Date: Mon, 03 Jul 2006 03:24:58 +0000
From: carl_holiday@att.net
Subject: High School: Kiel's Story Chapter 3

This story concerns teenage gay males who may be involved in sexual
situations. If it is illegal for you to read such stories, or if you do
not like to read such stories, please leave now.

This story is copyright 2006 by the author who retains all rights.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either
are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This is my first submission to Nifty. Any comments or questions are
welcome at: carl_holiday@att.net

Kiel's Story

by Carl Holiday

Chapter 3 -- I'm Not That Kind of Boy

Kiel didn't speak to me until we turned south on Oak Park Boulevard,
less than a mile from home. It's not like I didn't try, but he was lost
in some thought or other and after what Tim did to me I was in kind of a
mood myself. We were waiting for the light at One Hundred Twenty-first,
standing almost as if we weren't together.

     "Do you what a chocolate soda?" Kiel asked. Gussie's Café was
across the street. It was a breakfast and lunch place that made the best
chocolate sodas north of the Ship Canal. It looked like they were still
open.

     "I don't have any money," I said.

     "Hold the trumpets! What does this look like?"

     "A pill bottle."

     "Yes, but what kind of pill bottle?"

     "I don't know."

     "This is a magical pill bottle. Say the right incantation like,
say, `Abracadabra Walla Walla Washington Hocus Pocus Winnemucca
Nevada!"

     While I was waiting for him to do something the light changed, but
Kiel didn't move. "Come on, or we'll have to wait for the next one."

     "Say the magic words," Kiel said, staying where he was.

     I went back to the curb and pushed the button a second time.

     "Come on, say the magic words."

     "Why should I?"

     "Do you want a chocolate soda, or not?"

     "I told you I don't have any money."

     "Say the magic words."

     "Abracadabra Pocus Nevada Washington Walla Hocus Winnemucca
Walla."

     "God, Geoff, why can't you just play along?"

     "I'm not in the mood to be playing along. Do you have any money?"

     "Yeah, come on," he said, starting across the street.

     I sat in a booth waiting for Kiel to bring over the sodas. I had to
admit I was trying to be as civil as possible, but after what happened at
Tim's house civility seemed damn near impossible. It was bad enough he
threatened me, but to admit it was simply a ruse to get his dick in me,
that was something I didn't need to know. Then to tell me Stevie had
been screwing him while I was sucking Stevie was another thing I didn't
need to find out.

     I suppose the worst thing was coming to the realization I'd gone
suicidal over the death of some sort of best friend turned sexual
pervert. That thought hadn't come fully into my mind sitting in the
booth watching Kiel watch Neil make the chocolate sodas. It was out on
the edge of awareness. That place where original thoughts exist and only
bits of them come across as little temptresses, hinting of their
usefulness. It's like a tune or melody, a simple riff, that you've
never played or heard, but seems very familiar when you listen to it in
your head. Or, maybe it was the brief glimpses of Neil behind the
counter.

     Neil had been working at Gussie's for as long as I could remember,
but he had the kind of face, and body, that never aged. He was always
twenty-two. Fair, blond, Scandinavian, with sparkling blue eyes, shiny
white smile, not your ordinary waitress in a greasy spoon, but he wasn't
in any sense girlish. No, Neil was a guy, I knew that much. Dad said Neil
had been kicked out of the Marines for being a homosexual and was related
to Gussie some how. Yeah, there really was a Gussie. He was the cook.
There were a couple of waitresses, too, but they came and went at odd
hours. Neil was always there. I think I had a crush on Neil since four or
five; of course, I didn't know what that meant until nearly ten years
later.

     Kiel walked over carrying the sodas. He looked different somehow.
Less sure of himself, maybe. His eyes were in constant, nervous motion
looking everywhere quickly as if some sort of menace was about, like
playing hide and seek on a moonless night in a yard full of shrubs and
trees where anyone might be lurking to scare the piss out of you. He
definitely was avoiding me, not that I was all that interested in talking
to him.

     "Neil's nice," Kiel said, sitting down across from me then
turning so he could stretch out on the seat and not have to look at me.
"Did you know he's my cousin? Well, actually second cousin, I think.
He's out somewhere on my father's side of the family. I think he's
Danish, but with a last name like Schneider you'd never guess."

     "My dad said ..."

     "Don't!"

     "What?"

     "Don't you dare say what you're thinking."

     "What am I thinking?"

     "That Neil's a lot like you."

     "What about me?"

     "Tim said you let him fuck you."

     Jocks! They think with their muscles. Not a compassionate bone in
any of their bodies; and, now, Kiel will be expecting me to do the same
for him. God I hated high school.

     "I didn't."

     "He said you did."

     "He forced me."

     "Like he ..."

     "Yeah, just like he made me do it. He threatened me, okay? And, I
believed him."

     Yeah, I believed him. Walk all over me, I'm a door mat.

     "He said you'd let me do that to you."

     "Well, I won't."

     "You don't like Tim, do you?"

     "Should I like someone who did something like that? Go ask Neil if
he'd like someone to do that to him. You said, we're alike. I bet he'd
let you do it to him. You could probably threaten to expose him. Of
course, he doesn't have a whole high school to hate him, but you might
be able to force Neil like Tim forced me."

     He wasn't looking at me; and, I might have been too loud because I
saw Neil walking toward our table. I couldn't look at him. He looked so
good, and now he was going to do what? He slipped in beside me.

     "We're closing in about ten minutes, but you guys can finish your
sodas," Neil said.

     I was sitting as close to the window as I could. I wanted space
between us. I definitely didn't want some homosexual touching me.

     "Do you have a problem with me?" Neil asked, turning to look at
me. I glanced away, avoiding his eyes.

     "No," I whispered.

     "Kiel was asking me if I'd talk to you."

     I stared at Kiel, but his head was turned away. He was blushing.
Maybe he didn't think Neil was going to be so forthright in his
approach.

     "Why would he do that?" I asked. My voice was so low I could
barely hear it myself.

     "Because maybe he thinks you might have a problem that I might be
able to help you with."

     "Excuse me," I said. Neil moved out of the booth and I got up and
left as quickly as I could without running. I couldn't talk to him. I
was not a homosexual. That's what Neil was. I was not like him and I had
to get out of there.

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A couple days later I was out throwing the basketball at the backboard. I
wasn't even trying to get it in the net. I figured I'd let Chance have
a go at making me into the next great basketball star. I tried not
noticing Kiel coming out his back door. I heard the gate on his fence
open, but I didn't want him thinking I was expecting him to come over. I
was still too mad at him.

     "You mom called me," Kiel said, sitting down on the grass beside
the driveway. "She said we need to make up before going to California.
I'm sorry for telling Neil you're queer. But, I thought after what Tim
said, you were."

     "Do you want to fuck me, too?"

     "No! Why would I want to do that?"

     "Because I'm queer. Is that what Tim said? I like taking it up the
ass so much, I'd even let you fuck me."

     "Stop it!"

     I threw the ball at the backboard and it circled the hoop before
dropping in.

     "Great shot!"

     "Yeah, wasn't even trying."

     "You're a natural. You should try out for basketball this year."

     "Cut the crap, okay? I'm not any good at basketball. That was just
a lucky shot. Do you know what it's like having other kids think you're
different?"

     I sat down close to Kiel, but not near him. I didn't want us to
have to talk loudly. I lay back onto the grass and stared up into a
cloudless sky. A jet flying west was leaving a contrail. It was a 707 or
something big like that. I wanted to be up there.

     "Everybody thinks I'm adopted," Kiel said, lying down so our
heads were closer, but not so close I might want to move away. "They
think because my dad's paralyzed he can't have kids."

     "That's not the same."

     "No, it's not. I'm sorry."

     "About what?"

     "I am sorry about telling Neil and asking him to talk to you."

     I didn't know what I wanted from Kiel. In the beginning, I thought
we might become friends. I hoped he was like me, maybe just a little bit.
Just enough to want to make out sometime, but now I didn't know if I
wanted him on our trip to California. And, yet, I kind of did.

     "Have you ever kissed another boy?"

     "Yeah."

     "You have?" I asked. Sitting up I turned to him. "I mean did you
kiss a guy like you were making out?"

     "I know what you mean."

     "What do you mean you know what I mean?"

     "I had a boyfriend. Okay?"

     "You mean ..."

     "Look, Geoff, I've done it with a guy. Okay? I've already had a
chat with Neil. You should, too. It might do you some good."

     "I'm not a homosexual, like Neil."

     "Why can't you admit it?"

     "Because, I'm not. I maybe queer, but I'm not a homosexual. You
can't make me believe they're the same thing."

     Kiel sat up and looked at me shaking his head.

     "My boyfriend's name was Eric. He's dead. He hung himself because
he couldn't accept what he was. I loved him, but that wasn't enough to
save him."

     "I'm not a homosexual. I'm not."

     "Okay, you don't have to be."

     I did though. I knew I'd be one, eventually. I'd read the books. I
liked guys. I didn't like girls, not even a little bit. Monica was my
friend. She had nothing to worrying about me trying to get it on with
her.

     But, Kiel admitting he was, well, that was a horse of a different
color entirely. I wondered if we could become friends or if we could just
go to the sex part and avoid getting involved with each other. That would
certainly simplify things.

     "I was hoping we could get to know each other," I said, lying back
down to stare at the sky. Clouds were starting to drift in from the west.
Big, billowy clouds that an imagination could turn into things like
castles, submarines, guys with big dicks. "But, I suppose I'm have to
admit ..."

     "You don't have to admit anything," Kiel said leaning down and
placing his lips against mine.

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There wasn't an orchestra playing, we weren't running toward each other
across a flower filled meadow, fireworks didn't go off. He followed me
up to my bedroom and sat on my bed as I locked my door. Kiel pulled off
his t-shirt revealing his skinny torso. There weren't a lot of muscles
anywhere.

     I sat down beside him and placed the palm of my hand against his
cheek. Our lips met once more. His tongue begged an opening. I met him
across the narrow divide. He was pulling off my t-shirt. I caressed his
chest feeling the small nipples under my hand. His hand was behind my
neck. Placing forefinger and thumb around a nipple, I squeezed and turned
my hand. Kiel moaned deep in his throat.

     His hand was unzipping my cut-offs, unbuttoning them, slipping under
the waistband of my briefs. He brushed his fingers against my growing
erection. He pulled away from our embrace.

     I looked at him as he knelt down on the floor between my legs. I
raised my buttocks slightly as he pulled my cut-offs and briefs down to
my ankles. He leaned in enveloping the head of my cock in his warm mouth.
His hand began rubbing, caressing, kneading my balls. I lay back on the
bed.

     I wanted the moment to last, but I was too quick, even for myself.
Kiel kept me in his mouth until the spasms subsided, my offering given
freely. There was nothing more for me to do.

     He stood up, removed his clothes, and lay down on top of me. We
kissed and I tasted myself on his tongue. His enormous erection was
pressed between us, moving back and forth across my tender skin. I wanted
him more than I was willing to admit.

     He was everything Stevie wasn't as he began to thrust against my
abdomen. He raised himself off my chest, leaning down to keep his lips
against mine. I spread my thighs trying to envelope his body, but my
cut-offs and briefs were still around my ankles keeping me from opening
myself to his thrusts. I felt him tense. His lips were clamped against
mine. His hot come spewed onto my chest, puddling in my abs.

     We lay quietly listening to our breathing. I never imagined having a
need to be fucked, but I wanted Kiel so much at that moment. I wanted him
inside me. I wanted us to become as we were intended.

     He rose off me, then rubbed his semen into my chest and abdomen, his
fingertips brushing against my nipples.

     "See, I told you, you don't have to admit anything," Kiel said
before lowering his mouth down over my new erection.