Hey can you teach me this, I can never seem to get it?” I
asked.

“Sure let’s move to the outside corner of this bunch so you
can see.”

After three or four tries, I managed to copy what he was
doing. I grinned. I wasn’t going to tell him that I already
knew it. Then he shocked the hell out of me. He sideswiped
me and I went down like a brick down a well. I had been
totally caught off guard. Greg started laughing so hard he
fell to the floor next to me. I just smiled and waited for
my chance. He would pay for his trick. And it came quickly.
He reached down to give me a hand up and I took it. Then I
hauled his ass back down on the floor with me. He busted up
laughing all over again. It gave me the perfect chance to
brush my hand across his butt without him noticing as I
hauled him up by his waistband.

“Come on, let’s get another drink,” he said.

He followed, seeming pretty happy. We headed for the wet
bar on the other side of the rec room, I grabbed a couple
of different bottles and started adding a splash of this
and a bit of that. I was making something I had read about,
called a ‘rocket booster’. Greg downed it as soon as I slid
it in front of him. He sort of meandered his way to the TV
room. I poured a quick shot of tequila to bolster my
courage and sucked it down. Then I hurried after him.

“Kevin, have you seen Brian?” Greg was asking when I got
there.

“No, dude, I think he left already. Think he said something
about leaving a while ago. Say, isn’t that your bag over
there by the doorway?”

“Oh shit, he left me here, where the hell am I supposed to
go tonight? My mom’s not expecting me home and I can’t stay
here.” He complained.

“Well shit, man, just ask Kyle if you can crash at his
place, I’m sure he’ll let ya, his ‘rents are cool.” Kevin
offered.

“I guess so,” Greg turned, seeing me coming into the room,
“Hey, Kyle, can I . . .”

“Sure, man, you can stay at my place tonight, I was just
getting ready to go home,” I answered before he had
finished asking.

“Oh good, so can you help me up, I’m not feeling so steady
at the moment.”

“Yeah here, let me help you.” I said, as I grabbed hold of
his hand and pulled with too much force, he nearly fell
face first into me. “Whoa there bud.” I helped him
straighten up his stance, led him over to his bag and
grabbed it for him, nearly dropping him because he was so
wobbly.

We walked out to the passenger side of my car, after
opening the door, I poured him into the passenger seat,
then went around and hopped in the driver’s side, tossing
his bag in the back seat.

“Nice car,” Greg said as he looked over the inside of my
midnight blue VW Beetle.

“My dad got it for me after I got back from regionals last
year.” I started the car and backed out of the driveway
onto the street. “Let’s ride around for a bit, I don’t
really want to head home just yet.”
“Hey, I’m just along for the ride. How come you’re not as
shit-faced as I am, we had the same amount to drink?”

“Wrong! You had more; remember that rocket booster I gave
you? Well, I just made it look like I had the same thing;
all I really had tonight was that wine cooler. Dude, you
don’t look so good, I’m gonna put the top down for some
fresh air.”

---

Thank god he’s so drunk! I doubt I could be as cool with
him if he were more sober. He’d notice for sure that I am
into him. Just not a risk I can take right now. Last thing
I need is to have the entire school find out that I’m into
guys. If he sobers up much more, I’m gonna ditch the idea I
had. Though, by his singing, I don’t have anything to worry
about. Greg is so cute, even if he can’t sing for shit!

I pull away from the curb and manage to get us the rest
of the way to my house without any further technical
difficulties, like laughing too hard. I pull into the
driveway and hit the brakes. Unfortunately, a little too
hard. Greg snags in the seat belt that I fortunately had the
presence of mind to buckle on him when I put him in the
passenger seat. His body let’s out an oomph!

“Geeze, dude! I’m sorry!” I was concerned I’d hurt him.

“No damage, just startled,” Greg says quickly. There’s a
tiny slur to his words. Not major, but enough to show the
alcohol is still with him.

“Well, let’s get you inside.”

I unbuckle us both and grab his bag. He has the door open
when I get around to his side, but he’s doing the turtle
thing, unable to get out of the seat for some reason. I
chuckle and get an arm under him, hauling him up. His arms
grab my waist as he nearly tumbles forward. God! The
feeling of having someone touch you like that, even
innocently, is intense! I get a better grip on him and move
him to the side. Easy enough to kick the car door closed
with my heel now that he’s not in the way.

Carefully, I fish the house keys out of my pocket and get
the right one ready. In about twenty steps, a few of them
backward, we get to the front door. Getting us both through
the door once it is open was another exercise in
flexibility. I had to turn us both sideways, stomach-to-
stomach and crab-step us in. Having him so close, down the
length of our bodies was a new kind of torture. I could
feel definite stirrings in my Chinos. Hopefully, Greg
didn’t notice anything. I quickly get us back to side-to-
side once through the door.

I flip on the lights and then stop us both. Now comes the
decision: where to put him. I rule out upstairs. Getting up
there would possibly kill one or both of us if he falls
backward. So, that leaves the one downstairs guest room.
Fortunately, it has a full bathroom of its own. I start
maneuvering us in that direction. His head is turning,
owlishly looking around to see as much as possible. He had
never been to my house before. I was over at his a couple
of times, when we worked on the pictures for my dad.

We get to the room and I set him into an armchair in the
corner. I toss his clothes bag onto the dresser. I turn
down the covers of the bed and then turn to Greg. He’s
looking nearly asleep. I can’t help but take the
opportunity to really look at him. His black hair is sorta
framing his face. It’s a black so dark that the highlights
look blue. Really sexy! His lean body has a quiet
understated strength that appeals to me. And his eyes are a
deep cerulean blue that would make sapphires look like pale
copies of deep water.

I start suddenly. I’d been staring at him for minutes and
I just now realized that the last 3 of them have been eye
to eye! He blinks and smiles up at me. That smile could
melt icebergs and my heart isn’t even frozen. Then his eyes
unfocus and his head sorta slumps onto his chest. Shit!
He’s passed out.

“Damn it!” I mutter to myself.

Greg looks totally uncomfortable slumped in the damn
chair. That won’t do at all. I go over and carefully get
him into a fireman’s carry. Having his limp body across my
shoulders really gets my heart going and not just from the
exercise. I can feel his weight rubbing into me, getting me
very worked up. I carefully lay him out on the bed. I
remove and toss his shoes over onto the vacated chair. The
socks follow. Should be easy enough to find them all in the
morning that way. Then I hit the snag. I don’t know if I
should undress him any further. I bite my lower lip and try
to decide.

“Yo, Greg. Wake up a little.” I whisper close to his ear.
If he wakes up enough, I’ll ask him if he wants his cloths
on to sleep. That’s an innocent enough way to find out. I
know I can’t stay asleep if I have anything on me. Even
underwear keeps me awake now.

“Huh, wha?” he asks without opening his eyes. Good enough,
I guess.

“Do you want your cloths on or off to sleep?” I whisper
into his ear. My breath barely moves the hair that has
fallen over it.

“Wow, the room’s spinning, a lil’…” Greg mumbles.

“Greg, dude, last chance to decide, on or off?”

“Oh, off, never like any on to sleep.” YES! I do a little
one armed ‘bowler’s got a strike’ move.

“Ok, I’ll help you get undressed but you have to do it
too.” There, that should cover my ass if he’s more awake
once we get down to business. He fumbles with his pants and
gets the button undone. Quite a feat, since the belt is
still buckled. I undo the belt and slowly slide the belt
out of the loops. It gets stuck in the back and I put my
hand on his waist, pushing down lightly as I give the belt
more of a tug. It flew up and snapped me in the nose. Ow! I
tossed the belt over to the chair.

Greg’s eyes semi-opened when I yelped. He smiled up at me
then closed them again. I thought my heart would pound out
of my chest. Greg wiggled, causing his open pants to begin
to slide down. Then they caught on something. I felt my
mouth go dry. He had a total hard-on. I gripped his pants
on either side and pulled down. Greg lifted his butt higher
and the pants slid down to his knees. He settled back onto
the bed. My own rod was pretty stiff now too. I could
clearly see the outline of his erection against the fabric
of his bikini briefs. They had a cool black and white
geometric design.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and got his pants the
rest of the way off. The chair was getting covered now in
his clothes. Unbuttoning his shirt took seconds. His chest
was smooth and hairless. I guess the friction of moving the
shirt had rubbed on his nipples because they looked raised.
I gently lifted his head and got his shirt out from under
him. His eyes drifted open and then closed again. Greg was
now down to his underwear. I liked the look of his body,
mostly covered for the first time to my sight. Now came the
moment of truth. I wanted something, but wasn’t sure what.
I knelt at the side of the bed. His adorable face was
inches away.

I held my breath and leaned forward. His face was
slightly turned toward me, his cheek not quite on the
pillow. My lips brushed his, feather light. I felt burned.
His lips were so soft. He didn’t open his eyes. I let a
finger trace one of Greg’s eyebrows. The fine hairs made my
finger tingle. Greg moaned a little, a soft sound at the
back of his throat. I kissed him again, waiting to see if
he would become more awake. He didn’t.

I leaned back on my calves and watched him. Greg’s chest
rose and fell evenly. He probably was asleep now. I sighed,
half in disappointment, half in relief. Then I looked down
his body. I had my elbows on the bed and my head resting in
my cupped hands. My eyes traveled down Greg’s form as if
trying to memorize every detail, in case I never saw it
again this way. I suddenly knew what I wanted. This might
be my only chance to do it too. At least with Greg.

I shuffled ever so quietly down the side of the bed and
came even with his still hidden crotch. I could see a
little drop of moisture in the fabric. Now that his pants
were out of the way, I could get a better idea of his size.
Wow! He went quite a ways, but I wanted to see more. I
worked a finger into his waistband, watching his face
carefully. Not so much as a flicker of his eyelids. I
lifted slowly and his hard-on pushed its way out into the
light. It missed Greg’s bellybutton by less than an inch
and looked as big around as my fingers would go, just
touching. My mouth went dry again.

A horrible thought occurred to me. I couldn’t let the
waistband down or it would sit tightly on that now free
hard-on. It would probably wake Greg up totally. I could
feel my cheeks heat up, a sure sign of a really bright
blush. Well, that left only one option that I could see.
The underwear would have to go. I lift them even higher and
got my other hand in there. I shifted the first hand
carefully and ran it down the far side. I pulled down and
ran the hand back up. Then I repeated the move to the other
side. Now his balls were showing. They had a dusting of
fine hair that matched the nest that his hard-on went right
over. I pulled at the level of the mattress and slid it
from under his butt. Same thing for the other side. By the
time I had his underwear to his knees, I was in a total
sweat. My muscles felt like they were on fire, from the
careful, exact movements I felt impelled to take. I lifted
an ankle and pulled the briefs down. Finally after an
eternity, I had the damn thing off. I drew back on the
elastic and fired the underwear to the chair.

I let myself rest a little, watching his face. His lips
curved in a faint smile, but his breathing was still deep
and regular. I turned my attention back to the prize of the
night. I leaned forward and examined him closely. He was
circumcised. I could see the scar ring maybe an inch from
the tip of his penis. The color was lighter than the rest
of the shaft. He had a faint tan line. Definitely a secret
Speedo boy here. I grinned, picturing him wet and in them.
Now my mouth was suddenly full of spit. I swallowed and
glanced up at his face again. I thought I saw the gleam of
his eyes but then wasn’t sure. My hair trailed over his
hard-on as I turned my head to look at him. When I turned
back, my hair came off, causing his hard-on to twitch.
Fascinated, I did it again, watching his face. No reaction
up there, just down here.

I went back to examining him, close up and personal. The
veins in his erection stood out, pulsing just slightly. He
curved up, not a lot, but enough to be noticeable. That
caught my interest too, since I was ruler straight. The tip
was helmet shaped, reminding me forcibly of Darth Vader. I
almost giggled at the image. I was starting to feel
lightheaded. I let my breath out slowly, only now realizing
I had been hold it since I started taking off his
underwear.

I reached over and touched his shaft with the tip of a
finger. It was very firm, but also silky smooth. I ran the
finger from the base toward the tip. The whole thing jerked
sharply. I flinched and checked Greg’s face. His head had
turned more into the pillow but he was still out… I
think. I decided to be really bold now. I wanted to see if
he really was asleep or just faking for some reason. I
lifted up his hard-on and wrapped my hand around it…
barely! I tilted it so it pointed up, curving in all its
glory for the ceiling. Greg’s face didn’t change and his
breathing didn’t either.

The feel of him in my hand was incredible. So firm but
yielding a little at the same time. I let my hand slide up
toward the tip. I stopped just short and watched a clear
drop ooze out and glisten. That sealed my fate. I had to
see what it tasted like. I leaned in and licked the drop
off. My tongue brushed the tip as I did that and his whole
shaft jerked in my hand. The drop tasted a little sweet,
but mostly like nothing. I pulled my hand back down his
shaft and made another decision. I carefully put him into
my mouth and sucked him in.

It was incredible. I shut my eyes to better feel him.
Blood pulsed in the shaft, throbbing against my palate. He
tasted of soap, but not overpoweringly so. I tried taking
more of him into my mouth. He slid further in, brushing
against the back of my throat. I naturally gagged. I
stopped, making sure I didn’t bite down until the spasms
were gone. I pulled back up until he was barely still in my
mouth. I waited a little and then sucked him back in,
changing the angle of my head this time. More of him went
in this time, passing the back of my throat. Gagged again,
but not as bad. This time I waited it out. I pulled up and
came back down, surprising myself as my nose hit his balls
lightly. He was all the way in me! I swallowed convulsively
and was amazed as my throat closed around him.

I inhaled through my nose and was delighted with the
faint sweaty smell of his nuts. My own hard-on was like a
rock now. As I began to go up and down on him, I let my
body rub on the edge of the bed. Even through my pants, the
feeling was beyond way anything I had ever felt before. I
sucked hard, pulling him deeply into my throat again. I was
lost in the motion, thrilled by the act, loving everything
about this. Why the fuck had I waited so long to do this?!

Then I got a surprise. I had pulled up and the tip of him
rested on my tongue. I ran it around the outside of him,
feeling the softness of the skin. Suddenly his hips bounced
and he pushed up into me. As his hips lowered, he got even
harder in my mouth. I felt him pulsate and then a burst of
liquid shot into my astonished mouth. I swallowed
automatically. Wave after wave of his cum went out and into
my mouth. I had to keep swallowing or choke; there was so
much of it. My eyes flew open and I turned my head to look
at his face as I went down on him one last time. His eyes
were closed, but I could see his hands wrapped in the
sheet, clenched tight. I froze, his slowly softening hard-
on still in my throat.

Sweat beaded his forehead. His stomach was pulled in,
tight and hard. Suddenly, his whole body relaxed. I let him
slide out of my mouth and carefully lowered his dick back
down. I quietly sat back and just watched him. Then I
realized that I had blown my own wad in my pants. Look Ma,
no hands! I was totally amazed. That has never happened in
my life. I like taking my time with jacking off, when I am
in that mood. Greg’s breathing was still deep and regular.
Something about that bothered me, but I couldn’t place it.
I shrugged to myself and slid up the bed. I kissed him one
more time, firmly but not hard. Then I pulled the covers
over him. He stirred then, but only to roll completely on
his side. He also managed to trap my hand under his cheek.

I sat there, my hand cupping his cheek for an hour. Just
watching him sleep. The feeling in my chest was like a vise
was tightening around my heart. I could really love this
guy. That was what I suddenly realized as I memorized his
sleeping face. The heat of his skin in my palm went
straight to my body. I felt really warm all over. Then the
cramps started. He had my hand at an angle that was now
beginning to hurt and bad! I gradually managed to get my
hand back, not that I really wanted to. I found myself
content to sit here all night. I sighed. It really wouldn’t
be a good idea to be sitting here staring at him when he
wakes up, naked no less!

The light went out as I flicked the switch at the door. I
left the door ajar and moved on to my room. Really just a
straight shot through the living room to the kitchen and
down the stairs. My parents had found, like, the only
house in San Diego with a basement. They converted it into
my bedroom slash weight training room. The weights and
stuff were what you saw first when you came down the
stairs. The fluorescent lights line the wall near the
stairs, permanently on. Keeps me from tripping over the gym
equipment on my way to the bathroom that is on the opposite
from my actual bedroom. My room was divided off from it by
some oak paneling. I went through the hanging beads that
led to that section and collapsed on the bed.

I grimaced as the sticky mess in my pants caught my
attention again. It had been cool when it happened, but
sucked now. I got undressed and used my soaked underwear to
try and clean up. I tossed them into the hamper and threw
myself onto the bed, belly down. Thinking on what I just
did, my brain freezes. I just blew a guy! I fell asleep in
minutes, dreaming of Greg.

---

We pull away from the curb without much more trouble from
laughing fits. We finally get to his place, pull into the
driveway, and then come to a sudden halt.

“Oomph!” I grunted.

“Feeze, dude! I’m sorry.” Kyle said with a voice of concern.

“No damage, just startled.” I slurred. I hoped it didn’t
sound too fake.

“Well, let’s get you inside.”

He unbuckled my seat belt, how he managed to put it on
without me noticing is beyond me. Then he unbuckled his and
got out, then came over to my side. I already had the door
open, but still playing drunk. I made like I couldn’t
figure out how to get out of the car. He reaches in, puts
one arm under mine then lifts me up and out. I played like
I was falling and grabbed around his waist, hugging him for
all I was worth. It felt great doing that. I’ve been
wanting to all night, but since I had the drunken buddy act
going on, he was probably thinking I had just used him to
catch my balance.

He swung me off to his side, while he kicked the car door
shut, and then fumbles for his house keys as we walk up to
the door. He shift’s us sideways so we can both go through
together; we sidestep in, front to front. He feels so
amazing pressed into me full length. I can get a good view
of his eyes; they have a look of worry, probably from the
hardness forming in his pants. Thankfully he doesn’t notice
me following suit.

Then he shifts me back to his side, flips on the lights.
They were bright compared to the dark of outside. We then
head past a stairwell, kinda shuffling really. Meanwhile
I’m craning my neck all over like an owl scoping out my
surroundings. He had been to my place often enough, but
never had I been to his. This was all new to me and I had
to see for myself, where I was at. Hopefully I will
remember enough in the morning, to find my way around to
make it to the bathroom.

Once we got to where I figured I was sleeping for the
night, he plops me in an armchair in the room. He turns
down the covers of the bed, all the while I’m checking out
his ass. I just can’t get over how sleek he is. So finely
crafted, almost fragile looking, yet his strength is hidden
within his sculpted body. I droop my head a bit, to give
the impression that I’m nearly asleep. My heart is
pounding, waiting for him to finally take that chance, but
I’m sure it will never happen.

I realize he keeps looking over at me, I fully open my
eyes, but keeping a blank, spaced-out look on my face, as I
watch his every move. He looks over a couple more times,
and then jumps a little, as if startled. Must be he finally
noticed that we’d been making eye contact for those last
three glances in my direction. I blink, trying to get out
of my trance, and give a sheepish smile. Then I will myself
to stare blankly through him, but find it easier to simply
slump my head down as if passed out. I know that if I did
close my eyes I really would pass out at this point.

Kyle creeps over, and scoops me up over his shoulder in a
fireman’s carry. He walks unsteadily to the bed and
carefully lays me down on the fresh linens. I felt my hard-
on rubbing against his chest, but he apparently didn’t
notice. He then begins taking off my shoes and tosses them
to the armchair, then my socks. He stops.

‘Damn!’ I thought, ‘I can’t sleep like this, I need to be
at least down to my underwear.’

“Yo, Greg, wake up a little.” He whispered in my ear.

“Huh, wha?” I ask raising my eyebrows without opening my
eyes. Hoping to convince him I’m half asleep.

“Do you want your clothes on or off to sleep?” His whisper
barely reaching my ear.

“Wow, the room’s spinning, a lil’…” I mumble.

“Greg, dude, last chance to decide, on or off?”

“Oh, off, never like any on to sleep.” I catch Kyle doing a
bowler’s strike move. Maybe he’s easier to please than I
thought.

“Ok, I’ll help you get undressed but you have to do it
too.” I know there’s more to that phrase than meets the
eye. I don’t think I should take it at face value. I know
he can undress me without any help. I fumbled with my
pants, undoing the button before my belt. He unbuckles my
belt, reaches around to get it unstuck in the back, and
gives a final tug. With it able to move so freely, he ended
up snapping himself in the nose with the free end.

I peer at him with half-closed eyes, when I hear the
snap. I flash a smile his way, and then close my eyes
again. I try to wiggle my way out of my pants, but only
half-heartedly, since I’m more interested in him undressing
me. I am finding it more difficult to keep my body under
control; my hard-on catches on my pants stopping their
downward movement. Kyle took hold with both hands and
pulled my pants the rest of the way down as I lifted up to
ease their movement. My excitement was now clear to him, I
only hoped that he felt the same way.

As he unbuttoned my shirt, I got more and more excited,
causing my nipples to harden. As he lifted my head to
remove my shirt, I let my eyes drift open for another peek
at my best friend, then quickly shut them before he could
notice. Laying there, covered only by my bikini briefs, I
felt vulnerable for a moment, but knew that my protector
was by my side.

Then Kyle did the unexpected, but I had waited for it
since we got here. He gave me the lightest feathery kiss, I
have ever experienced. It felt like a flame had touched my
lips, and lit my body aflame. I didn’t dare open my eyes; I
didn’t want him to know I was awake. I also wanted to see
how far he would go before chickening out. He traced along
one of my eyebrows, tickling me, I moaned a little from
trying to stifle my giggles inside.

Kyle moved away, but I could feel him looking me over.
Then I heard him move closer, but staying off the bed. He
tucked a finger beneath the waistband of my underwear,
freeing my hard-on, so it could stretch out. I hoped he
didn’t leave it like that; it would be very uncomfortable
with my waistband across my cock. He slowly lifted the
waistband higher, getting his other hand in there. He ran
first one hand down one side then same for the other hand,
and slowly pulled them from under my butt to my knees. He
then lifted one leg and slid it out, then the other. He was
so gentle I thought I would fall asleep waiting for them to
come off, I barely noticed their movement by the time he
had gotten them to my knees. I heard the snap of elastic as
he fired them off somewhere.

I smiled but still tried to keep my ruse of being asleep.
I felt his hair tickle the head, making it jump. I felt a
finger go from the base of my shaft to the tip, making my
hard-on jump even more. I have a ticklish spot near my
circumcision scar, that when touched will make it dance. I
had turned my head to hide my expression, still not wanting
him to discover I was awake.

I felt him grip my shaft and stroke slowly upward. Gawd
it felt great to be treated to this. Then I felt something
ward and wet, must be his tongue, brush against the tip. My
insides were now squirming with the possibilities running
through my mind. It twitched again. A brief moment later,
he slid his hand to the base and engulfed me with his
mouth. I could feel my throbbing against the firm grip of
his lips.

He inhaled deeply on his second time all the way down. I
didn’t take long to reach climax, this being my first time
getting a blowjob from anyone. I bounced my hips as he
licked his way around the head with his tongue. I suddenly
shot in his mouth, I wanted to warn him, but I also didn’t
want him to know I was enjoying this either. I
unconsciously gripped the sheet with my hands trying
desperately not to make a sound. The sweat was beading on
my forehead. I tried to keep my breathing deep and
rhythmic. He then let me slowly slip out of his mouth and
laid my cock down gently on my stomach.

He brought the covers up over me. As he did this, I
sensed his hand close to my cheek and rolled over top of
it, pinning his hand to my pillow. I snuggled against his
hand basking in the afterglow of my orgasm, wishing he
would just climb in next to me.

I felt him get up and heard him turn out the light as he
went out the door to the room. As I heard him head down the
nearby stairs, I got up, in the dark seeing only by the
light let in from the door being ajar, and headed for the
dresser where my bag lay. I fished around the bag for my
camera, a good photographer never leaves home without it,
and got things set up for some shots to go in to my own
personal collection.

I tiptoed down the stairs. The basement was sectioned
off with a wooden partition; on one side was a weight room
on the other side was a beaded curtain over a doorway. I
surmised that I had found his room.

I followed the sound of breathing to the other side of
the wall, and then carefully parted the beads in his
doorway, so as to not wake him with their rattle. He was
face down asleep on the bed nude as the day he was born. I
traced his outline with my eyes, taking in every inch of
muscled beauty. I wanted this moment to last. My eyes
followed his tan line, curious as to what he was hiding
beneath him. I watched him for a while, daydreaming of how
to let him know that I enjoyed tonight’s events.

I flicked on my flash, brought my camera to eye level,
and focused as best I could in my semi-inebriated state.
After firing off a couple of shots from the doorway, my
body freezes in place, as I hear him stir. ‘Oh, please,
don’t wake up! Don’t wake up!’ I fearfully thought. He
didn’t, phew. He was whimpering softly, grinding into his
sheets. Placing my camera down on the floor near the beaded
doorway, I crept over toward his bed. My body felt
compelled to get a better look. I sat down beside the bed
but far enough away to keep my presence from being felt. My
gaze rides along every crease and ridge of his body. My
nerves prevented me from touching him with anything but my
sight. My body is now visibly shaking with the fear of
being found ogling his fantastic body.

A quiet sigh escapes my lips as I get up to move back to
the doorway. My hands grab for my camera on the way out. My
gaze turns back to see Kyle now on his back, showing his
full glory. His manhood is impressive, the head glossy in
the reflected light from the weight room. My mind spins
from the devilish thoughts brewing within. Creeping back
upstairs to my room, I form a plan to both repay his favors
and satisfy my yearnings. With the alarm clock now set, I
relax into a peaceful yet light sleep.

Chapter 2: The Morning After

The alarm clock dutifully awakened me. It was now ten in
the morning. I head for the bathroom for my usual routine;
piss, shower, brush my teeth, toss my hair in place. The
only person I feel out to impress today is obviously
already impressed, and he will certainly be surprised this
morning. Throughout my shower thoughts of uncertainty kept
invading my head. The idea of chickening out of last
night’s scheme was becoming appealing. I have never been
with anybody before, not even so much as had a relationship
with anyone, guy or girl, but knew deep down I had no
inkling toward being with a girl.

Now I was dressed in my usual bumming around clothes, not
exactly ready for what may lie ahead. I crept down the
stairs, cringing at each creak they made. A plan was
forming as to how to escape questions of my coming down. I
could always say that I wanted to know where the coffee
was, or some such. Silently, I padded from the base of the
stairs over to the doorway of his room. Kyle’s image was
almost clear through the beads. A jolt of apprehension
surged through me as I parted the beads. Not knowing for
sure if I should really be attempting what I had originally
planned.

I gaze at him through the beads. He is lying spread-eagle
flat on his back on top of the covers. The faint beginning
of a summer tan line outlines his groin. His legs hang off
one side of the bed and his head is flung back off the
other side, leaving his wavy blond hair to hang free.
Kyle’s body was firm, not a trace of untoned muscle. His
frame was smaller than mine but not by much. His upper body
appeared rock solid, as if carved from granite. His legs
were nearly just as well defined. Though his body wasn’t
hulking with muscle, everything was clearly defined, as if
more emphasis was placed on toning the fine control muscles
than building bulk mass. He was the embodiment of
perfection.

---

Water surrounds me, holding my weight. I float on my
back, watching the black sky full of twinkling white
lights. Such peace. The water is still and warm. I swim to
the side of the pool and climb out. Water slides from my
cooled skin, puddling on the concrete. I run my hands over
my chest, trying to get the water to run off. I jump as my
hands spark off chills from my nipples. I then realize I
don’t have anything on. I can feel the cool air on every
part of me. I know I am blushing, but who cares. No one is
around.

There’s a skip, like a blink, and I am in my room,
drying off. It feels so odd, like I am inside myself but
also watching from outside. Everything is doubled, but
still only one body. A trick of the mind. I am soon dry and
still very naked. I can feel myself getting hard as I towel
off my crotch last. I wish Greg were here.

I go out to the weight room and start to do leg-presses
on the machine. Trying to take my mind off the raging hard-
on that thinking of Greg brought. I grit my teeth and shove
hard on the plates beneath my feet. The incline is keeping
the focus on my throbbing boner. I am practically staring
at my dick. This isn’t going to work. I need something that
will take my eyes off of myself. The problem is only going
to get worse, I can tell.

Moving to the inclined sit-up board, I try to close my
eyes and focus on the exercise. The rubbing on my belly by
that distraction is making me insane. I open my eyes and
Greg is standing over me. I gasp and drop back flat on the
board. I can see everything past his knees. Oh my god! He’s
as naked as I am. He grins down at me and leans forward.
His lips take mine. His tongue finding its way into my
mouth steals my breath.

He is crouching with my head between his knees. That
puts a certain something practically on my nose. He has
changed his position somehow and now is straddling the
board at my feet. He leans forward again…

---

I swallowed the lump in my throat, breathed in deep to
calm my racing heart, and stepped into my best friend’s
sanctuary. Slowly, I shuffled along the carpet toward his
bed, sitting beside it to recapture my thoughts from
whirling out of control. With my resolve regained, I sat up
on my knees and drank in the image of this beautiful person
sleeping peacefully on the bed. My fingers reached out to
trace the valley between his pecs, noting that Kyle’s skin
was totally hairless. I worked my way to his nipples,
drawing little circles around them, sending tingles of
excitement through both our bodies. My hand flattened to
rub his stomach feeling the gentle ridges of his abs. Then,
my hand slid down to his thigh, and with outstretched
fingers, glided over to his smooth balls, tracing upward to
the head. His cock jumps as I pull my hand away, as if
wanting to stay in physical contact.

I rise to my feet, leaning against the side of the bed.
Kyle’s head is now close to my knees, while his feet
overhang the opposite side. Carefully, my hand wraps itself
around the base of his shaft, and gives a gentle upward
stroke. Imitating last night’s events, I bend down to lick
the head, swirling my tongue around it, then pull back.
‘What am I doing?’ I thought. Paranoia was setting in,
worries about Kyle’s acceptance of the returned favor ran
amok for a few fleeting moments. Bending down again,
steadying myself with one arm off to his side, I grasp his
warm rod with my hand at the base and my lips encircling
the head. A force within coaches me the rest of the way
down, until I can go no further. An inch or so still
remains uncovered by my mouth as the head now tickles the
back of my throat. I then inch my way back up, circling his
manhood with my tongue, this time I’m rewarded with a drop
of pre-cum. It’s sweetness is fulfilling to my taste buds.
I quicken the pace of my up and down movements. I feel his
stomach tensing and relaxing rhythmically, his cock getting
harder. A warmth flood invades my mouth, with a mixture of
tastes both salty and sweet. I hold it in swirling it
around his cock head before letting go and swallowing his
gift to me. My own hard-on is aching to break free of my
sweat pants, as it pushes the waistband slightly away from
my body. I glance at my friend’s face one last time before
I leave. “Oh, shit! You’re awake!” I croaked.

---

Greg has taken me into his hand. The heat shears into
me, his individual fingers a flaming brand against my skin.
I didn’t know I could get any harder, but somehow I feel so
tight that the skin just has to split open, with no more
room to grow. My breathing is heavy and fast. The smile on
his face entrances me. I let my feet fall to either side of
the incline board. It gives Greg more room to perch on.

He leans forward, now at my head again. The position
shifts make my head spin. I can’t see him move, just that
he was over there, now he’s over here. I can feel his
breath on my bare chest as he moves over me, taking me into
his hot mouth. Somehow the bench has gotten softer and less
of an incline along my body.

Greg goes down on me and I nearly pass out. I can barely
see any more. My eyes flutter and I can make him out again.
He’s got clothes; sweats, now and I have magically gotten
on my bed. My head spins as he inhales me almost all the
way in. Powerful forces surge from my lower body. It feels
as if he is sucking me right out of myself. His tongue
dances on the tip of me, sending shudders through my
stomach muscles. The upward surge of power is so strong now
that I let it go, helpless in the face of the dual
onslaught of his mouth and internal pressure.

I flood his mouth. Spasm after spasm rocks my body and I
know now that I am not dreaming. He smells of soap and
toothpaste. Not a bad thing at all. He is totally focused
on swallowing everything I have to give. Then I realize
what he is doing. My eyes widen and I know my face has
frozen in stunned disbelief. He looks down at my face as he
leans back up from me. His own eyes are wide too as he sees
me awake and watching him.

---

‘How could I have been so crazy?’ I froze, panicking. Was
I going to get my face turned to goo? I couldn’t tell. Kyle
looks like he wants to say something, his lips move but his
voice doesn’t come out. I’ve never seen him speechless
before; he always has something to say. That is making me
even more scared, I can’t tell if he’s pissed or pleased.
Kyle grabs for my hand as I try to slink away. ‘Oh god, I’m
in for it’ but wait, it’s not a look of anger that he’s
giving me, it seems more like concern. ‘Say something
dammit!’ My body is surging with adrenaline.

I pull back weakly as Kyle’s grip tightens around my
hand. He then pulls me closer, scooting me nearer to the
bed. He brings my hand to his cheek. After a few grunts, he
manages to say my name in a strained voice. I think I
understand now, both of us wanting this, yet afraid to tell
the other. Somehow I managed to hear all that emotion go
into his saying my name.

I want to climb into bed and hold him close. My mind
fills with relief. Tears form in my eyes, though I try to
fight them back. A crooked smile flashes across my face, as
I think of something to say about last night.

---

I am speechless with shock. Greg wasn’t asleep or as
drunk as I thought last night! I stare into his deep blue
eyes in wonder. It was so incredible. All of this time and
we could have been doing THIS? My eyes flood with tears.
Maybe things are not what they seem. Does he really like me
or is it just something that happened this one time for us?
How do I handle this? I will be going off to college soon.
Then there’s the summer training out of state. This has
gotten all complicated.

Greg sees the tears and turns pale. I can imagine what
he’s thinking. I open my mouth to say something, but
nothing comes out. My nose is starting to get runny and I
reach for a tissue from the box by my bed. I blow my nose
noisily and throw the damn thing into the basket by the
desk. I try to say something again, to ease the worry in
his eyes. But I don’t know what to say. We have gone beyond
the bounds of our established friendship. Never mind that I
wanted it for so long, but the reality is so vastly
different than the dream. The dream pales in the face of
it.

He starts to move back away from me, panic clearly
setting in. I grab for his hand and hold it tight. I shake
my head violently. My eyes plead for him to stay, to give
me time to cope. So many possibilities flicker through my
mind. I have to get myself back in control. My chest heaves
as I struggle for breath to speak.

Greg pulls back, but weakly, allowing me to hold his
hand. I grip tighter, desperate now to say something to
sooth his fright. I pull on his hand, hoping he will move
closer. He hesitates and then scoots closer. I bring his
hand to my cheek, keeping my eyes on his. I try to smile,
to reassure that I am ok in a nonverbal way. Me, mister
flippant, is at a loss for words. I try again to speak and
all that comes out is a strangled croak. Greg winces.
Getting angry with myself, I force my vocal cords to open
up and let what needs to be said out.

“Ggg…” is all that I get the first try. “Grrr… Greg.”
The name is out. He waits, I think finally understanding.
He waits patiently for me to say whatever I need to. I try
again and manage to speak, my voice like gravel.

“Greg, it’s ok. I’m not mad. I hope you aren’t either,” my
voice trailed off. His eyes had teared up too, so I toss
him the tissue box, letting go of his hand reluctantly.
Then I look down at my entirely naked body and blush to the
tips of my ears. I fidget now, and then grab my blanket,
pulling it over my lap.

“Gee,” Greg said, “What a time to be bashful.” He giggled.

“So, what do we do now? What does all of this mean?” I ask
hesitantly.

We both sit thinking for a while, me playing with the
corner of the blanket. I want so much to try more, to maybe
get even closer to Greg. But how? I watch his face, hoping
to see how he really feels. So far, it is just confusion,
the same as mine, no doubt

“Do you want to be together? Like a couple?” I finally ask.

“I don’t know, I mean, I want to. I just don’t know if I’m
ready yet,” He replies.

“Me either.” I sigh, struggling with my feelings of relief
and disappointment.

“What about exploring things? I mean, we can decide about
dating and stuff when we’re ready, if we ever are. But I
wanna try more stuff too. I like you. I… I like what we
did too. Would that work?” I say in a rush.

“Yeah, that seems like our best bet, that way we don’t risk
destroying our friendship with a failed romance if things
don’t work” Then Greg drew in a breath, “Oh and Kyle, I
like you, and what we did too.”

Waiting so long to be with someone at all has made me
unsure of anything. It would take very little to turn me
upside down. I could see getting totally hooked on Greg.
Wanting to be with him, wanting him in so many ways that I
could loose sight of everything I had worked so hard for.
That would kill me, to say nothing of my parents!

“Wanna stay the rest of the weekend? No one but us would be
around. My ‘rents won’t be back till Friday and they’ll
call if they’re gonna be early.” I suggest, hopeful.

Greg gets a wide grin at the suggestion, “Sure!” he
practically shouts.

I lean forward and kiss him. Our first both openly awake
kiss. His lips are warm and I instantly like this. My hands
leave the blanket and frame his face. His skin is soft. My
tongue licks his lips and he opens his mouth automatically,
letting me in. Our tongues brush over and around each
other. My eyes drift shut, savoring everything, hoping he
likes this. I can’t even begin to describe how it feels to
myself, just that I like it… a lot!

We eventually pull back from the kiss, though
reluctantly. My eyes open and take in the sight of him. His
eyes are still shut, a look of bemused wonder on his lips
and cheeks, his eyebrows arched upward. I know the look has
to match mine. That was intense. The only comparison my
mind and experience can come up with is when I nailed my
first perfect landing from the vault after weeks of near
misses just shy of right on. The feeling is nearly the
same. Perfection.

Deep blue eyes open, dazed, misty. I could see my face
reflected in them. The smile on his makes me want to kiss
him all over again. With the barest of hesitations, I lean
the short distance forward, kissing him softly. No tongue
this time, just the gentle pressure of lips on lips. My
eyes stay open this time, to further explore his as we
kiss. All of a sudden I giggle. It kind of tickles, sorta.

This time my hands have left his face and strayed lower.
My fingers brush over his nipples through the cotton of the
t-shirt he has on. It’s one of those numbers you can get at
concerts, Blink 182, I think. I linger a bit and then let
my hands drop to his waist. A definite idea has formed.
Still kissing him, I haul him up onto the bed. We fall over
on our sides and I pull him close against me. Already
getting hard again, I can feel his well-muscled ass through
his sweats.

His breathing has gotten very fast and I can feel his
raging hard-on rubbing on mine. Things are getting too hot
too fast. I hug him to me tightly and put my head on his
shoulder. He hugs me back and we stay locked together this
way for I don’t know how long. Then we finally let go and
sit back up.

“Hungry?” I ask as my stomach rumbles loudly.

---

In a reassuring voice, Kyle says, “Greg, it’s ok. I’m not
mad. I hope you aren’t either.”

He sees the tears in my eyes and tosses the tissue box to
me, causing him to let go of my hand with reluctance. He
looks down at himself in his state of undress. His face
turns a deep shade of crimson; he fidgets a bit, and then
grabs his blanket, pulling it over his lap.

“Gee,” I said, “What a time to be bashful.” I giggle. My
ability to point out the obvious has always been a good
tension breaker

“So, what do we do now? What does all of this mean?” he
asks

He pauses for a moment studying my face.

“Do you want to be together? Like a couple?” He finally
asks.

“I don’t know, I mean, I want to. I just don’t know if I’m
ready yet,” I reply

“Me either.” He sighs; looking relived and disappointed

“What about exploring things? I mean, we can decide about
dating and stuff when we’re ready, if we ever are. But I
wanna try more stuff too. I like you. I… I like what we
did too. Would that work?” He says in a rush.

“Yeah, that seems like our best bet, that way we don’t risk
destroying our friendship with a failed romance if things
don’t work” Then I drew in a breath, “Oh and Kyle, I like
you, and what we did too.”

“Wanna stay the rest of the weekend? No one but us would be
around. My ‘rents won’t be back till Friday and they’ll
call if they’re gonna be early.” he offers.

I grin wide at Kyle’s suggestion. I just about shout,
“Sure!”

Kyle leans forward and kisses me. It’s our first openly
awake kiss. My mind spins with excitement. He cups my face
with his hands; they feel so strong, yet gentle. He licks
across my lips, and I instinctively open my mouth to let
him in. Our tongues dance with each other, tender and
passionate, causing me to see stars. I could do this all
day.

He pulls back; I keep my eyes closed for a moment longer,
basking in the feeling. My eyes open, gazing at Kyle again.
His face is glowing with passion. I want to kiss him again.
He must have heard my thoughts, because his lips close in
upon mine once more. No tongue this time, just a slow light
kiss on the lips. The feeling is intoxicating, the touch of
his lips sending me to the highest heights of pleasure that
I have known. I hear him giggle, though I can’t figure out
why.

By this time he has moved his hands from my face to my
chest, caressing my nipples through my t-shirt. Then his
hands drop to my waist, still kissing me, he pulls me up on
the bed and we fall on to our sides. He pulls me close to
him; we’re both getting hard again. I feel an immense
relief, now that I know he feels the same way about me as I
have about him for the last two years. The feel of my
sweats, tickles against my skin, as he playfully rubs my
ass.

The feeling of our hard-ons is almost too intense. Kyle
must feel it too, because he hugs me close and places his
head on my shoulder.

“Hungry?” he asks. I can hear and practically feel his
stomach rumbling.

“Heh! When am I not?” I respond. “Hope you know how to
cook.”

Kyle got a big chuckle out of that. He rolled off the bed
and headed for his dresser. Clothing flew everywhere, don’t
know what he was looking for, but he obviously found it,
because soon he was heading for his bathroom on the other
side of the weight room with a wad of clothing.

I lay back on the bed, feeling euphoric from all the
happenings since leaving the party last night. I wonder if
he had this all planned out? It doesn’t matter, I can’t
imagine being any happier, or higher for that matter, than
I am when he is holding me.

Kyle probably thinks I can’t cook. I can, I just choose
not to. It was one of mom’s big things. I swear she wanted
me to become a housewife. She made sure I learned how to
cook and sew and do laundry. Her excuse was that I should
learn in case I end up alone or with someone that can’t do
all those things themselves. She had the right idea, I like
men, and there are many out there that can’t cook or sew,
so I guess the knowledge will come in handy eventually.

I was laying sprawled out on the bed thinking all of
this, until Kyle made his grand entrance from the shower.
There he was in just a pair of shorts. Given the tiny wet
spot on the front, I would say he’s not wearing any
underwear. I steal a glance up the leg of his shorts as he
comes closer; yup, I was right, I caught a faint glimpse of
pubic hair.

He motions for me to follow, so I do. I’m trotting behind
him up the stairs, but I fail to notice that he suddenly
stopped. Only having run nose first into the crack of his
ass stops me.

“Anything you’re allergic to?” He asks.

I remove myself from his crack and respond, “Nope, not that
I can think of.”

After we make it to the kitchen, he gives me the
condensed version of the kitchen tour, pointing out where
the plates, glasses and silverware are. He starts rummaging
through the fridge, grabbing things like ham, bacon,
sausage, cheese, sour cream, avocado, and eggs, to make a
killer omelet. It’s so huge that he splits just the one in
half to feed us both. Breakfast was going down pretty well
until he decided to pour catsup on his half.

“I’m glad that’s your plate and not mine, blechh,” I say,
sticking my finger in my mouth and making gagging sounds.
My slight hangover wasn’t helping make the sight anymore
appealing. He just grins and takes a huge bite, and makes
all the loud chomping sounds. I scoot my stool back acting
horrified. In fact I think I was more horrified that my
stomach had decided to take up Kyle’s sport of choice right
then and there. It was doing more back flips than the
Romanian Olympic team. In no time we had breakfast
finished. Once we got our mess cleaned up, Kyle flashes a
cute grin at me and steals a kiss.

---

I grab a quick shower, throw on some shorts (no undies) and
head upstairs, Greg in tow. So, Greggy can’t cook. Hmm, I
should be careful then. Don’t want to mess up. Something
simple should do it. Then I stop, halfway up the stairs.
Greg all most runs into the back of my butt before
realizing it.

“Anything you’re allergic to?” I ask, hoping for a
negative.

“Nope, not that I can think of.” I grin as I hear it. Cool,
I can pretty much do anything.

After pulling his nose out of my crack, I get us up to the
kitchen. I show him where the stuff is for silverware and
plates and glasses. Then I grab stuff from the fridge.
Within minutes I have a huge omelet made, stuffed with ham,
bacon, sausage, cheddar, avocado, sour cream and chives. I
chop the sucker in half and slip half on Greg’s plate and
the other half onto mine. We eat at the kitchen counter,
swinging our legs from the stools. He looks a little sick
as I pour catsup on my omelet.

“I’m glad that’s your plate and not mine, blechh,” he
points his finger in his mouth and makes retching sounds.

I just grin at him and take an exaggerated bite and chew
loudly. He grins back and scoots his stool away in mock
horror. In no time, we have finished. Cleaning up, we soon
have the day ahead. I have some ideas for an interesting
day and night too! I grin at him and then steal a kiss.
Things were looking brighter than they had ever been.

Chapter 3: Grand Backyard Tour

“Let me show you around.” I led the way outside.

We walk into the backyard and Greg stops short. It is
huge. A half Olympic size pool, Jacuzzi, and a huge
ornamental garden are the first things any visitor sees. At
the center of the garden is an ornamental coy pond. Further
down the garden path is another entire building, at least
the size of the house.

I take Greg’s hand and start down the path to the gym. Dad
built it for me when I was 12 and he realized I was not
giving up on the gymnastics. He makes big money but I never
pay attention to it. Mom also does something or other that
rakes in plenty. My focus has always been on the gymnastics,
though I guess one day I’ll have to pay more attention to
other things, but until then…

It’s neat being able to hold his hand and walk like this.
Who would have thought it last night at the party! We get to
the gym and I let us in. The ceiling is way the hell up
there and it makes the whole building look like an empty
warehouse or something. It’s far from empty though.
Everything thing you would find in a fitness gym is here,
plus my specialized equipment. The center floor is covered
with a regulation floor mat for doing tumbling. Along one
edge is a vaulting set up. Another side has the pummel
horse. Third side has the rings. The side we just came in
has lockers for this and that, and a changing room with
shower and sauna. At the edge of the mat, on this side
also, are the bar sets for parallel and horizontal.

My Dad and Mom use it to work out too. The weights in the
basement are for rainy days so that I don’t have to come all
the way out here. The weight training equipment sits as
close to the walls as space will allow. The last thing I
need is to over extend and tumble into all that unyielding
metal! I have a personal coach that comes out nearly every
day except weekends to keep me on track. I usually swim for
a couple of hours to loosen up (and keep me on the team) and
then practice for 5 more hours on my various routines for
meets.

Greg looks pretty stunned with the set up. For some
reason, I have the urge to show off for him. A private show,
so to speak. I grin and let go of his hand. I walk over to
the floor mats and drop into a split. I begin stretching out
my legs and back. My coach would kill me if he ever found
out I didn’t properly stretch before ‘doing’ anything. Force
of habit. Still, a good one. Last thing I need is to pull
something this weekend and ruin it all!

---

Talk about a back yard, Kyle’s parents could have bought a
small country with the money they must have spent for all
this. There’s a huge pool at least half the size of an
Olympic one. A Jacuzzi is back here too. As we walk farther
down the path through this gorgeous garden, we pass a coy
pond, and then we come upon this building that I swear is as
big as the house. I can’t figure out which impresses me
more, holding hands as we walk or the back yard slash
garden.

It felt different holding Kyle’s hand. Not wrong and not
right, just different. It gave me a warm feeling inside.
Once we got to the huge building, he opened the door, and we
stepped inside.

My eyes just about popped out of my head. This was his
family’s own personal gym. He had the weights, the bars, the
vaulting table, and the mats, even a sauna and changing
area. I’ve seen city gyms less decked out.

While I’m looking around in wonderment of the setup, Kyle
lets go of my hand and heads over to the mats. He starts
doing these stretching exercises that, to me, look more like
he’s twisting himself into a pretzel.

---

Once my body has completely stretched itself out, I decide
on what I want to show him. With a grin, I pull my legs back
together and flip myself up onto my feet in a move that
would make Jackie Chan proud. I can see Greg’s eyes almost
pop out of his head. Then I twist and start a fast sprint
toward the far side of the mat. I begin doing side flips, my
arms tightly against my side and end them at the exact edge
of the far corner. Throwing my hands up over my head to get
the momentum going, I then back flip to him again, spinning
over and over. Then a twist happens that I was totally
unprepared for: my shorts going flying off my waist and up
my legs, then off entirely. When I come to a stop, I am buck
assed naked with my back to Greg. I think my whole body is
turning a glowing red now…

My shorts are now clear across the mat, near the pummel
horse. Without looking back over my shoulder I do forward
flips to them. As I stop moving I decide to go for it and
leap at the pummel horse. I like the twisting and turning. I
can just make out Greg watching me carefully. It finally
dawns on me that he is concerned about me bruising
something. Somehow, I managed to avoid crushing precious
assets through all of this. I end my maneuvering and thump
down on the floor.

I pick up the shorts and walk back over to Greg. Grinning,
I ask, “So, wanna go for a swim? I think I am way too
sweaty…”

Greg reaches over and traces a finger down my chest. Then
to my total surprise, he sticks his finger in his mouth,
licking it off. He grins back at me. My turn to have my eyes
about to fall out of my head. Now curiosity is burning me,
so I take his hand, curl all of his fingers over but the
middle one and bring it to my chest. I run his finger down
my chest and then bring it up to my mouth. I suck his finger
into my mouth a centimeter at a time, making sure that the
suction is constant. The salt from my sweat sits on my
tongue, but the taste of him is so good. I run my teeth
lightly onto the skin of his finger as I pull his hand back
from my face. When I reach the nail, I let my teeth graze
right over it, pushing slightly. His jaw is slack as I let
his hand go again. Two can play that game!

Greg is totally dazed. I grin impishly. Then I take him by
the arm and head for the door. He follows on automatic. We
reach the pool and I dive in, dropping the shorts on the
side as I go in. I come up and wait for Greg. He’s standing
there, blushing. He finally shakes it off and strips. I
watch with interest each bit of clothing hitting the ground.
His body is definitely worth watching, trim and well
proportioned. He sticks his tongue out at me and dives in,
splashing me in the face. I laugh and dive down under the
water, following his kicking legs.

---

My eyes just about popped out when Kyle flipped himself to
his feet, now that he was finished with his stretches. He
made a run for the far end of the mat, and then started
doing side flips with perfect form, landing on the exact
edge of the mat. Then he started doing back flips toward my
direction. All of that spinning and flipping took it’s toll
on his loose shorts, for he soon lost them in mid air. Kyle
was still going along, yet they just drifted to the floor in
the spot where the left him. Ever the trooper, Kyle
continues back in forward flips, to where the pummel horse
is. He makes a leap on to the horse, twisting and turning. I
watch close for fear that he may twist or crunch something
of his that I hold dear. Once he figures out my look of
concern, he finishes his private show, and lands with a
thump on the floor.

Strutting back to me with shorts in hand, he asks, “So,
wanna go for a swim? I think I am way too sweaty…”

I stop him mid sentence with my next maneuver. Teasingly,
I stick out my finger and glide it down his chest, then put
it to my mouth and suck it clean, grinning at him the entire
time. Kyle then takes my hand, curls up all but my middle
finger, and traces it down his chest, then sucks it into his
mouth a tiny bit at a time. He drags his teeth lightly
against my skin as he’s pulling my hand back from his face,
increasing the pressure once hit reaches my fingernail. My
jaw drops as he lets go of my hand. All he does is give me a
mischievous grin.

He grabs my arm and we head for the door. Once we reach
the pool, he dives in, dropping his shorts at the side. I
can feel my whole body get hot, as I’m sure I was now the
one to do a full body blush. Kyle watches me intently as I
strip off my clothing, and drop it off to the side. I stick
my tongue out at him, and dive in. I guess you could call it
a dive, I splashed him good on my way into the water.

---

We play tag for a while, chasing each other all over the
pool. I would stay under, catching up to him and grab onto
him, anywhere I could reach and then scooting off quickly.
He would do the same and scramble to get away. Then things
got even more fun. I caressed the curve of his ass as I swam
by, startling him. He took the challenge and hunted me down
until he could return the favor. I quit trying so hard to
get away after the third time. He swam up and wrapped his
hand around my dick. Within seconds it was hard, making me
gasp. Greg led me to the shallow end and walked us up the
steps.

Once out of the pool, Greg kept his hold on me and then
turned to me. Our lips met in another of those awesome
kisses, the only difference being that I had to tilt my head
a little. I let my hand wander between us and gripped him
back. I loved the feel of him in my hand, all hard but
flexible and silky. Our tongues danced around each other,
driving me crazy. My whole mouth tingled. So does my hand
holding him, and where he is holding me.

My head is starting to spin. My other hand goes to the
small of his back, pressing him forward into me. We are
touching all along our bodies now, but refusing to let go of
each other. I can feel my knuckles pressed against his firm
stomach. His hand is barely moving, stroking me. I copy him,
rubbing up and down his length. The air around us feels
charged, electrical. It’s definitely time to move on to
something more.

I pull my head back and watch his face. His eyes are
almost completely shut, entranced. His black hair is
plastered to his forehead, water dripping from the tip of
his nose. I get inspired and reach up, on tiptoe and
delicately lick the drop from it. His eyes open and widen.
The taste of chlorine stings my tongue a bit, but I like it.
I glance around and try to figure out what now. Then I shrug
and begin to lower myself to the edge of the pool, carefully
pulling him down with me.

“Time to try something new,” I whisper.

He nods and sits on the edge. The sun has heated the
concrete nicely and the puddle water from our exit has
cooled it enough to keep from burning our bare skin. I lay
back and swing my body around so that my feet are going the
opposite way from his. He has his trailing in the water, but
flat on the first step. He grins at me and nods
enthusiastically. I watch as he leans into me and licks my
thigh. Shivers crawl up my spine.

Greg’s butt is flat on the ground, his legs spread. His
torso has twisted so that he has his right side flat as he
continues to lick the water from my outer and inner thighs.
I keep myself entirely on my right side, barely an inch from
him the entire length of us. One arm is under my head, elbow
on the ground as I continue to stroke him with my left hand,
lost internally, tracking his tongue on my skin from within.
The intensity of it makes me twitch in his hand.

Just when I thought I was going to scream with
frustration, Greg moved to my balls. I quivered with desire
at this point. I started to do the exact same thing to him,
licking trails over his nuts. He flexed in my hand, sure
sign that what I was doing had an effect. I moved my tongue
under his nuts, and then slid it around to the top. His skin
was hot to the touch. He one upped me and sucked one of my
nuts into his mouth, then the other. I moaned, instantly
loosing track of what I was doing. His hand was still
stroking me, running up and down my entire length, doubling
the thrill.

---

We played tag for a while; first Kyle would swim
underwater and grab me wherever he could reach, then swim
away. Then I would do the same thing, seeking him out and
grabbing whatever I could. He startled me when he started
rubbing my ass instead of grabbing me. So I decided to hunt
him down and do the same, each time he played a little less
hard to catch. The third time I went after him, I swam up
and grabbed his dick, making him gasp. He was rock hard in
an instant. I led him to the shallow end and up the steps
out of the pool.

Once we got out of the pool, I kept hold of Kyle. I turned
to him and our lips met in another one of those mind-blowing
kisses. His hand wandered between us and gripped my shaft.
The feeling was electric, sending tingles up and down my
spine.

My eyes pop wide open as he licks my nose. He looks
around, shrugs, and then pulls me down near the edge of the
pool.

“Time to try something new,” he whispers.

I nod and sit on the warm concrete. The puddle of water
beneath us has taken the bite out of the sun’s heat captured
by the concrete. We can still feel the warmth but it’s not
burning our skin. Kyle then positions himself so that his
feet are toward my head, and I’m laying so that my feet are
in the water planted firmly on the first step of the pool. I
lean in close and lick the water from the inside of his
thigh, making him quiver in delight. I continue licking him,
laying with my upper body twisted, my butt flat on the
concrete, but the rest of me is propped up on my right side.
No more than an inch is between us for the entire length of
our bodies. The feeling of it all is intense for the both of
us, with him stroking me and me holding him, while liking
his thighs clean of the chlorinated water.

As I moved on to his balls with me tongue, he shook with
delight again. He mimicked every movement of my tongue. I
sucked in one of his balls in a show of one-upmanship to his
licking. He moaned at the new sensation. The entire time I
was working on his balls, I was also stroking him freely,
increasing his pleasure.

---

I shudder as he rolls his tongue around my nuts, turning
them. His hand still strokes, but slowly, teasing me. My
mouth is now sucking on the inside of his thigh, causing him
to squirm. After that, I angle him toward my mouth and
inhale him. Already, drops of pre-cum leak out onto my
tongue. I lick them away, not letting him escape. My hand
has him right where I want him, and I am loving this. He
released my balls and taken me into his mouth, completing
the circuit. We are now totally linked together.

It’s hard to focus on what I am doing when half of my
brain is concentrating on what he is doing to me! My whole
body tingles as he continues to go down on me. I am
beginning to really like the taste of him. The chlorine
taste from the pool has faded and now it is pure Greg again.
He fills my mouth comfortably and to my surprise, I no
longer gag when he is halfway down my throat. I keep up a
swallowing type motion and everything seems to work right.

He’s moving faster on me, forcing me to pick up my speed
in response. My eyes shut and I concentrate on making him
feel as good as he makes me feel. Within minutes, I feel my
balls pull up and tiny spasms surge. I try to hold back for
as long as possible, not wanting it to end. His mouth is so
hot and wet that it is impossible to hold on for long. Just
as I loose control, he blasts into my mouth. I had been
paying so much attention to the other end of things that I
missed what was happening at mine. We both shoot at the same
time, eruption after eruption, until we both are drained
dry. I reluctantly release him from my mouth and lay my head
on his thigh. I think I understand the term ‘afterglow’
now…

Once the sudden weakness passes, I realize that I am
starving. My stomach growls again, for the second time
today. Talk about embarrassing! I look down the length of
our bodies and make eye contact with Greg. He seems to be
thinking about something. I smile and sit up. Time to do
something about the hunger pangs before I get any louder.

“That was…” I am at a loss for words. Greg smiles and then
nods.

“I know what you mean. Intense!”

---

I roll his nuts around my mouth, massaging them with my
tongue. Slowly I stroke him, but now easing up on the
intensity. His sucking on the inside of my thigh makes me
squirm. Then he points my cock toward his face and engulfs
me with his mouth. The lapping of his tongue on the head of
my cock feels incredible. In response, I release his balls
from my mouth and return the favor, feeling totally linked
with him.

As I move faster along his length, he also picks up speed.
All of my effort is going in to making him feel good. Soon,
I feel his sack start to shrink up, ready to release their
payload, he twitches in my mouth, I can tell he is close but
holding back. I can feel my body prepare itself in
anticipation of his orgasm, the inevitability of it all
driving me close to the edge. We both fire huge volleys of
cum into the other’s mouth at the same time. After our
spasms have subsided, I ease his now soft cock out of my
mouth and lay my head on his thigh.

Once our weakness has passed, I hear Kyle’s stomach growl.
I chuckle to myself delighting in the fact that I caused him
to work up an appetite for the second time today. We make
eye contact, down the length of our bodies, and I can’t help
but notice a difference in my feelings toward my best
friend. He smiles and sits up, jarring me from my thoughts.

“That was…” he seems stuck mid sentence.

I nod and smile. “I know what you mean. Intense,” I
finish.

---

We need to get ourselves rinsed off so we don’t get
chlorine burns. I really don’t want a case of green hair
either. That only happens when you don’t get the shit all
out of your hair. I have been lucky so far, still the same
blond that I started the season with. I can’t help but watch
him as he walks ahead of me toward the house. His butt
muscles flex as he carries his cloths in with him.
Fascinating! We head for our respective rooms, deciding on
faster wash times if separate.

“Was that a gas grill I saw out back?” Greg asks.

“Yeah. Another of Dad’s toys. Why?”

“How about grilling something for lunch?” Gregg suggests.

“Sure. No prob. Good idea. I’ll raid the fridge when I get
done washing. There should be something in there worth
grilling. Catch ya out back when you’re done with your
shower.”

“Shit! It’s after 1! I gotta call the ‘rents, let ’em know
I’m ok.” Greg says as he sees the clock in the kitchen when
we come inside.

“No prob, use the phone in your room,” I wave him on as I
head down to my room.

Once downstairs, I detour to my room, grabbing a shirt to
go with my shorts. Rummaging through my drawer, I come
across the proofs of the photos Greg took of me last year. I
had forgotten that I had stuck them there to get them out of
my Dad’s sight one night. I plant myself on the edge of my
bed and rifle through the stack quickly. It still amazes me
that Greg did such an incredible job with such short notice.
I had a really hard time choosing the best ones for Dad’s
collage.

I sigh to myself. What the fuck am I doing? I toss the
pile of pics onto the desk and head for the shower. I
snagged some sandals and a tank top with the sides mostly
split out on my way. My brain is beginning to catch up with
the rest of me. Things are way the hell off from where I had
planned. Stupid of me, but I had no idea that things would
turn out the way they had. In fact, I am still shocked that
I went as far as I did. Talk about spur of the moment.
Unless… had I planned it all along, in the back of my head
without really paying attention? I knew Greg was going to be
at the party, after all.

The water feels great, ridding me of that chlorine itch
that seems to set in as soon as your skin dries. It’s ok
when wet, but sucks big time if you leave it. Dries out your
skin too. I chuckle to myself as something dawns on me. Heh,
chlorine dries out your skin… no wonder none of the guys
who swim on the team ever have zits! I had never thought
about it that way before.

The water felt good on my skin. I soaped up, my mind still
twisting and turning over all that had happened. It all felt
so odd. I knew I liked guys. I know I like Greg. The thing
is, is more than sexual attraction? Is it lust, love or
something else? Do I only want to be with Greg, or play the
field, now that I know what it is like? Geeze! How is this
going to effect my gymnastics?

So many questions just streaming one after another through
my head and no fuckin’ answers to any of them! The one thing
that I do know is this: What Greg and I did together was the
most wonderful, exciting sensual thing I have ever done in
my entire short life! And I want more! But do I want a
boyfriend… That’s the biggest question right now. Greg is
cute and we’ve been friends for a while, but somehow… I
don’t know. I just never thought of him as a boyfriend. Or
did I?

I shampoo my hair carefully; making sure all of the stuff
gets rinsed out. The conditioner I pile on like nobody’s
business. My hair tends to tangle if I don’t. Probably
because of the swimming. So, where do things go from here?
Can we play around and not get involved at that level
everyone seems to want? What if we get caught? What if the
team finds out? Fuck!

Which leads to; are we? I am dieing of curiosity. I wanna
know what it feels like. I wanna know what it’s like to do
and be done. Geeze, does that thing ever quit! I stare down
at the offending appendage, musing on its ability to rise to
any thought, occasion or potentially embarrassing moment.
Finished off, rinsing thoroughly, desperately ignoring my
body’s betrayal. The towel rasps against the sensitive skin
enough to give me breathing room. My thoughts go back to
Greg.

How do I really feel about him? I like him a lot. He’s fun
to be around. Can’t hold his liquor though. He’s smart, and
has a great body. His pictures are amazing. Crush, lust,
love or none of the above? I do know that I don’t want to
lose our friendship. Well, I guess we don’t have to worry
about it just yet. Still, maybe we should talk it through
more carefully… tomorrow.

I am totally dry now and toss the towel onto the rack. I
haul the split-sided tank over my head and pull it down. Up
go the shorts, a bit tighter this time. Hmmm, wonder if Greg
would take some more pictures. My chuckle startles me.
Didn’t realize I’d mumbled that out loud. I think it would
be cool to do some more photos with Greg. Maybe. I want to
try taking some of him. Wonder if he’d teach me how to use
his good camera. I slip on the sandals and trot on up the
stairs.

The fridge yields up a couple of steaks and some potatoes.
I head out back with the grub and fire up the grill. Within
a few minutes everything is set. I wait to put the meat on
until Greg comes out. I would hate to cook it the wrong way.
Safer to wait. I salt and pepper it while I wait. Then I get
out some plates and silverware. The deck has everything
anyone could want for a deck party stashed away in cupboards
lining the back of the house. My parents love throwing
summer swim parties.

I collapse in a deck chair and prop my feet on the edge of
the table, ankles crossed. My head tilts back and I stare up
at the clear blue of the sky. Wisps of clouds scuttle in
bands half way up from the horizon. The sun feels so good.
Hopefully Greg will be out soon.

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We head in to Kyle’s house at his suggestion; he wants to
make sure he gets all the chlorine rinsed off before doing
anything else. I can’t blame him, it would be a shame for
him to ruin his blonde hair by letting it turn swimming pool
green. We decide that showering separate will make the
rinsing off go faster, since his stomach is still grumbling.

“Was that a gas grill I saw out back?” I ask

“Yeah. Another of dad’s toys. Why?”

“How about grilling something for lunch?” I suggest.

“Sure. No prob. Good idea. I’ll raid the fridge when I get
done washing. There should be something in there worth
grilling. Catch ya out back when you’re done with your
shower.”

“Shit! It’s after 1! I gotta call the ‘rents, let ’em know
I’m ok.” I say once I notice the time.

“No prob, use the phone in your room,” He says as he motions
me on, and then heads for his room.

I step into the shower and let the water flow over me,
relaxing my body. I’m not really tense, just my feelings are
all knotted up. I can’t figure out what I am actually
feeling. Is it just the sex from Kyle that I want or is it a
full-blown boyfriend that I am looking for.

There are other things on my mind too. If we decide to
become boyfriends, we have to keep things low-key. I mean,
he is on the swim team and, being a jock, that makes him a
prime target for getting picked on by his teammates if they
do find out. What will my parents think, I know my Dad will
be okay with things, but Mom will freak. With the water
causing my body to prune up, I turn off the water, towel
off, and head over to collapse on the bed.

I lay on my back mulling over my predicament. Not quite
feeling ready for a relationship, but wanting something that
goes way beyond friendship with Kyle. Dad has always
encouraged me to be happy and supported whatever I do; Mom
on the other hand, has always added an ounce of caution with
every bit of support she has given. She can be
over protective sometimes. I guess I better this call over
with, they aren’t used to me being away without calling for
so long. I reach over and dial the phone.

“Hello,” My Dad answers.

“Hi Dad, I’m at Kyle’s place.” I said.

“What are you doing there? I thought you were going to be at
Brian’s house.”

“I was, but I got ditched at the last moment, Kyle brought
me to his place to crash.”

“So when are you coming home?” Dad asked

“Well, Kyle asked me if I could stay until Sunday night. I
told him I would have to ask you and Mom before I could give
an answer.”

“I don’t mind, but I’ll let you ask your mother, that way
she knows where you are.”

“Thanks Dad.”

“Hi.” My Mom said in her usual chipper voice.

“Hi Mom, I’m at Kyle’s place. Brian ditched me at the party,
but Kyle brought me to his for the night.”

“What!? Why didn’t you call us?”

“I didn’t want you guys to have to come get me. Besides,
Kyle offered when he found out, so I went to his place.”

“Thank Kyle for us, he has a big heart.”

“I will, Mom.”

Then there was a long pause. “So, is Kyle your boyfriend
yet?” She asked.

“What do you mean by that, Mom?!”

“Gregory Robert Johnston!” Uh oh all three names. “Do you
think that your father and I are blind? We’ve seen the way
you and Kyle act around each other. We know that neither one
of you has a girlfriend…”

“But…” I started just as Mom runs right on over me with
the verbal ball.

“Did you think that we don’t know why you hide behind your
camera all the time, and that we don’t notice that most of
your pictures are of guys?”

“But Mom…” I managed to get two words in that time.

“Greg, we love you just the same, we figured it out a while
ago. Why do you think I taught you how do so many things? I
wanted to make sure that you could make it on your own if
you couldn’t find anyone that made you feel special.”

“That’s why? You just figured I wouldn’t find anyone?”

“Yes Greg, you kept yourself so wrapped up in photography
that we weren’t sure that you would stop long enough to have
a life out from behind the camera.”

“So, you mean that it doesn’t matter if I’m gay? You’re not
disappointed in me?”

Then my Dad says from the other extension, “Son, we know
that you can’t choose who you fall in love with, any more
than you can choose your eye color. We’re happy that you are
doing your best to be all that you can become.”

“Sure we’re worried that you might get hurt,” Mom said, “but
we would worry even if you were dating girls.”

“Oh… Well, anyway, Kyle is not my boyfriend. I don’t have
one. I just realized how I felt about Kyle this morning. I’m
not sure if I want to be his boyfriend. He’s on the swim
team of all things, I don’t want him to mess that up, nor do
I want to mess up our friendship.”

“Just remember, Greg, we still love you no matter what. You
are our son just the same.” Mom said.

“Oh, before I forget, is it okay if I stay here ’til Sunday
night? Kyle asked, but I told him I would have to ask you
two first.”

“If you want, dear. Your Dad and I could use the time alone.
Also, if you want my advice about Kyle, think long and hard
about what it is that you feel for him. Don’t get me wrong;
being boyfriends is not going to be a cakewalk. You’ll have
lots of challenges ahead if you go through with it. There’s
a lot more to dating than just sex.” ‘How the hell did she
know?! Did she watch?’ I thought, nearly dropping the phone.

“And,” Dad said, “don’t forget that we are here for you. If
you need to talk something out, we will listen.”

“Th… Thanks, guys.” I stammered “I think I know what I
want to do, but I haven’t figured out why just yet,” I said,
still trying to get that last statement of my Mom’s to sink
in.

“Just take it slow,” Mom said.

“You have your whole life ahead of you.” Dad added.

“Okay, I get the hint. I’ll see you Sunday night then. Bye.”
I said with a bit of exasperation in my voice.

“Bye,” they said in unison.

I flopped back on the bed still confused. How did they
know before I did? I guess all those pictures in the
darkroom, and the fact that I didn’t want to be bothered
with the girls’ sports made it obvious. That doesn’t matter
now, the parents know and they don’t seem to mind, in fact,
they seem to be encouraging it.

I think I’m going to go for it. I’ll ask Kyle if he wants
to be my boyfriend. I know things have to be discreet, but
we can manage. It’s only the two of us that have to know.
Considering my parents already thought we were boyfriends, I
know we don’t have to hide from them. Guess there is only
one thing left to do.

The End