Date: Sun, 5 Sep 1999 20:20:43 -0500 (CDT)
From: comicality@webtv.net
Subject: "New Kid 24" (Gay Male/High School)

Welcome back! Here is the brand new chapter of "New Kid", I hope you all
enjoy it! And if not, then I'll just have to keep striving to one day
make the 'perfect' chapter, or the 'perfect' story, or maybe just a
'perfect' ass of myself for trying! Hehehehehe! So check it out, let me
know what you think at comicality@webtv.net, and when you have a chance,
drop by my website at http://www.comicality.org
-
"New Kid In School:"
24th Chapter

It's only been a day or two, but as usual, things seem to be slowly
working themselves out with Tyler. Since our talk a few nights ago, he's
gotten a little bit better, even flashing that awesome smile of his from
time to time. He began eating with me and Ryan again for lunch, but
whenever Sam and Matt walked into the cafeteria, even though they sat at
a different table, Tyler always made some excuse to leave early. I
suppose we couldn't expect him to just bounce back all of the sudden and
be 100% okay. But at least he was trying, and that's an improvement.
Ariel has basically been a ghost since the scene at the hospital. I
haven't seen him in class at all, but I knew he couldn't ditch forever.
What was weird was that I never even saw him in the halls anymore. I
really began to miss having him around. He was an integral part of our
little dysfunctional family, and lunch
wasn't the same without his shy giggles and occassional accidents. I
hope he's okay, and I hope that once the pain subsides, he'll come back
to join us again. It would be a period of adjustment for him, I'm sure,
but he was a good friend to me, to all of us. It would be a shame to
have him shut us out over this. I guess it was just strange having us
all seperated after being a single unit for so many months now.
Sam and Matt were as happy as ever. They would sometimes stop by my
house after school to say hello and play a few video games. Matt told me
that his basement was still always open if Ryan and I ever wanted to use
it for some privacy, but we decided to let things cool down a bit first.
It's odd, but every once in a while when I kissed Ryan, I could feel
myself holding back a little bit. Like I was betraying Ariel, like I was
hurting Tyler, as though I felt guilty for something I didn't do. Just
once, I wish everything could be perfect. Just perfect. No worries, no
relationship problems, no broken hearts or wild suspicions....just
perfect. Like in the movies, or on tv, or in those wild erotic stories
on the net. Moving towards that kind of love was something I was willing
to spend the rest of my life trying to achieve. Then again, is there
such a thing as 'perfect love'? A certain level so high, so intense,
that both people are totally consumed by its beauty and simply can't get
any higher? I don't know. I'd like to think there wasn't, maybe there
shouldn't be. I'd like to believe that love is as infinite as time
itself, an emotional wormhole that went on for all eternity. Peerfect
love? I say a perfect love is something that keeps growing, never
ceasing to deepen and evolve, changing constantly to fill our souls.
That's perfection to me. And that's Randy's cheese ball philosophical
moment of the day!
It was really cool having Tyler come over to my place after school these
days. Even when Ryan was there, we cooled it long enough to be a good
friend to him in all this. We didn't want to rub his nose in the fact
that such a perfect couple could exist. Not to brag, but I was actually
beginning to believe that was what we were...a perfect couple. Unreal.
There would be times when we would all be sitting at the kitchen table,
just the three of us, laughing and joking and having a great time, and
something strange would hit me. We were the BEST of friends. With no
secrets, no little games, no masks. The three of us....who would have
thought? There was once a time when Tyler was a threat to everything I
held dear to me, when I would have been happy to choke him to death to
keep him away from me, or heaven forbid, run him over repeatedly with a
golf cart! And now here we were like the Three Musketeers, making peanut
butter sandwiches and talking like old college buddies. It was a
peaceful feeling sometimes.
Our afternoon chats had almost become a daily ritual around my house,
and if Ryan would just kiss me before he left, it would be just as
satisfying as even our most exhilirating sex sessions. That was another
thing that was really cool lately. Since I've been back from the
hospital, I think our love had gone beyond sex. Don't get me wrong, we
still had our moments....BOY did we have our moments! But now all it
took was a gentle touch, a hand to brush my hair out of my eyes for me,
a giggle, or a simple kiss, to show how we felt about each other. But
this was Ryan's kiss, a special kiss...a perfect kiss. And it spoke
volumes.
Thursday...the most pointless day of the week. You have Wednesday, which
is basically the middle of the week to get over that 'hump'. Then
Friday, glorious Friday! But Thursday? There hasn't been anything
special about Thursday at all since Seinfeld went off the air. What made
it worse was the anticipation of this big party tomorrow. A make out
party! My first one ever! I wasn't quite sure what to expect from this.
There was this black shroud of mystery around the whole thing, and I was
dying to find out what it was all about. On the other hand, I was
terrified that I'd go there and possibly screw it up. Once you mess up
at a make out party, your chances of getting a job in the future are
pretty much shot. You could be a straight A student with a mile long
resume and a recommendation from the Pope himself...but once your boss
finds out that you're a teenage boy who can't kiss a girl the right way,
your application goes right into the "Don't hire this dork" file. Not
that it mattered. It'd be just perfect if I could make a living
practicing my technique with Ryan all day. A proffessional Kissologist
maybe.
"Dude, you're phasing again." Ryan said as we walked down the hall. My
mind seems to go WAY off track from time to time.
"What were we talking about?" I asked, my mind still working out the
details of this whole make out party fiasco.
"Hailey...remember her? I said I hear she's the one who invited me to
the party. That's so cool. She's always kinda liked me, but I thought
she had forgotten about it by now. So....now all we have to do is find
out who invited YOU." He grinned.
"I don't want to think about it. I'm driving myself crazy about this
party as it is."
"Randy, just relax. It's not a big deal. It's not like we're being
adopted into a cult of nomads who sacrifice goats in the name of Satan's
army or anything. These are the people we go to school with everyday.
It's a PARTY, like any other party. Except at this one you know you're
gettin' some!" Ryan said with a wicked smile. He was so cute sometimes.
"You know, this is all your fault! If you hadn't given me that damn
hickey I never would have attracted all this attention." I said. I was
scared, worried, nervous, and almost ready to back out of the whole
affair.
"Sigh...you're thinking too much again. Just take it easy and everything
will be okay..." I put my hand out to stop Ryan in mid-sentence.
I saw him out of the corner of my eye at first, just a quick flash of a
familiar face, but there was no mistaking it...it was Ariel. It was the
first time I had seen him since he left the hospital in tears, and
finally seeing his delicate features and dark hair pass me in the hall,
I got a slight rush of excitement out of it. "Ariel! Dude wait up!" I
called out over the crowd of kids. He turned a little, his big brown
puppy dog eyes searching the crowd, but once he caught a glimpse of me
and Ryan standing against the lockers, he turned away and started
walking faster. I moved forward a bit, trying to push my way through the
masses, but he ducked away behind a corner or something. I know he saw
me, I know he heard me. Geez, so now he didn't even want to talk to me?
I must have screwed up really bad on this one. I really didn't want to
hurt him by lying, and I didn't want to hurt him by keeping it a secret,
and I didn't want to hurt him by telling him the truth either. What was
I supposed to do? He was my friend, I wanted him to make it through
this. But it looks like he's choosing to do this on his own for right
now. Oh who am I fooling? I guess in some sick way I enjoyed having
Ariel chase after me. I loved the feeling of knowing that he was
watching me, dreaming about me, wanting me. And I used him, I led him
on, knowing very well what I was doing the whole time. I was such an
asshole about it all. I could have said something before he got that
bad. I was just being selfish. I just hope he doesn't hate me...too
much.
I stared off into the crowd where I last saw him, and I felt Ryan walk
up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry dude. He
doesn't hate you, he just needs some time. That's all."
"I suppose. But I didn't want it to end like this, you know? I
wanted...well, I don't know what I wanted, but it wasn't this."
Just then we heard the bell ring and we figured we'd better get to
class. Still....there was something that made me want to chase after
Ariel. Something that made me want to face him again. An unfinished make
up or break up type of deal. Even if it meant him spiting in my face and
saying he never wanted to speak to me again, it would at least let me
know what was on his mind. Perfect...now I've got more too think about.
I was about ready to doze off in the middle of Spanish class when one of
Ryan's little notes happened to land in my lap. I don't even know why he
asked if I wanted to anymore...he KNEW the answer. I couldn't resist the
strawberry blond, hazel eyed bastard if I tried. However, today I
certainly wasn't going to let it get as far as our last little 'bathroom
break', but anything was better than trying to hear Mikey at the front
of the class read about a little boy who lost his shoe in Spanish. I
made my exit and Ryan met me in the hallway, the two of us grinning at
each other as we practically skipped to the loo, as they say. I was dead
serious about holding back on him this time though. Having sex at school
was beyond dangerous. We're talking MAJOR problems if we ever got
caught. I can see it now, the words 'Randy and Ryan are fags!' traveling
through the high school gossip network now. Even the geeks that nobody
talked to would know by the end of the day. It would be in the school
newspaper, the lunch menu, a big banner outside, signs on top of the
drivers Ed cars, logos on the back of school jackets, it would be
everywhere. Then they'd put a picture of us in the yearbook with a
caption that said "The only two queers in school." Funny how the mind
works sometimes. Anyway, I'll be strong. Just a few long hugs, a little
kissing...okay, a LOT of kissing, a few squeezes of his perfect ass, and
that's it. No more. Actually, thinking about it as we walked made me
even hornier. Be good Randy, be good. Don't need any more problems.
We opened the door grinning a bit, ready to indulge in a swift
passionate make out session to get us through the day, but Ryan quickly
stopped in front of me. I looked over his shoulder to see what was up,
and saw two other boys in the middle of the bathroom. It looked like
maybe they were just talking, but it was a bit of a surprise. People
hardly ever come into that bathroom during classes.
"....Hey." One of them said, and taking a closer look I recognized him.
Medium length light blond hair, cute as a button, seductively slim,
almost a Taylor Hanson look alike. I think he said his name was Wil, but
it's hard to remember. Last time I saw him I had a LOT of other things
on my mind.
"Hey...Wil, long time no see." Ryan said, a bit surprised, but also a
bit disappointed for not being able to have our privacy. And here we
thought it was the perfect time for it.
Wil was standing next to another boy, just as cute, a little bigger than
he was though. He was thin, but a little more defined, not as much of a
waif as Wil was. He had brown eyes and light brown hair, they would make
a nice couple if they were 'that way'. There was a slight moment of
silence in the room, as though neither one of us knew exactly what to
say. It was a weird pause that I couldn't quite explain. Had we maybe
walked in on something here?
"Um...this is my friend Tommy. Tommy, this is Ryan, and this is Randy."
Wil said, and Tommy nervously greeted us with a smile. I shook his hand
and another uncomfortable silence fell over the room. This one even
worse, like both couples were just waiting for the other to do what they
came to do and leave or something. This was really very strange, and the
more nervous Wil and Tommy got, the more I wondered exactly we
interrupted here. The air got a little thicker and finallly Wil turned
to Tommy and said, "Listen, we can talk about this later, ok? Please?"
"I don't see what the problem is, but fine. Whatever." And Tommy grabbed
his bag and walked out, much to Wil's apparent disappointment. Wil
looked at us, smiling despite the fact that he was obviously hurt at
that moment, and threw something in the trash. A crumpled up, pink piece
of paper.
"I've gotta run. Good seeing you guys again." And Wil walked past me to
leave. Odd situation that was. It seemed that we had possibly caught the
tail end of a fight between two friends. And I didn't know either one of
them that well, but I remember Wil and that Tommy guy being quite the
dynamic duo. They were like bread and butter, those two. I've never seen
them be so...I don't know, 'distant' with each other before.
Ryan looked me in the eyes and we were both too curious to let it go, so
we ran over to the garbage to see what Wil had thrown out. It was an
invitation, and it had Tommy's name on it. To the same make out party we
were going to. Very strange indeed.
I threw it back in the trash, and the second I turned my back on him,
Ryan snaked his loving arms around me. "I missed you this week." He
whispered, sensually kissing the back of my neck. His hot breath blowing
gently into my ear, Ryan's deep raspy voice sent warm vibrations rushing
through me, and his hands ran around in small circles on my soft
stomach. We didn't have much time left, I guess he wanted to at least
get me riled up before the next class.
I sighed, letting all the air race out of my lungs. Wow. Something about
Ryan's sweet embrace filled me with such an incredible feeling of love
and safety. As though I could do no wrong, as though no one could touch
me the way he could. I could easily hide away in Ryan's perfect love
forever. That's right...perfect love. "But...but you've...seen me
everyday...this..week....hmmmmmm....that feels awesome." I stuttered
breathlessly as he gently nibbled on my neck and collar bone. His hands
worked their way under my shirt and massaged my chest, pulling my shirt
up past my belly, getting me harder and hornier with every sensation.
"Mmmmmm...you know what I mean, lover. I miss you...ALL of you." He
kissed my neck tenderly. "Your body..." He nibbled my earlobe. "Your
flavor..." He kissed my cheek while reaching down to the front of my
pants with one hand. "Your scent..." And he grabbed my erection through
my pants, almost causing me to explode in a sexual frenzy! "Everything
about you is just so unbelievably beautiful. God I love you." His
whispers were driving me insane, and with the first stroke of my long
hard on, I shook with the beginning pings of orgasm...worried that I
wouldn't be able to stop if he touched me again. Worried that I wouldn't
be able to control myself any longer and would risk getting caught just
for the opportunity to taste him. I was going completely out of control!
"Oh...ohhh...Ryan? I think....I think I'm gonna..mmmm..." I whimpered,
my hips gyrating erotically in front of him, rubbing my ass against him,
trying to ignore the weakness in my knees enough to stand. I was close,
soooo close. But the weird thing is that it felt so good that I didn't
dare tell him to stop. I knew there was about to be a mess, a big
problem for me to hide for the rest of the day. But I almost anticipated
it. I actually welcomed the mess. I needed him, I needed release, I
needed this feeling inside of me to come rushing out so I could share
the intense feelings in my heart and soul with the only boy I've ever
loved. Heaven must be like this, and if it isn't...I don't ever want to
go.
I was getting closer, and closer, and closer still, almost ready to
erupt....when the bell rang! I grabbed Ryan's hand, trying to get him to
keep going, but he pulled away, adjusting the front of his pants so he
wouldn't show, knowing that anyone could walk in at any moment. Thank
goodness ONE of us was thinking that day. He regretfully stepped back
from me, and without his body heat mixing with mine, I felt the coldness
of reality rushing in to greet me. My body was still teetering on the
very edge of orgasm, my entire teenage frame shivering and shaking as my
cock twitched and tingled with maddening sensitivity. A kiss from Ryan
right now would push me over the edge for sure. I closed my eyes and put
a hand out to grab the wall for balance. I was tenting the front of my
pants something awful, but I knew that if I even touched my boner to
readjust it to go outside, I would gush hot cum all over myself. I was
panting hard, my brow glistened wih a thin sheen of sweat, my heart
raced...the feeling just wouldn't stop! I just needed a minute to relax.
I caught my breath and opened my eyes to see Ryan staring back at me, a
sly grin on his face.
"Hehehehe....are you ok dude? Are you gonna be good to walk back to
class?" He grinned.
"Oh shut up you tease!" I laughed. "I just need a few seconds, okay?"
"Did I do all that? I'm sorry dude, hehehehe, look, come over to my
house later and I'll finish what we started and then some. Deal?" Even
Ryan's perfect little voice and killer smile was enough to intensify the
ticklish jitters in my loins. He was just too cute for words sometimes.
I didn't answer him, and he kept looking at me, examining me, his hazel
eyes were peering through me, filling me with love like they had the
first day we met, and it didn't help my situation at all. His shy
giggles made the sensation worse...it was like he was making love to me
without any physical contact at all. I heard the sound of footsteps
walking past the bathroom door, followed by a hundred others, and we
knew that the halls were full of kids. Some of them were sure to stop
into the bathroom. So I consciously tried to "will" the erection to go
away, and I was almost ready to ask Ryan to leave so it wouldn't be such
an uphill battle.
The door opened and a few guys walked in. I quickly used my bag to cover
my six incher, and the second it touched me, I spasmed with another
orgasmic tremor, threatening to send me over the edge. The guys weren't
really paying us any attention, but Ryan, being the mischevious little
demon he is, started talking to them! What the hell was he doing? Didn't
he know what kind of position I was in?
They responded, I guess happy that the famous Ryan was striking up a
conversation with them, and he asked them if they knew about the party
on Friday.
"Sure, I'm gonna be there. How about you dude?" One of them said.
"Oh yeah," Ryan said. "I plan to be there. Even though I've already got
a little something on the side going on this afternoon." He said.
Omigod! Sometimes Ryan's little games scared the shit out of me!
"Got a nice piece of ass waiting on ya, huh?" They said.
"Yep. The sweetest, tightest, roundest piece of ass you could ever
imagine. And I plan to do it over and over again today until we're both
worn out. Mmmmm...I can just taste it now!" He said, and he stuck his
middle finger in his mouth, sucking it lewdly in my direction, making
sure that I got the message. He was really pushing it! But it was so
funny I had to laugh to myself a little. The tingling sensations got
worse, and I held the bag closer to my crotch, clutching it tightly to
hopefully cut off the flow and prevent an unwanted accident. But Ryan
wasn't letting me off that easy.
He walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulder! "Yeah, Randy
here has got something on the line for this afternoon too!" I elbowed
him in the ribs, making him back away a little in pain. But he only
smiled and moved close again, this time using his hand to gently push my
bag across my still hard erection. The feeling of its weight sliding
across the sensitive length of my cock, so near to orgasm and then
denied that ultimate release, was enough to tighten my stomach muscles
and make me groan a little involuntarily. I almost doubled over in the
pleasure that one motion brought me! "Yes, he's got a hottie waiting for
him. And she's really freaky too." He leaned closer to decrease the
already slim distance between us. "And she's ready to do ANYTHING to
prove how much she loves him. ANYTHING." And he made sure to blow in my
ear a bit to intensify the already heart stopping effect.
"Wow! Congrats Randy! Who's the lucky lady?" They asked, now focusing on
me.
I was stuck! What the hell do I say now?
"Um...well...um....she's...uhhh..."
"Yeah, the prick won't tell ME either." Ryan said, saving the day. And
he pushed the book again!
I nearly dropped to my knees this time and couldn't believe that Ryan
was going to such lengths to 'test' me in fron of two other guys! Then
one of them said, "Well, I guess I'll see you two at the party then
huh?" And they washed up and walked out.
As soon as the door closed, I began hitting Ryan in the arm hard! "You
sneaky, double crossing, no conscious having, son of a BITCH!"
"Owwww!!! What'd I do?"
"You know damn well what you were doing! God Dammit dude, you're gonna
get both of our asses kicked!" I said, giving him another few slugs for
good measure.
"Okay, okay! Geez! Just having a little fun, that's all!" I gave him one
more good punch and then broke out into a smile. He held my arms down at
my sides to save himself from another punch, and then he kissed me
sweetly on the lips. "Watch it Randy, I already gave you a black eye
once!"
We laughed about it a bit and then took off before he got me in any MORE
trouble. The rest of the day went as planned up until almost the end of
the day. I went to art class as always, and Ariel actually decided to
show up for once. He never spoke a word, or even looked in my direction
when he walked in. He took his seat at the easel next to me, a seat he
probably chose on purpose at the beginning of the semester to be close
to me, to draw the load of boxes and stuff the teacher gave us to
'experiment' with. Our teacher must have had some kind of fetish for
boxes and fruit because that's all we ever seemed to do in that class
most of the time.
"Hey Ariel..." I said shyly.
"......Hey." He repeated quietly, never once looking up from his
drawing. He really was very good, and he was keeping his attention on
the paper and chalks, but there was something else involved here. He was
purposely avoiding me. I guess it was to be expected, so after he didn't
even attempt to keep up the conversation after the initial greeting, I
decided to let it go. We worked in silence for a little bit, only the
sounds of a cheap radio playing 'easy listening' type music and the
scratching of chalk on paper filling the room. I waited, and waited,
hoping Ariel would be the first to break down and say something. But he
didn't, he just kept doodling away as though he didn't care, and it
drove me crazy! So I made the first move.
"So where have you been the past few days? I kinda missed you."
"Did you? Oh, well don't worry. I've been around." And he went right
back to drawing. It was the very first time I've known Ariel to be cold
or unattentive about ANYTHING. And it frightened me because I thought
that maybe this was really it. Maybe he really hated me and it was all
over for us. I could tell in the way he was acting, he just didn't see
me as anything to look forward to anymore. He didn't even see me as a
friend. That's what I got from him, and I hoped that I was wrong.
After another ten minutes, I looked over to him and there he was,
unchanged. "Dude, come on! I never meant to hurt you okay? Can't we just
get past this and go back to being friends?" I said.
"I'm not hurt."
"Ariel...just talk to me."
"I'm NOT hurt! I'm just tying to finish this damn drawing and you keep
fucking it all up for me! Just leave me alone! Jesus!" He snapped back.
It was loud enough for half the class to hear, and they all turned to
see what the heck actually had quiet Ariel in an uproar. He had never
yelled at me before...he had never yelled at ANYBODY before! He actually
stared me down for a few seconds and then went back to his drawing. It
cut through me like a knife. Had what I had done to him really angered
and upset him that much? Was I such an asshole that he would never speak
to me again? I've never lost a best friend before, that's what he
was...a BEST friend, and I never knew what losing one would mean. Now I
did. I was almost brought to tears right there in class. Not because of
what he said to me, but because I deserved it. Because I had made him
feel so bad that he couldn't stand to look at me anymore. That in some
way, perhaps even many ways, I had betrayed every bit of trust and love
and friendship he had ever given me. THAT'S what hurt the most. I turned
away from him, and didn't try to talk to him anymore for the rest of
class. I was ashamed and embarassed and trying to work the situation out
was only going to make things worse between us. That's it. I guess I
lose this time around. Sad as it may be.
After class, Ariel flashed me a look, one that I couldn't quite read,
and it said one of two things. Either "I'm sorry, and let's forget the
whole thing" or "Get out of my face and stay away from me forever." I
couldn't exactly decipher which one it was. Big difference though. I had
never seen him be so far from a smile. He threw his bag over his
shoulder and walked out without saying a word, and I had no choice but
to let him go. I walked out afterwards, but saw Jenny as soon as I hit
the hallway.
"What's up? Having a good one?" She said, smiling and taking a hold of
my arm. Geez, I said I was going to call her last night and never did. I
hope she doesn't remember that, I don't want her to think I was blowing
her off or anything.
"Hey J. Awww, you know me, same old, same old. If bad stuff isn't
happening, then I'm waiting for it to happen. How about you?"
"Pretty good actually. You know..." and that's how it started. A run on
sentence that summed up every single detail of her day. One that she
said without taking a single breath, and one that baffled me because I
didn't think so many things could happen in a single school day.
Perfect, now she was gonna expect me to comment on all this when she's
done and I haven't even been paying attention! "...So what do you
think?" She said, signaling the end of her legendary tale.
"Ummmm....well...."
"Randy! What's up?" Ryan shouted out, and he walked over, saving me from
making a fool of myself. "Say, you almost ready to go? I'll meet you
outside afterschool and then we can hurry home." He said. Then he and
Jenny traded hellos and Jenny soon went her seperate way. But not before
saying goodbye to me and telling me that she'd 'see me soon'.
Then Tyler walked up from behind and tapped me on the shoulder. "Hey
fellas! Guess what? I got this video from China Town! A Japanimation
flick called Ninja Scroll! What say we watch it today after school
instead of the usual chit chat huh?" He seemed so happy, Tyler didn't
appear to even notice how much time he had been spending with me and
Ryan these days. Not that we minded having him around, but it was a bit
much lately. I mean, he was our best friend and all, but me and Ryan
were missing out on major...um....'together' time. And I know I said
that we had gone beyond sex, but we weren't quite ready to go celibate
for goodness sakes.
Ryan actually pulled me aside and said he needed to talk to me in
private for a second. "Randy...look dude...I know Tyler is your best
friend, and mine too, and I want to help him through his hard times as
much as anybody else...but...well...um..." He was soooo cute! I knew
what he meant, but seeing him timidly trying to say it in a political,
non-offensive way was just adorable.
"I know dude. I know. But...I can't just turn him away. What do you want
me to say? Sorry, I have a boyfriend and plan to have sex with him
today? One day you'll have a boyfriend too and you'll understand, come
back later? He just....he needs his friends right now."
"I need YOU Randy Stephens. I honestly do." Ryan said, his sexy voice
lifting me to cloud 9, his smile making me weak as always. PERFECT! Now
how was I supposed to tell Tyler to politely get lost for an afternoon
without hurting his feelings or making him feel unwanted?
I walked back to Tyler and said, "Hey Tyler, I'm gonna run out for a
while after school first. So....do you think maybe you could give me
about an hour before you come over?" Ryan seemed a little disappointed,
probably wanting to spend the entire afternoon wrapped around each
other, but he figured that it was better than nothing.
"Um...okay. Sounds great! See ya then!" And then Tyler hurried off to
his next class happily. I'd hate to do anything to make Tyler unhappy in
any way. Besides, he was really becoming addicted to our little visits
after school. I guess that when you've been stretched out so badly for
the unbelievable power of love, and that love is suddenly gone, you need
to fill it up with something. And I was willing to help him through that
if I could. Anyway, the very LAST thing I need is another person pissed
at me.
The rest of the day was basically a blur to me, and Ryan met me right
outside of class when the final bell rung for the day. He didn't want to
waste a single minute, afterall, Tyler would be there in just an hour.
So my chariot awaits, and I was carried away to the car quickly for our
few moments of fun. I had to admit, I was a little excited myself. I
mean I hadn't realized how long it had been since our last little
interlude. Two or three days! Must be a record.
About five minutes later, Ryan screeched his car to a halt in his
driveway, and he leaned over to kiss me deeply before getting out of the
car, an obvious erection poking the front of his pants out in front of
him. I followed closely behind him, rock hard myself, and waited
impatiently as he fumbled with the keys. He opened the door and we
spilled inside, twirling around the room as our lips met passionately,
licking and sucking at each other's faces ravenously as all time stopped
for the both of us. I dropped my bag to the floor and tightly gripped
Ryan's soft ass cheeks with both hands, pulling him against me and
hearing him moan outloud. His lips were so pefect, soft, warm, wet...the
kiss stole my life from my lips and breathed in a new one to take its
place. I loved him so much.
"Ryan? Is that you?" A voice said from the kitchen. His DAD was home!!!
He walked around the corner just as we jumped back away from each other,
our lips making a gentle sucking noise. I grabbed my bag just in time to
hide myself, and Ryan was able to hide his boner behind the end of the
couch. His dad gave us a weird look at first, and then said, "Oh, didn't
know you were here Randy. Um...so what are you guys up to today?"
"Uhhh....actually dad, I was just dropping off the car, and we were
thinking of hitting the arcade for a while. If that's alright." Ryan
said.
I was speechless, as I usually am in front of Ryan's dad. He HAD to have
known what we were thinking. Sometimes I could swear he was just
disgusted with the whole idea of me being with his only son. I don't
know what it was, but I just felt uncomfortable having an adult know,
they were the 'other species' afterall.
He didn't try to stop us, so Ryan quickly gave me the signal and pushed
me out the front door. "Okay, Plan B. Is your mom home?"
"No, don't think so. But..."
"GOOD! Let's go!" And he grabbed my hand, running with me down the
street to my place. He really was horny, wasn't he? He pushed me up to
the door and waited for me to open it, hurrying me inside and he beat ME
to the bedroom. I saw him take his shirt off and couldn't help but laugh
a little. "What? What's the matter?"
"A little anxious aren't we?" I giggled.
Ryan was still breathing hard from our little jog, and he looked down at
his shirt on the floor, and a look came over him like he didn't realize
he was already topless. He grinned himself and actually blushed over his
haste at getting into my pants. There he was, my perfect angel, standing
in the middle of my room, turning red, his shy smile making me wet with
anticipation. His hazel eyes sparkled as he cast them down to the floor,
covered partially by strands of strawberry blond wonder, and his bare
chest was so erotically smooth, two small buds erect and waiting to be
teased, a small teen stomach with the beginnings of a cute little six
pack, and a tender neck and shoulders that made my mouth water for their
taste. "Hehehehe, I'm sorry dude. I guess I was being a bit selfish
today, wasn't I? You know...if you don't want to do anything that's
cool. We can just sit and talk...or something...if you want." He said
bashfully. But he looked up at me from under the soft hairs in his face,
and I could tell that he didn't mean a word of it! Hehehehe! My
handsome, horny, little boyfriend...gotta love him.
I didn't answer, I just slowly walked over and ran my hands up and down
his chest softly, feeling the creamy skin melt under my fingertips, and
then up the sides of his neck to gently caress the sides of his face,
and pulled him in for a loving kiss on the lips.
We held it for a few seconds before the phone rang. Naturally I ignored
it, but it kept ringing, and ringing, and ringing! I continued to kiss
Ryan, concentrating harder so that the phone would fade into the
background and I could enjoy myself...but soon my annoyance turned to
frustration and I just couldn't focus at all! "WHAT THE HELL???" I said.
I mean, most people would hang up after the fourth or fifth ring, but
this was going on ten or twelve now!!! I stormed away from Ryan to pick
up the phone. "HELLO!" I screamed, trying to hold back my anger enough
to speak.
"HEY RANDY!!!" Came a happy voice fom the other end.
"Hello?" It sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place who it was.
"Yeah? It's me!"
"Me who?"
There was a slight pause, and then the voice said, "Awww...you mean you
forgot about me?" And the second I heard that little dissappointed
'toyless kid on Christmas' whine, I knew EXACTLY who it was.
"Wilson? Hey....uh...no, no buddy I didn't forget ya."
"COOL! You remember! Wow! See? I told ya I'd call!" He was so happy, so
overjoyed, it would be a shame to just cut him off and tell him to call
me back later. Preferably 37 minutes from now!
"Yeah...yeah...you did, didn't you?" I sighed as I sat down on the bed.
I felt Ryan's hands travel slowly up my thighs as he knelt down in front
of me. He leaned forward to gently gnaw on my privates through the
material of my pants while I spoke to Wilson, and I used one of my hands
to run my fingers through his silky hair. My heartbeat sped up, and I
tried to control my voice as Wilson continued to yap about getting out
of the hospital and going back to school and the time his friend Billy
killed a cockroach with his bare hands and the new Limp Bizkut cd. He
never seemed to stay on one subject for very long, but somehow I managed
to keep up. It was then when I felt Ryan slowly undoing my zipper and
pulling my cock out of the fly. He rubbed it up and down his smooth face
a few times before licking it seductively around the head. My body
nearly curled up into the fetal position from that, and Wilson must have
noticed a change in my response time.
"What was that?"
"What was what?" I said, feeling Ryan's expert tongue teasing and
tempting me in amazing ways. It had been a long day in terms of sexual
stimulation, my body was ready to explode.
"You made a noise. What are you doing?" He said. And just then, Ryan
slid his soft lips down the length of my stiff six incher and I was
bathed in the hot slippery wetness of his mouth.
My whole body shook before I could answer. But finally I managed to
stutter out, "Uh....uhhhh.....nothing....nothing much." I was writhing
in pleasure now as Ryan's tongue ran circles around the bottom of my
penis, and his breath rustled the thin patch of pubic hairs above it. I
shuddered again, and tried to keep my body still long enough to speak.
"Nuh-uh! You're doing something. Is your boyfriend there?" Wilson said
mischeviously. Couldn't get much past him, not that I was doing too good
of an acting job at that moment.
"Huh? No....no...Ryan's not...he's not here." I tried to squirm my way
out of his suction for a second to make Wilson believe me, but when I
lifted my hips, Ryan only grabbed my cheeks and forced me deeper into
his throat, his nose brushing my pubes, and he only sucked harder. The
more I tried to calm down, the better it felt.
"Is he sucking your dick right now? I bet he is! Is it good? What's it
feel like? Does he like it? Are you gonna do him next?" Wilson asked a
billion questions all at once and I couldn't think straight long enough
to keep up the act. I moaned loudly into the phone and Wilson giggled
happily. "WHOAH! Must be pretty good huh? Can I listen?"
"W-W-Wilson...I have to go...o...ok?"
"Awwww, c'mon! I won't tell nobody!"
"I'll talk to you later buddy." And I basically just threw the receiver
in the direction of the phone to hang it up. Perfect, now I've corrupted
some poor youngster into our sick little world. Ha ha ha! Little
pervert. Ryan heard the phone click, and that's when he released a
really loud groan of ecstacy and sucked at me even harder. My eyes
rolled back in my head and he lifted one of my legs to spread them even
further apart. His hands were all over me, and the incredible sucking,
swirling tongue and lips massaged my cock with a hot moisture that made
my whole body tingle.
I didn't know whether to grip onto the sheets to keep myself steady, or
bury my fingers in the corn silk of Ryan's hair as he bobbed up and down
on me, his moans letting me know that he was enjoying this just as much
as I was if not more. It was so good that I saw stars, unable to keep my
body still. His mouth was watering as he slid up and down, up and down,
at his own erotic pace, and the begginings of a powerful orgasm built up
inside of me. It kept going, getting more and more intense, until my
thighs ached with the impending crash. I took a deep breath, and held it
for an eternity as Ryan's motions took me over the edge and I thrashed
and whimpered uncontrollably. After such a long break between being
together, and after our near miss in the bathroom today...the climax was
HUMONGOUS!!! I kept cumming, in gallons it seemed, and the strong pulses
in my swollen member shook my entire body as it twitched wildly between
the cushioned perfection of Ryan's lips. He sucked down as much as he
could, but it was quite a load, and some of it spilled over the sides of
his mouth. I nearly fainted. There's nothing like an orgasm derived from
love.
Just then, as Ryan climbed up on top of me to bury his sweet face into
my neck, his naked hips grinding into me, I heard a sound. A very light,
high pitched sound, like someone talking. That's when I looked over at
the phone and saw that the receiver had missed its mark! It was still
hanging slightly off of the craddle, and Wilson was still on!
"Wilson???"
"Yeah!"
"You're still here??? What were you doing? Did you hear anything?"
"Um...no." He said, and then I heard him stiffle a giggle. That little
BASTARD! "Hey, what was that noise?"
"What noise?"
"That noise...it sounded like 'uuuunnnhhh' or something!"
DAMMIT! I do NOT make that sound! "Goodbye Wilson!" I laughed, and hung
up the phone before he could torture me any more. I sighed out loud and
lightly rubbed my fingers up and down Ryan's backside for a few seconds,
ready to return the favor he had just given me...when there was a knock
at the door downstairs! Was Tyler early? Oh shit!
Ryan rolled off of me and we both started getting dressed right away. I
didn't expect him to be fifteen minutes early, geez. If he knew we were
up here being 'intimate' he'd feel like he wasn't wanted or something.
Didn't want that. I got dressed first and raced downstairs, making sure
I didn't have any evidence of post orgasmic afterglow on me, and I
opened the door. I looked out expecting to greet Tyler with a hearty
smile and a high five...but it wasn't Tyler...it was Ariel!
"Ariel? Wow...um...hi." I stumbled.
"Hey...look, do you mind if I come in for a minute?" He said, soft
spoken as ever, but he was here, at my house, by himself. I never
thought he would have had the guts. Just then, Ryan walked up behind me
and was equally surprised to see our shy young buddy in the doorway.
Ariel looked at the two of us and said, "Oh......look, I can come back
later if you guys...if you're..."
"NO! No dude, come on in!" I said, stepping aside. Ariel walked into the
kitchen and stopped halfway, shaking, trembling, like some cold wet
kitten on a winter's day. "It's good to see you man. It really is."
"Can I talk to you for a few minutes, and then I'm outta here, I
promise." I agreed, but then he looked over at Ryan and said,
"Alone.....no offense Ryan."
"None taken. I'll be in the back." Ryan said, and went back into my
room.
I stood there waiting for Ariel to tell me to either get lost or be his
friend again. I was so hoping for the latter. "So what's this all about
man?"
"Um...can...can you do me a silly favor...?"
"Sure, anything."
"Can you turn around for me?"
Turn around? "Can I what?"
"Just....please, turn your back to me for a second. I wanna tell you
something and I can't do it with you looking at me. Okay?" Ariel's voice
was so shaky and strained he sounded like a seven year old. But I did as
he asked and turned around. He paused for a few seconds, and then took a
few deep breaths before beginning. "Randy...I just wanted to let you
know...um...I've never told this to ANYBODY! I never even said it to
myself. But....but...Randy...I'm gay."
I started to turn around to meet his eyes, "Awwww dude...you really
don't have to..."
But Ariel held my shoulders and pushed me to face forward again. I told
him again that he didn't have to do this, but he just said, "Yes, Randy.
I do. Just...humor me for a second okay? I NEED this." I turned around,
and he continued, his voice choking up a little as stray tears fell from
his eyes. "I've...I've never had sex before, but I know. I just know.
It's not just what I want...it's who I am." Wow, Ariel was actually
emptying his heart and soul right in front of me. I could hear him
sniffling behind me,and I could tell that he was really struggling with
this, but he felt it had to be done. So I listened attentively as he
stumbled through it, letting him purge his demons to the man he once
loved, and the first boy he's ever trusted with his most precious
secret.
After another few minutes, he paused to wipe his eyes. "Thank you
Ariel...you have no idea how much this means to me." I said.
"Wait...there's something else. We're...we're friends Randy...good
friends...and....and..." He started to cry again and fought it back
before going on. "...and I want you to know that I think it's so
beautiful...so perfect...that you and Ryan found each other..."
"Ariel..."
"No...please...let me finish. Randy, I just want you to know...that I'm
very....happy...for you, and for Ryan. I hope you two will last
forever...and I hope...I hope you and me can still be...friends after
all this...because....because..." He was getting ready to say it,
finally, after all this time, he was going to say it. But he just
couldn't get the words out, he couldn't tell me what was on his mind,
not at all. And that frustration came back to him, making him cry
harder.
I couldn't take anymore and turned around to walk over and give him a
loving hug. I think it caught him by surprise, and he attempted to pull
back for a second, but I wouldn't let go. I'd never let go. And soon
Ariel stopped struggling and just let it all out, hugging me tightly and
crying softly on my shoulder. I suppose this was his way of getting over
it all, the crush, the love, the signals, the time we'd spent together,
it was all a part of our perfect little history now. And we were better
friends for it. I think we were going to be okay. Thank goodness.
Just then my doorbell rang, and Ariel jumped up like he had just been
waken out of a dream. "Oh...oh man, I'm sorry. Look, I've gotta go." And
he spun around to grab what little stuff he brought with him and was
basically ready to run out of the house. I opened the front door and
Tyler was standing there smiling, with video in hand.
"You guys ready?" He said happily. And the second he stepped inside the
door, Ariel walked up to him, trying to squeeze past so he could get out
of their. He kept his head down to hide the fact that he had been
crying, and his dark brown hair fell into his eyes, obscurring his face
even more. "Hey...I'm Tyler."
"Um....hi..." And there was a little break before Ariel just sped away,
never once looking back. Still shy as ever I take it.
Ryan walked out of the bedroom to greet Tyler and the three of us went
to the living room to set up the movie. "So who was that?" Tyleer asked.
"Who was who?"
"The kid that just ran past me. Who was that?"
I looked at Ryan and then back at Tyler. "Dude...that was Ariel. Didn't
you recognize him?"
"Recognize him? I've never seen him before in my life." Tyler said while
putting the video into the VCR.
I was a bit confused, a little shocked even. "So...wait a
minute...you're tellig me, that after all this time, you have NEVER met
Ariel?"
"Nope, today was the first time. Why?" No way, something wasn't right
here. Tyler had to be making this up, it's been a long time for crying
outloud.
Ryan looked at me and then said, "Tyler, dude he's been hanging out with
us since before Randy's birthday!"
"Well you guys never tell me anything! How was I supposed to know?"
Tyler grinned, and then he sat between the two of us on the couch. I
thought about it, looking for the piece that was missing. But he was
right...Tyler really HADN'T met Ariel before today. When he was with
Matt and Sam he always ate with them, most of the time in some other
place. They always just missed each other, often by a few seconds. Tyler
and Sam never did meet us all at the arcade that day. They visited me in
the hospital at different times. Now that I thought about it, the two of
them had never really made any contact before that very moment.
Interesting.
We didn't say anything more about it for a while, but the room got quiet
as soon as the movie started. It seemed like all three of us had
something running through our minds. But I let it go...too perfect.
About ten minutes later, out of the blue, Tyler asked, "So he's been
hanging out with you guys for a while then?"
"Who?"
"What's his name....you know, Ariel?"
There it was again, that little nudge in the ribs from the angels above
telling me something was up. "Yeah...for a while now."
"Oh...ok." And Tyler went back to watching the movie. Ryan's eyes met
mine for a second and we tried to get back into the anime video. But
sure enough, about five minutes of silence passed before Tyler asked,
"Is he cool? I mean...like friendly and all?"
Ryan hit the pause button on the VCR and we both looked at Tyler from
both sides. "What?" Tyler said, wondering why we were staring at him all
of the sudden.
Ryan smiled wickedly and said, "Why so many questions all of the sudden
Ty?"
"What? I was just asking, that's all. I just wanted to know who he was
so I can say hello next time and not feel like a geek."
"Really?" I added. "Well, to answer your question, yes, he's very cool.
Kinda shy, but a good kid."
"Okay" Tyler said, smiling nervously at me for a second. "That's all I
wanted to know."
He looked back at the tv, signalling that he was ready for the movie to
start again. Ryan continued to look at him in silence for a few seconds
more, a weird smirk on his face. "Okay. If that's all you wanted to
know." And then he started the movie again. But soon me and Ryan were
snickering to ourselves quietly, and we couldn't hold it back.
Finally Tyler had enough. "WHAT??? I was just asking a question,
alright? Geez! You guys are weird!" Tyler was grinning a bit, but we
could tell he was a little shy about it. And he actually BLUSHED! Seeing
Tyler blush was a rare occurrence indeed!
"You're blushing Tyler." I said.
"I am NOT!"
"Ryan, isn't he blushing?"
"Yep, I definitely to see some blush-age going on here!" Ryan said
happily.
"I am NOT blushing! Am I? STOP IT! You guys are...fuck you both! I'm
gonna get a soda!" Tyler squealed. As he stormed off to the kitchen,
Ryan and I died laughing. Not much gets to Tyler like this, Mr. Perfect
Blond Sex God, so we planned to have a LOT of fun with it.
We laughed for a while, and Ryan whispered, "Are you thinking what I'm
thinking?"
"That fate really does have a sense of humor?"
"I think we've got some work to do here Randall."
"But of course my good man. Let the games begin." I said, and we giggled
merrily, waiting for Tyler to come back for a little more harmless
teasing. It was only a matter of time now. Funny how the little things,
the things we overlook everyday, just seem to fall into place when you
have the patience to let it happen. Strange. One things for sure...if it
turns out, by some weird coincidence that Ariel could fall for Tyler,
and let's be honest, who wouldn't, then that would be...in a word...
Perfect.
---------------------------------------------------------------
Okay, there it is! I had to rework this chapter over and over again to
make it 'decent' (It was one of those 'transition' chapter thingies) so
pardon me if it...um...blows. Hehehhe! Anyway, I hope you guys liked it,
and all feedback is welcomed at comicality@webtv.net or stop by the
website at http://www.comicality.org (Don't forget to sign the
guestbook!)