Date: Thu, 11 Apr 2002 23:49:52 +0000
From: Nathan Savage <savagewriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chad in the Pool House - Part 5

All seemed to be out in the open. After the events following the party, I
no longer sensed the need to separate reality from my relationship with
Chad. Though still 16-year old boys and thus emotional infants, Chad and I
began to interact with a levity and freedom that I hadn't experienced
before. Best friends with sex, what better combination for the libidinous
desires of a teenage male.

There is risk, of course, in such freedom. Risk that Chad and I tasted the
Wednesday following the party.

After a tame night drinking some beers with several friends, I planned on
spending the night at Chad's house. It was a typical night, and after
chatting with Chad's mom we both retreated to his room to settle down and
get some sleep.  Our intention's, of course, were different.

We waited for a few minutes after entering his room, I fiddling with his
telescope and he putting some folded clothes in his bureau. No words were
exchanged, and after some time I realized that Chad was standing behind
me. I stopped what I was doing and turned around to meet his huge grin. He
stood before me like this for a moment, then cocked his head towards his
bed and said 'time to, uh, get to bed.'

I smiled back and watched Chad turn away from me, slowly pulling the
t-shirt he was wearing over his head. My eyes followed just under the shirt
as it came off, up from his lower back to his lean back and strong
shoulders, which tensed as his arms raised. My hands, no longer under my
control, reached out to touch his back. Chad froze as I ran my hand down
from the back of his neck, along his spine, and too the waistband of his
shorts. I brought my other hand down to the waistband, and traced a path
with each hand around his waist to the front of his shorts, my hands
meeting at the button. I stepped in to Chad from the back, pulling him to
me. Chad arched his neck back and let out a huge sigh.

I undid the button, unzipping his fly. I made sure to let my hand slide
down the growing bulge beneath as the zipper undid itself. His shorts
dropped, revealing his characteristic briefs, filled to capacity.

My hands moved up to his flat, bare stomach. Tensing my arms around him, I
pulled him into me, my growing erection stuffed against his lower back. As
my hands explored his stomach and chest, Chad turned his head to meet mine
and smiled. His eyes, however, told a more desperate tale, and as he opened
his mouth slightly I dove in to meet them. Our lips just missed their
intended targets, and met in an electric, off-center kiss. I chuckled a bit
when this happened, but Chad simply aligned his mouth and dove back in. My
hands continued to feel the product of all our work on the tennis court,
his ribs present when he breathed in, gone when he exhaled, all the time
covered by the thin but taught layer of muscles.

Chad took his hands and reached them back over his head, grabbing my head
at the back. He worked them down past my neck to the collar of my shirt. I
was completely engrossed in our kiss, to the point where I was shocked out
of my dreamlike state when he moved forward to pull my shirt over my head.

I didn't hesitate a second, and went back to kissing him. My hands, ever
with minds of their own, slid down his stomach to the crotch of his
underwear, now tented over his hard dick. I let my hands slide over his
hardness, pausing just enough to make Chad gasp a bit and buckle at the
knees. I felt a sense of control for a moment, an odd notion that I had my
friend where I wanted him.

I continued to rub his penis through his briefs, moving my hand down to his
balls and the space in between his legs. As I did this from behind, my own
hard dick moved in rhythm with my gropes, rubbing up and down, back and
forth on Chad's lower back. Chad was standing there, knees buckled, head
back and eyes closed, when I began to kiss the back of his neck. His head
turned in reaction, and I got a good chance to kiss under his chin, then up
past it to his lips. As we locked in another kiss, Chad moved his hands
around to his ass, rotating them to find the bulge in my shorts. Our bodies
moved together, barely holding our standing position, I was thoroughly
engulfed in passion, sweetly confused, as I wanted both to stay this way
forever and to grab him and throw him on the bed for more.

Chad began to fiddle with the button on my shorts, though from our position
his task was nearly impossible. After a few sublime moments, Chad broke our
kiss, conceding defeat with a chuckle, and turned around to face
me. Concentrating on my button, he looked down and began to undo it. He was
facing his window, blinds drawn, and I his door.


His door.

Later it became one of those uncanny moments, those that astonish in their
coincidence. Just as I thought of the risk the door provided, my question
was answered. A split second passed, suspended in my history of course,
from when I heard someone approaching to the slight rotation of the door
handle and the subsequent creak of the door opening.  Chad's mom's eyes met
with mine first, as Chad was busy undoing my shorts.

It isn't necessary to react with regret; her reaction to this provided
nothing but an incredibly anxious moment. No long-term consequences,
negative ones at least.

Chad's mom immediately blurted out 'I'm sorry!' and turned to exit. She
stopped, however, and turned back. I could tell she was unsure of what to
do, but of the three of us, she was going to provide the next step. Chad
omitted a frightened 'shit!' and grabbed his shorts from the floor,
blocking his erection. I just stood there. Chad hadn't achieved his goal, I
was still partially dressed.

Later on I would learn that it was Chad's mom's policy that doors remain
open. It is a rule I agree with and will implement given the chance, but
nonetheless at the time I cursed Chad.

Chad's mom eyed her son, her expression shifting swiftly form shock to
confusion, confusion to anger, anger to thought, and finally thought to
consideration. She had basically gone through all of the steps my parents
would soon after take to accept reality, however instead of over a year it
had taken her seconds.

'Well, uh...well,' she attempted.

'Mom, please-' Chad started, interrupted.

'No, Chad, let me speak. Gosh, I mean, I just had no idea, but well, it's
ok. I mean you're sixteen, I was certainly becoming sexually active when I
was-'

'Mom!'

'-No, it's fine. I raised you to have an open mind. I'm sorry I walked in
on you-' she looked at me for the first time since walking in '-two. You
know my rule, Chad, I just, well, wasn't expecting this.'

Chad cowered, unable to find any words. We all stood there for a short
moment, then I chimed in, for no reason, 'I'm so sorry, Mrs.-'

'No, please, there is nothing to be sorry about. I'll leave you be now, I'm
sorry.' She left the room.

She left, closing the door, and walked down the hall to her bedroom. I
immediately turned to judge Chad's reaction. He was looking out the window,
his hand tapping his desk nervously.

'Chad-'

He looked at me, frightened, but held his glance. The next seconds told me
much about Chad.

His face was anxious, and remained so, but upon catching my concerned
glance he bent the corners of his lips up just a bit, squeaking out a
slight, barely discernible smile. A comforting smile, somehow genuine. I
knew then that nothing was lost.

Distracted, he gave me a look that suggested a shrug of his shoulders, and
turned form me and left the room to catch his mother.

But as I said I knew nothing was lost. I certainly got to know this later
that night.