Date: Sat, 01 Jul 2006 14:03:23 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Just-a-Normal-Boys-Dreams, Ch 17

This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's
feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience.  Come to
think of it -- it might not be very pure either! There may be
graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this
offends you, you are invited to retreat.  If you are too
young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this
kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop
here.  If not, - - ENJOY!

Cast of characters:

Jack Smith -- uh -- that would be me

Billy -- Jack's closest brother, 3 yrs older.

Will Smith -- My dad

Vivian Smith My mom

Art -- Jack's oldest brother, 9 yrs older.

Ralph Gilmore -- a new friend - deceased

Stacy Whitworth -- a catalyst/friend

George Toliver -- old grade school buddy

George Toliver, Sr,  -- (duh!)

Cynthia Toliver -- (Mrs. Duh!)

Jim -- George's cousin

Uncle Jake Smith-- Will's Brother

Aunt Lindy -- Uncle Jake's wife

Seth Gary -- One of Jake and Lindy's other nephews

Etta -- The Jacob Smith's housekeeper.

Jake Smith Jr. Jack's cousin

Colin -- Jake's partner

Carrie Smith -- Another of the Smith cousins

Al -- Carrie's Partner

From Chapter 16:

I told Mom not to wake us in the morning, and we went
straight to bed -- no shower -- no teeth brushing!  He wore
his pajamas and I, my sleep pants.  When we got under the
covers, he spooned me.  "Jim?"

"Yeah?"

"I think with both of us in here, it'll be too hot for that
shirt."  He pulled it over his head and threw it on the
floor, then repositioned himself behind me.  He kissed my
neck and I turned my head enough to kiss his lips.

Then I snuggled deeper in the covers and - - deeper into his
embrace.  I was asleep within minutes.  My dreams were good
-- and neither Ralph nor George made an appearance.  No, not
even Web!

Only Jim.

Chapter 17

When I woke up, the sun was streaming into the window,
washing us with bright light.  Jim was completely on the
other side of the bed, under the covers, lying on his back,
his arm across his eyes and his boner making a considerable
tent in the blankets.  I rolled over next to him and said,
"Hi, new best friend!"

He opened his eyes, looked over at me and smiled.  He had a
darker shadow of beard than I had remembered.  That made my
insides tighten.  "You sleep okay?"  He asked.

"Yeah.  When did you move away?"

"I dunno.  When did you move over here?"  He asked.

"Just a moment ago -- I wanted to get into your tent!"

"Wha-at -- oh!  Hee hee!  Ah don' care who y'are, that
there's funny!"  He quoted the Cable Guy.  "Yew kin git in
mah tent any time, pard'ner!"  I snuggled up close beside
him, my own boner pressing into his hip.  "So -- you have
your own lodge pole goin'!"

"Yeah, guess I should get up and pee.  But it's way warm in
here, and you feel too good to leave."

"Are we still on our date?"

"If you wanna be!"  I said.

He turned to kiss me.  I braced for the worst.  His breath
was sweet!  "Ew!"  I cried.  "My breath must be
atrocious."

"It's not that bad."  He kissed me deeply.  "Man, who
taught you how to kiss?"  He asked.

"I guess your cousin."  I said.  "He had lots of practice
-- with girls."

"Ew!  Gross!"  We both laughed.

We were both idly humping each other, but didn't do anything
else.  I got up and went toward the bathroom.  "Mom!?"  I
called.  "Dad? -- "Anyone?"

"I'm here!"  Said Jim.

"I guess we're alone.  I need a shower.  Wanna join me?"

"SURE!"

He followed me into the bathroom and into the shower, both of
us still sporting morning wood.  I adjusted the water temp,
and he came up behind me and hugged me from behind.  I turned
my head and kissed him.  I would have turned my body too, but
I had just started to relieve my bladder.  He kissed me
deeper and the combination of relieving myself and kissing
Jim gave me a thrill I didn't expect!

"You gotta try THAT!"  I said.

"What?"

"Peeing while kissing!"

I turned around and kissed him.  "Go ahead -- let it go!" I
encouraged.

"No!  I can't pee on you!"  He complained.

"We're in the shower, silly, it'll wash right off!  I
don't care."

"I can't do that!  It's gross!" he laughed.

"It's not gross!"  I said.

"Okay, maybe not gross, but -- I have trouble even peeing
while someone is watching -- let alone peeing on someone
else!"

"Well -- I'm tellin' you -- it's awesome!"  I laughed.

"I'll take your word for it!" He giggled.

"You boys are finally up, huh?  Good!  I'll fix you some
breakfast!"  Came Mom's voice through the bathroom door.
Guess she was just outside or something.

We both froze. Then Jim started giggling so hard he couldn't
hold his pee any longer.  I got in front of him and kissed
him deeply. He stopped laughing. When he was done, he said,
"Omigod, I love you!  That was incredible!"

I was stopped cold by that remark.  I couldn't even comment
back to him -- anything -- certainly not, "I love you" in
any variety.  I quickly soaped myself and got out of the
shower, leaving him to do the same.

I handed him a clean towel and went into my bedroom and
dressed before he got back.

"Wow, you disappeared fast.  Did that creep you out when
your mom hollered to us?"  He said upon entering the room.

"Kind of."  I said, non-committal.  Nothing more was said
about it.

"By the way," he said, "I loved our first date!"  My body
shuddered a little at "the word", and I was relieved when I
realized he was talking about the date this time.

We spent the day together, doing nothing in particular,
except watching a football game and we played some blackjack
and poker.  Before we knew it, it was time for his "date"
with his co-worker.  It was very awkward when he left.

"I -- uh -- better go -- um -- home and -- uh -- get ready
for -- um -- tonight."

"Yeah,"  I countered, "um -- well, - um -- have fun."

"I'm sure it won't be as fun as my first date."

"Oh?  When was that?"  I asked.

"Last night."

"Oh!  OHHH!!  You mean OUR first date!"  I smiled.

"That was also MY first date!"

It felt like a bolt of lightning shot through me.  I took a
deep breath, and the thought stuck me:  Geez! Tonight will be
his second date!  I grabbed him and kissed him hard.  "I
meant what I said - - have fun!"

"I won't have TOO much fun -- not on a first date!"  he
laughed, and pecked me on the nose -- and  then he went out
the patio door.  I stood and watched him as he walked across
our back yard, out the gate into the park.  I watched for a
good thirty seconds after he disappeared behind the fence.

I headed for my bedroom, as mom said, "Ah -- young love
comes and goes so easily!"  She teased.

"STOP USING THAT WORD" I yelled at her.

"Aren't we touchy this morning, I was only - "   I didn't
hear the rest, for slamming my door behind me.  A fell onto
my bed and buried my face, and cried.  I fell into a fitful
sleep.  In my clothes, I was too warm, and I dreamed
erratically -- mostly about - - GEORGE!  What's wrong with
me?!  Sometimes I feel so out of control!

I woke up to, "You okay, Jacky?"  My dad didn't call me
Jacky very often any more.  He was rubbing my back.  "Your
mom said you were pretty upset earlier."

I sat up rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.  "I dunno!
Sometimes I feel like I'm still twelve --years-old!  I'm
18, Dad!"

"Yeah -- ONLY 18!" he said chuckling a little.  "I
remember 18!  It was scary.  Everyone expected me to be a man
-- or at least that was my perception.  And I didn't FEEL
much like a man most of the time.  And what's even scarier
is - - I was married two years later!"

"I can't even imagine!"  I said.  "Did you grow up that
much in two years?"

"Not really.  Your mother and I grew up together.  I
wouldn't recommend it to everyone, but -- both our parents
were committed to their marriages -- so we had that example.
But I do remember wondering what I got myself into at
times."

"Did you ever want to get out of it?"

"DEFINITELY!  But being married meant more back then."

"Dad -- he told me he loved me!  I'm not ready for that!"

"Maybe not -- probably not!  When did he tell you it?"

"This morning."

"I meant -- what were you doing?"

"Dad!"

"All I'm saying is -- often people say `I love you' in a
moment of passion.  Could that have been it?"

My face was beet red, but I felt a wave of recognition -- and
relief come over me.  I hugged my dad.  "Thanks, dad!"  I
kissed him -- on the lips -- and he said,

"Wow!  Thanks!"  and left my room.  All I have to do now is
wonder what Jim is doing with what's-his-face.  Then, out of
the blue, I thought about Mario.

Mario was in my art class in 11th grade.  He lived not too
far away, and we went to school together from the 4th grade
on -- when I moved away from George's neighborhood.  We were
never friends, but in 11th grade we became friend-LY, but
only in art class.  I got the idea that he wanted to be
better friends, but I avoided him outside class.

You see -- everyone thought Mario was gay.  If I associated
with him, then they may make some assumptions about me --
that I wasn't willing to deal with yet.  I don't know what
made me think of him, but I suddenly felt a tremendous wave
of guilt come over me.  I hesitated only a moment, when the
thought came into my head: Call Mario.

No way!  Wait!  I'm doing it again.  The sad thing is -- no
one really knew if he WAS gay.  He is smallish, lightweight
to be sure, and is a Filipino.  Oh, did I mention he is
extremely cute?  His features are so beautiful that he
appears fem.  That's why most thought he was gay -- maybe.
He didn't actually act swishy, but I don't think many took
the effort to find that out.

I got out my old class roster.  I keyed his number in.
"Hello?"

"Mario?"  I said excitedly.

"No -- this is his father.  Who's calling?"

"I'm Jack Smith.  I used to go to school with him.  We - "

"I know who you are.  He spoke very highly of you.  You were
one of the few who were nice to him in high school."

"Oh."  I said, not quite knowing how to respond, and
feeling another wave of extreme guilt.  "Well, is Mario
there?"

"No, he doesn't live here now."

"Oh."  I said, obviously disappointed.

"Would you like his number?  He's up in L.A. -- UCLA to be
exact."

"Is he an art major?"

"Oh no.  He only does that for recreation.  He's an
accounting major."

"Oh!  Well, yeah, I'd like to call him!"

"I'm sure he'd like the diversion.  He studies too hard --
for my money!  He should be enjoying Christmas Vacation!"
Said Mario's dad.

He told me Mario's number and I called it.  "Hello?"

"You sound exactly like your dad!"  I said.

"I've been told that!  Who's this?"

"Oh!  Heh.  Can you guess?"

"Well -- um -- your voice DOES sound familiar.  Give me a
hint."

"11th grade art class."

"Jack!  Jack Smith!"

"You got it!"  I wondered if he could hear my smile -- as I
could, his.

"Omigod, I was getting so drowsy -- bored more than anything
else.  I'm so tired of studying!"

"Really?  Yikes!  Well, you got 3 ½ years to go!"

"I know!"  he moaned.  "My dad expects me to get all
A's.  And he's paying for this."

I wondered if I should tell him what his dad said.  I decided
to hold it in reserve.

"What's up, Mister Smith?"

Mr. Remple -- the ancient art teacher, called us all by our
last names.  I decided to tell him after all!  "Your dad
told me you study too much -- and need a break!"

"Uh-huh!  And what parallel universe did you meet him in.
That's not any dad I know of!"

"He really did, Mario.  What are you doing tonight?"

"Tonight?  It's already 7:30 -- kinda late to be going out,
isn't it?"

"Man, you have led a sheltered life.  Hollywood doesn't
start waking up until at least nine!"  I laughed.

"You wanna go to Hollywood?  Any idea where?"

"Uh -- well, we could just go see the freaks on Hollywood
boulevard -- then maybe go to -- uh - the Normandie Room!"

"Oh.  Um -- did you know that's mostly a gay bar?"

I swallowed hard before I said, "That's okay - I'm gay!"

After a longish pause, Mario said, "Oh.  Well, I guess I
could go once -- to see what it's like -- in a gay bar."

Now I really felt like a fool.  "So -- you're not gay --
huh?"  I said, lamely.

"Uh, me?  Haha!  Not!  But you have me intrigued now.  Where
do you want to meet?"

"Um -- I'm driving an oldish Dodge Caravan.  What about
you?"

"Miata.  I wanted a sports car and that's all my parents
could afford."

"What's wrong with a Miata?"

"Nothing.  So -- do you want to drive up here and leave your
car in the dorm parking?  It would be safer than anywhere
else.  And of course, we're practically already in Hollywood
here."

"Yeah -- that's why I suggested it.  I can be there in a
half hour.  Where is your dorm?"

He gave me directions and I got dressed quickly.  I wore
stretch jeans and a purple muscle tee -- and a fur lined
black leather jacket.  When I got to his room, he invited me
in for a minute.  It was a mess.  "Sorry for the mess.  I
really wasn't expecting anyone.  My roommate is home to
Chicago.  I really AM sorry, but -- I had to finish some
studies -- well, okay -- wanted to -- before going out.  I
just have to pull on something else.

He looked me up and down -- I assume to decide what to wear.
He put on Levis, a white tee and a denim jacket -- also lined
-- with a large American flag painted on the back.  (He was a
tighty-whitey boy!)  "Lesbian our way!"  He quipped.
"Oh!  Sorry -- that may not be what you want to hear."

Was he playing with me?  I laughed.  I went out the door
first and he said, "Nice butt, Smith!"

He IS trying to play with me!  I could play back.  "Thanks!
Your ass isn't too bad either.  It looks as purty as when we
were in 11th grade.  I feel like a damned pedophile!"

"Yeah, Filipinos seem to look young!"  he said, as if he
didn't hear the rest of my comment.

We both enjoyed the freak show, then we drove to the
Normandie Room.  It was mostly men with a few fag hags, and
maybe two lezzie couples -- I assumed.  Getting through the
crowd outside the door was like parting the Red Sea.

When inside I offered to buy him a soda, and we watched the
guys (mostly) dancing.  I know it wasn't the drinks, because
we weren't drinking alcohol., but he suddenly turned to me
and said, "Uh -- did you wanna dance -- or something?"

"What?  You want to dance?"  I said.

"NO!  I meant do you want to -- if there's someone you see
that you'd like to dance with don't let me hold you back."

I looked at him with a sidelong glance.  "No, I don't know
anyone."  I said.

"Oh, all right!  I'll dance with you!"  he said.

"Oh -- no!  I don't think you want to - "

"Jack!  I lied!  I'm gay!"  He said, his eyes sparkling
like expensive chanpaign.

I stepped back.   "Really?  I thought you were playing with
me before, now I'm really wondering."

"Well, Wonder no more.  You know the funny thing was -- I
never even wondered if you were gay.  I just saw you as this
nice guy who didn't care if I was gay -- even if everyone
else did!"  When you called, I was being careful -- even
after you said you were gay -- in case you were trying to
fool me for some reason.  It's happened before.  I've never
been seriously hurt -- except for my feelings and ego -- but
I didn't want it to happen again -- with you -- tonight.  He
pulled me out into the dance area.  There was a never-ending
disco beat playing with various songs replacing one another.

"Don't they even play slow music here?"  I asked.

"Dunno!  But we can dance slow!  He said, and he lay his
head on my chest and we danced quarter-time to a disco song
by Cher.

After dreamily holding each other to 4 disco songs, Mario
said to me, "So, may I assume that you are not dating
anyone?"

"No."  I answered.

"No -- you're NOT dating anyone?"

"No.  No, you may not assume that."

 "But - ?"

"But I'm not dating anyone exclusively."

"Oh, cool!  Do you have plans for New Years?"

I grimaced.  "Yes."

"Okay!  Well, only a loser wouldn't, I guess. -- Like me!"

"Just because you don't hop into the sack with every guy
you meet doesn't mean you're a loser!"  I said.

"Are you -- um -- sexually active?"

"Wow!" I was taken by surprise by that question!

"See?"  He cried.  "That's why I don't have any plans
for New Years.  I don't keep my mouth shut when it's good
for me!"

"Yeah, well, I want to see you again.  Does that help?"

"Yes, but it doesn't relieve me of my foot-in-mouth
syndrome!"

"The answer is - - somewhat."

"No, it's not even somewhat removed!  I feel it, I can
taste my dirty toe-jam!"

"No, I meant, the answer to your question.  I've been
somewhat sexually active."

"Oh.  Okaaaaay."  He said.  "Are you ready to go home --
It's really pretty late -- past MY bedtime, that's for
sure!"

"You don't want to ask HOW sexually active I have been?"
I pressed him.

"I'm still trying to remove my foot from the last
question!"

"Mario, I've only dated 2 guys.  And only that since the
beginning of this term."

"Oh.  Well, it's more than me."  He said.  "I tried to
hide it in high school -- what a laugh -- but I never played
with anyone.  Old Mr. Remple came on to me once, but -
<<SHUDDER!>> no thanks!"

"Ugh!  What a pervert!  Well, anyway, looks like we're both
pretty new to all this.  I haven't gone all the way with
anyone."

"Good -- I guess.  Shall we go?"

"Yeah.  I'm kinda tired myself."  I said, smiling.

We walked back to his car and he drove us back to his dorm.

"Jack!  We're here!"

"Huh?"  I had fallen asleep.  "Oh my gosh!  I'm sorry!
Talk about lame!"

"No -- it's okay.  It was all I could do to stay awake
myself!" He said.

"All the more reason that I should have stayed awake!  I
guess I was more tired than I thought."

"Jack - - I know this sounds lame and like a come-on, but --
maybe you should stay at my place tonight."

"Oh!  No!  It's okay.  I'll be fine driving home!"  I
said, getting out of the Miata.  "It's only a half hour."
And I yawned.

"No, I insist!  You're too tired."

I didn't resist any further.  Once in his room, he removed
all his clothes and then caught me gawking.  "Thanks!
That's the nicest compliment I've ever had!  Hee hee!"

"Dang!  You look like a junior high schooler!"  I said. He
pouted.  I continued, "No!  It's not a bad thing!  It's --
cool -- um -- sorry, but -- it's cute!" I chuckled.  He got
the cutest grin!

"You can sleep in my bed."  He said.  "I'll take
Rey's."

"Ray?"

"My roommie.  He's Japanese.  And it's spelled `R-E-Y'.
It's a Japanese name."

"Okay.  Thanks. I usually sleep in sleep shorts, but -- I
guess I'll sleep in my boxers -- since I didn't come
prepared."

"I was prepared."

"Huh?"

"You can sleep commando if you want.  Everything's clean."

"Huh?  You didn't have time to wash and dry sheets after we
talked!"

"No, it was just a coincidence.  And I have more than one
set of bedding anyway."

"and your roomie?  Is  his bedding -- clean."

"He's a neat freak.  He changed his before he left."

I looked around the room.  "ahhhh -- so You're the slob!"

" `Fraid so! Sorry."

"Um -- Mario?"

"Yeah?"

"Um -- well -- I mean -- uh -- well, you asked me -- sort of
-- on another date.  I mean for New Year's."

"Yeah?"

"So -- you must -- um -- like me -- huh?"

"I told you that!  Way back in high school I liked you!"

"But I mean -- you like me like -- maybe for a date - - ?
More than just a buddy?"

"What are you trying to say, Jack?"

"I don't want to freak you out is all, but -- why don't
you sleep in your own bed -- tonight?"

"Oh.  I just thought you'd be more comfortable sleeping in
someone's bed that you know.  I don't care -- if you'd
rather sleep in Rey's."

"Now I KNOW you're playing with me!  No one is THAT dense!
I'm asking you to sleep with me!"

"I'm afraid I'm JUST that dense, Jack!  Sorry."

"So -- is that a no?"  I asked feeling frustrated and
somewhat defeated.  "I only thought -- Mario, I like you and
-- er -- you like me.  We don't have to do anything -- but
it's nice to sleep together."  I said, turning redder than
a beet!

"Ohhhh!  I wasn't turning you down!  I dunno if I CAN sleep
with someone else -- I've never done it. But I wouldn't
mind trying it."

I got into the twin bed -- "commando" and held the cover
for him.  He flipped out the light and climbed in with me.
He stayed at his edge of the bed, and pulled the sheet and
covers over him.  I turned onto my back.  I was almost
instantly asleep.  The last thing I thought was, "It feels
weird being this close to another guy and not touching."

"I wouldn't know," he said, sleepily.  "I've never done
it." (My eyes popped open!  I didn't think I said that
aloud!!) He continued, "How's it supposed to be done?"

I turned to my side.  "C'mere."  I said.  He turned to
face me and moved closer.

"Turn around."  I said.

"Oh!"  Mario said.  "I figured you wanted a hug."

"That'd be okay.  Then you can back into me -- spooning
it's called."

So he came closer and hugged me from the front.  Of course
both of us had wood!  His matched his diminutive size --
small and compact.  I pulled him -- by the butt -- close into
me.

"Omigod, omigod!"  he whispered.

"Are you okay?  Is this too much all at once?"  I said,
loosening my grip.

"Nooo!  I'm fine.  I've never been this fine!  I've
dreamt of this moment millions of times -- both sleeping and
awake -- and it never felt this -- awesome."  He crooned and
he gripped me and pulled us closer again.  "And you say, you
can sleep like this?  I don't think I could."

"Well, not like this.  But -- would you mind if I kissed
you?"

I felt his little woody flex.  "Sorry!"  he said.  "Does
that answer your question?"

I kissed him on his lips -- his hard, pursed, closed lips.
"Relax your mouth, Mario, and -- open it a little."

He grinned first then took a few short breaths and then did
as he was told.  I gently slipped him some tongue and licked
at the roof of his mouth.  He clutched me even closer,
saying, "Oh my heavenly god!  Oh -- oh!"  And his hips just
involuntarily started to thrust.  "Omigod!"  he repeated.

"I guess that means you like this?"  I giggled.

"Jack!"  he said breathlessly, "What comes next?"

"Wow!  You're like putty in my hands."  I said.  "In
which case, I will opt for - - nothing -- except for you to
turn around and back into me."

"YOU'RE GONNA FUCK ME?"

"No!"  I said.  "Just do it!"

He backed in to me and I pulled him close and kissed his
neck. "G'night, Mario!"  I said.

"That's all?"  He asked.

"I already feel almost like a pedophile.  Yeah, that's all
-- for now.  I TOLD you we wouldn't do anything tonight.
G'night."

My hand was over his torso and lay on his totally smooth
chest.  He put his hand over it and hugged it, then dreamily
said, "G'night, Jack."  I was almost asleep when I felt
him drag my hand and put it on his wood.  I squeezed and the
last thing I felt was my hand getting wet.

Notes:  I debated whether to have a dialog about Mr.
Remple's coming on to Mario and decided it was not congruous
to my story.  But if Mario was MY son, or I was giving him
advice, I would definitely advise him to tell someone, so it
would at least be on the teacher's record.  Teachers have a
sacred trust to only teach young students subject matter.
And - - I DEFINITELY DO NOT support NAMBLA.  These are not
negotiable issues with me, but - Any comments regarding the
story are welcome, as always.  Thanks and love, Steve