Date: Thu, 12 Feb 2004 16:38:39 EST
From: RitchChristopher@cs.com
Subject: Hawthorne-Awakening-6

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                            Hawthorne Awakening

                                    by

                             Ritch Christopher


                                Part Six


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	Steve wrestled with his own feelings about seeing Noah the next
day.  Granted, he had all but been given permission by Hal to see his
brother, but Steve didn't know if he was ready to commit himself to a
budding relationship--at least his first gay relationship. Steve took pride
in his sexual excursions with the girls and women of Hawthorne. He knew
just how to please them before he experienced his own climax.  For most
guys, sex was just a quick way of satisfying themselves, leaving the girls
high and wide, receiving little if any sexual gratification. Sometimes a
guy could get off in just a matter of seconds or a very few minutes, while
it took a girl much longer to reach an orgasm. Many guys were selfish in
that respect because once they had shot their load, their need for sex
diminished and it required a great art, as well as great concentration, to
maintain an erection for the sometimes ten to thirty minutes for the girl
to climax. Steve didn't have that problem. If needs be, he resorted to
cunnilingus, having the girl undergo her first big "O" before acheiving his
own. That's why Steve was so popular. Word had spread among the women and
girls of Hawthorne and that was the main reason they were willing to date
him over the other guys.

	Steve was confident of his sexual prowess with the female
gender. He knew how to get himself off...but with another guy? Steve was
reluctant even to try, mainly because he'd never had the urge to have sex
with another male, but also, he didn't know what to do to please another
guy. On this level he would be all but a rank amateur. But, of course, if
Noah was a virgin, Noah would have nothing to compare to Steve's first
attempt at gay sex. Could he really go down on a guy and give him head the
way girls had done to him? Then there was the qualm about male
intercourse. The one time Dr. Blevins had probed Steve's anus, it had hurt
like hell...and the doctor was only using one of his bony fingers. The size
of a strong, large penis entering him was another story. No doubt he could
fuck Noah, there couldn't be that much difference. A hole is a hole and if
a vagina can adapt and stretch to accommodate entrance by a dick, an anus
could do the same, Steve supposed.

	Steve stayed home most of the day following his visit to
Greenport's Motel 6. He turned on TV. The fall pro-football games didn't
start for another month. Steve didn't especially care for pro-baseball, but
there was a soccer game on one of the channels he watched as long as he
could stand it before changing channels. Like most Americans, to Steve,
soccer was just a lot of men running around the field, scoring very few
goals, if any. It was boring. Steve flipped the TV remote until found a
taped college wrestling meet. Steve was suddenly fascinated by the
wrestling gear the athletes wore. It looked as if some of the guys were
wrestling without jock straps. Steve was watching their crotches to see the
guys penises keep changing positions with each body throw...some of them
were up, others down. Occasionally, one of the wrestlers would grab the
other's crotch and not let go. The TV camera always seemed to go to another
shot from behind to mask this move, but the more Steve watched, he was
certain that some of the guys had reached a full erection. Damn! It was
like watching two guys have sex with their clothes on. Steve's eyes became
transfixed on crotch watching for the first time in his life. He was even
more alarmed by his own crotch bulge beginning to grow. What the fuck was
happening to him? This had never happened before...at least, not until he
became interested in Noah. Had he been gay for a long time but been totally
unaware of it? He thought back to the times that he and members of his
immediate group had had jerk-off sessions down at the lake. In his mind, he
could remember the vivid details of Randy's, Ty's, and Hal's dicks, so he
realized he must have noticed them more than he'd ever imagined.

	Watching the wrestling meet, he had a sudden urge to get
off. Before he knew it, he had whipped out his organ and was giving it the
spanking of its life...just watching the sporting event on TV. When he
finished, traces of semen had reached areas of his entire body. He'd never
had an orgasm like that...at least not while masturbating. He realized that
guys had really turned him on.

	Sex was one thing...making love was another thing, opposite
entirely. Never had he made love to a girl because, honestly, he'd never
had an emotional feeling toward one of them. But his feelings for Noah were
far beyond merely having sex. Noah wanted Steve to make love to him and
maybe that's what Steve wanted as well. He still wasn't sure though, and
was still unable to see himself going through with it.

	Noah, on the other hand, was pleased that he had gotten Steve to
remove most of his clothing and hold him in the bed at the motel, but Noah
still felt a tinge of rejection because Steve had refused to have sex with
him.

	It was Sunday. Hal had taken his car and had gone to visit
Carolyn. Their parents had gone to church. His mother had packed a large
picnic hamper to take to an all-day church gathering down by the lake, so
Noah was left alone to find his own entertainment on a Sunday afternoon. He
left his house, walking slowly to town to see if he might spot Steve at
Smiley's. When he got there, the poolhall was all but empty...no Steve, not
even Randy or Ty. Wade had a cue stick in his hand and was practicing shots
all by himself. Wade was not proficient enough to play the game with his
two best friends, Randy and Ty. So this was a good chance for him to
improve his game. Noah saw him and went to the pool table to join him. On
the next shot, Wade scratched.

	"Damn!" Wade said to himself, "Why do I keep doing that?"

	"Hey, Wade," Noah said.

	"Oh, hi," Wade replied looking up from the table momentarily.

	"Wanna shoot a game with me?" Noah asked.

	"Aw, you'd probably beat me, too." Wade replied. "I'm just no good
at playing this game. I already know how good you are. I watched you play
the other day."

	"There's really nothing to it. I just apply plane geometry to my
game. I envison the table as a large blackboard and the poolballs as points
on a triangle. Then I try to figure out the angles where the ball will go,
if it's hit from a certain direction."

	"I'm afraid I wasn't good at math, especially geometry."

	"It's one of my favorite subjects," Noah said. "What are your
favorites, Wade?"

	"I love music, English, especially poetry. My mother has read poems
to me all my life. I really like Byron, Shelley, and Keats."

	"How about Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett?"

	"They're wonderful, too."

	"I never knew that you liked poetry, but then, I was always just a
kid around you and never really knew what you liked."

	"I don't talk much about poetry around Randy and Ty. It's not their
bag, I know. Besides, if they knew, that would give them another excuse to
think of me as a sissy."

	"I've never heard them call you a sissy."

	"They never have...not to my knowledge, but I know they think it."

	"Do you plan to go to college, Wade?"

	"Probably not. I had my chance when I finished high school, but
leaving home and leaving my mother...well, she had something to say about
that. Since there's no college in Hawthorne, going to it was out of the
question."

	"Would you have liked to have gone, if your mother would've let
you?"

	"Sure. I wanted to go to the University of North Carolina and study
English...and read all the poetry I could find in the library there."

	"We have a large library at Baylor. I spend lots of evenings there
by myself."

	"You're lucky that your parents sent you away to a private high
school. It doesn't look to me as if I'll ever leave Hawthorne as long as my
parents are alive."

	"Pardon my saying it, Wade, but that's terrible. You'll be
twenty-one in a year or so and you should live your own life."

	"Tell that to my mother, will you?"

	"Do you have any social life?"

	"Not outside from the things I do with Randy and Ty. Mother doesn't
exactly approve of them. She never has, but at least they're not girls and
she lets me go with them as long as she knows where we are and what we're
doing."

	"You never date like Randy and Ty do?"

	"Nope. I've never been alone with a girl."

	"Because of your mother?"

	Wade's face turned red from embarrassment. "I guess you could say
that."

	"But don't you want to?"

	"Probably not. At my age, if a guy hasn't been on a date, much less
kissed one...or worse. It's almost too late. I wouldn't know what to do."

	"This is really embarrassing for me to ask, but are you still
virgin."

	"Yeah."

	"Me, too."

	"Yeah, but I'm three or four years older than you. You still have
time. It's not too late for you."

	"Do you think about girls when you're alone?"

	"Not really. I think about Randy and Ty with their girlfriends and
wonder what they do. I sometimes wonder about your brother, Hal, and
Carolyn...and then, there's Steve. It doesn't take much imagination to know
what he's doing."

	Wade's last remark stung Noah, as if he'd been hit in the face with
a wet rag.

	"Steve makes out a lot? Is that what you're saying?"

	"A LOT? Shoot, he makes out sometimes with several different girls,
all in the same evening."

	"Wade, do you...well, you know...make out...by yourself?"

	"Sure, but not even my mother knows that or she'd make me stop."

	"Damn, Wade! She won't let you have your own thoughts?"

	"Not unless they're about her, the church, and all other clean
functions."

	"Do you feel like walking?"

	"Where to?"

	"Anywhere...down the street, hiking into the woods, just somewhere
to go."

	"I suppose."

	"Let's get a couple of cold Cokes from the snack bar to take with
us."

	The two of them ordered two can Cokes and left Smiley's. The sun
was hot, the streets were almost bare since everything in town was closed
for Sunday, except Smiley's, Cutter's Pharmacy, and Jenson's Texaco
station.

	"Should you call your mother first?" Noah asked.

	"Naw, she's at the church picnic. I told her I had a headache and
didn't want to go. So she thinks I'm at home or off somewhere with Randy
and Ty."

	"Okay, it'll just be us two, Tom and Huck going on an adventure."
Noah said. "Do you have any ideas where we should go?"

	"We could hike up to Sherman's Ridge and get a good look at the
Smoky Mountains. I know a place where Randy and Ty used to go to drink beer
when we were in high school. This is Sunday. We used to go up there and
count used condoms on the ground after everyone had used the place the
night before."

	They began their trek to Sherman's Ridge. They followed a mountain
stream which originated from the ridge. Noah and Wade continued their
conversation.

	"Have you ever put a condom on?" Noah asked.

	"Once." Wade replied. "One time, Randy bought a whole box and he
was trying to take the cellophane wrapper off and he accidentally opened
the box too quickly and condoms went flying all around in his car. He
picked them all up but one. I found it sticking in between the cushions in
the back seat and slipped it into my pants pocket. I didn't tell him. Later
that night, I went into my room and put it on."

	"What did it feel like?"

	"Tight and strange. You know, like it feels when you try one of
your mother's plastic gloves that comes with her hair dye?"

	"Did you...you know?"

	"Jerk off in it?"

	"Yes."

	"Sure, it only took me about fifteen seconds I was so excited and
also scared that my mother would catch me."

	"I've never even held one in my hands."

	"It's no big deal. That was my first and only time to have one."

	"Wade, do you jerk off a lot?"

	"When I feel it's safe."

	"What do you mean, 'safe'?"

	"Oh, I really don't have any privacy at my house. Sure, I got my
own room, but Mother comes in every time she wants to check on
me. Sometimes two or three times at night after I've gone to sleep."

	"Good Lord, what for?"

	"Oh, I don't know. Maybe she wants to see if I'm still alive or
maybe she wants to be sure I haven't run away during the night."

	"Would you like to run away?"

	"I think about it all the time. I want to grow up, but she won't
let me. I'll be a forty-year-old kid and she'll be in her sixties, still
trying to keep me from going out into the world on my own."

	"That's horrible, Wade."

	"I know it, but there's nothing I can do about it."

	"You ought to think about moving to Chattanooga, where Baylor's
at. It's a great city. You could get a job, find a place to live, and do
whatever you want."

	"I would love to, Noah, but it just doesn't seem possible."

	They walked for another half hour and soon they were at the peak of
Sherman's Ridge. They went out on a crest and stood on a huge rock which
looked over a valley with the Great Smokies in the distance.

	"God, it's great up here!" Wade exclaimed. "Take a deep breath and
smell the clean air."

	Wade stretched his arms out to their fullest to inhale. His left
hand hit Noah's face, mostly his nose, causing it to bleed.

	"Gosh, I'm sorry!" Wade said, "Here, Noah, take my handkerchief and
press hard just above your upper lip."

	Noah did as he was told. The nosebleed wasn't bad and stopped
rather quickly.

	"Now I can't smell the air," Noah joked.

	"Damn, man, I didn't mean to do that."

	"I know, I'm all right."

	"Here, let me take a look." Wade said, pulling the handkerchief
away. He took his thumb and raised the tip of Noah's nose to get a better
view. His face was close to Noah's and Noah looked solidly into Wade's eyes
up close. Noah slowly tilted his head and leaned forward, placing his lips
on Wade's. Wade, not knowing how to respond to Noah's blatant gesture, let
his lips stay there. Both of them closed their eyes and each imagined
himself with his own fantasies. Noah was thinking about Steve while Wade
was thinking of 'just anybody' who'd given him his first kiss.

	After a few moments, both their eyes opened and they faces withdrew
from one another's.

	"If I embarrassed you, Wade, I'm sorry," Noah said in a voice just
above a whisper.

	"It's...it's...you took me by surprise, Noah."

	"Did I shock you?"

	"Well...yes."

	"Did you get angry?"

	"Well...no. It's just that I wasn't expecting you to do something
like that."

	"Am I the first guy to ever kiss you?"

	"Noah, not only are you the first guy, you're the first, period..."

	"Want to do it again?"

	"Yeah...sure...why not? We've already done it once."

	Slowly their lips met once again. This time Noah put his arms
around Wade's back and embraced him. Wade followed Noah's lead and put his
arms around Noah. The second kiss became more passionate and Noah bravely
put his tongue against Wade's lips to attain entry into his
mouth. Everything was happening so quickly, Wade had no chance to think
about what they were doing and narrowly opened his mouth to receive Noah's
tongue. The two tongues clashed and soon Wade began to try to access the
inside of Noah's mouth. It was a duel where both of them were winning.

	Noah lowered his right hand down Wade's back until he reached the
spot between Wade's buttocks.  Noah pulled Wade's pelvic region into his
own. Both discovered they had raging hardons beneath their jeans...each
wanting the other to feel his first, as Wade began grinding his swollen
crotch into Noah's.

	The kiss ended but they remained in the embrace. Their mouths were
next to each other's ear and Wade whispered, "What are we doing, Noah?"

	"Do you want to stop?" Noah whispered back to him.

	"No, I just want to hold you like this. I've never held anyone
before."

	"I like being held, especially by you, Wade."

	"I dreamed about it. When you first came home from school, looking
like an Olmypic athlete with your new build. I wondered how it would feel
to have your big chest pressed to mine."

	"Want me to take my shirt off?"

	"I'd love it!"

	"Only if you take yours off, too."

	"But my chest is not..."

	"Forget it. It doesn't matter as long as we're touching."

	The two unlocked their embrace and took off their shirts. Once
again, Noah moved close to Wade making sure that their nipples touched
while they held one another.

	"Oh, my God, Noah! This is so wonderful! I feel like I could hold
you like this forever. It's my dream come true."

	"Did you ever fantasize about me when you were alone?"

	"All the time, Noah, but I never imagined it would ever
happen...not like this. But here you are and it's happening, just like in
my dream."

	"Would you like to go a little further, Wade?"

	"What do you mean?"

	"We still have on our jeans and underwear. Would you like for us to
take them off as well?"

	"What if someeone sees us?"

	"There's no one around, Wade. Everyone's at the picnic. You don't
see any cars around here, do you?"

	"I'd feel better if we went over behind those trees over
there. We'd be shielded in case a car drove up."

	"Let's go."

	They walked over to the edge of a patch of woods and slowly began
to remove the rest of their clothing...each watching the other, removing
everything piece by piece until they were both naked.

	"God, you're beautiful, Noah," Wade said, sizing up Noah's body.

	"You're not so bad yourself," Noah replied.

	"Do you think we should be doing this?"

	"Wade, it's time we both found out about real life instead of our
fantasies."

	"How far do you want to go?" Wade asked, nervously.

	"All the way, if you're willing?" Noah replied.

	"I'm willing."

	They walked toward one another meshing their bodies together and
locking their lips in their third kiss of the afternoon...and their
lives. Neither of them was embarrassed as their erections touched. This
time, their lower appendages began a duel as each lowered a hand to wrap it
around the other's straining member.

	"Oh, God!" Wade said, "Don't stop. Keep doing what you're doing,"
as Noah began to masturbate Wade.

	"I think I can do better," Noah replied.

	"How?"

	"Wait and see," Noah said as he lowered himself into a kneeling
position and took Wade into his mouth.

	For the next hour, the two experimented with the other's body,
kissing, licking, sucking, finally giving into the other's ultimate
sacrifice by having anal intercourse. They had waited all their lives for
this as they tried to fill in the missing years of their youth. Before they
stopped, each had reached three orgasms apiece.

	Both were tired, sweaty, exhausted, but enormously happy. It had
been worth the wait for both of them.

	"Noah, I think I could fall in love with you," Wade said, as they
lay side by side on their backs, looking toward the upper branches of the
pine trees which hid them.

	"I think I could love you as well," Noah replied.

	"Did you do this with Steve when you two went out together last
week?"

	"Heavens, no!" Noah said. "It's not like I didn't try, but Steve
was afraid, or unwilling, or both."

	"In my fantasies last weekend. I dreamt about the two of you
together...doing what we just did."

	"Nothing happened between Steve and me. It happened with you
instead."

	"Somehow I feel as if I should thank you."

	"For what?"

	"For letting me know what making love feels like. If this had never
happened, I might've gone through my whole life without knowing."

	"Wade, did you forget when I told you I was a virgin too? It was my
first time as well. I guess I should be thanking you, too."

	"Noah, this is the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to
me. I'm glad it was with you. This might be the only time we ever do this
and I'll never forget it!"

	"Why the only time? We have the rest of the summer."

	"But we might not get the chance that we had today."

	"We'll make the chance."

	"You'll be going away to school in a few short weeks."

	"Yes, and I'll be going to Chattanooga, the place I talked to you
about running away to. You could get a job, find a place to live and I
could come over every night to see you before bed curfew...and we would
have every weekend together. The University of Tennesee at Chattanooga is
there as well and there's a couple of small colleges you could attend if
you wanted to."

	"That's just a dream, Noah, something that could never happen in
real life...not mine, anyway."

	"Wade, we could both MAKE it happen! I could go to college with you
once I graduate from Baylor. We could spend the rest of our lives
together."

	"God, how I'd like that!"

	"Hey, have you rested up enough to go one more round?" Noah asked,
in a joking manner.

	"I could go another and another and another..."

	"Well, shut up and kiss me!"

	Wade rolled his body on top of Noah's and began to kiss him. They
both were sexually excited once more and managed two more climaxes each
before they hiked home.


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