Date: Mon, 30 Aug 1999 13:45:56 -0500
From: Brent Stewart <brent@cutey.com>
Subject: Outted in HS - Chapter III

"Connections"

I followed Robert as we walked the hall to the locker room.  He was being
very quiet and looked as if he was trying to figure something out.

"Why are you so quiet?"

"Sorry guy.  Michelle asked me something today and I've just been thinking
about an answer for her." "Can I ask you something Brent?"  Robert had a
very serious look on his face and I was afraid that Michelle might have
asked him something about me that he couldn't come to terms with.  She had
given me a strange look at lunch that hadn't set well with me.

"Sure, you know you can ask me anything.  What is it?"

"Well, Michelle and I just started dating last year and she's a real great
girl.  We have a kind of understanding between us about how far we want to
go with any relationship right now, or at least I thought we did.  Michelle
wants to go to the lake this weekend, so I suggested that we invite a bunch
of the gang and have a "We survived the first week of school" party and
maybe camp out there."

"Wow, that's an awesome idea.  And YOU thought of this?" I looked over at
him with a big grin.  Robert was never the one to come up with ideas about
where to go or what to do.  It wasn't that he wasn't the leader type; he
just never seemed to be able to plan anything.

Blushing slightly, Robert said, "Yeah.  Kind of strange huh?  But, I have
an ulterior motive and that's what I wanted to ask you."  Boy, now this was
getting serious.  He looked like he didn't know what to say next.
"Michelle wants just her and I to go.  She wants to spend the weekend alone
at the lake."

"And?  That sounds like a good idea too.  Maybe you will get lucky and get
SOME!" I said as I jabbed him in his side.  The inside of my stomach was
doing flip-flops.  God, don't let him ask me for advise about having sex
with a girl.  "Just be sure to bring lots of condoms.  You might be having
a blast, but having a little Robert or Michelle coming along in 9 months
might be more than you want to handle."  There, I gave the smallest amount
of advice I could offer and hoped that we'd get past this moment.  Why did
he need so much prompting?

Robert grabbed my arm and steered me down a side hallway.  "HEY!  Where are
we going?  I have to be in the locker room on time or it's my ass.  You
remember what Coach Koch said this morning."

"We'll get there on time," said Robert as he came to a stop a quarter way
down the hall.  "Brent ...  I've never had sex with a girl, " he was
fidgeting, "I'm a virgin, unless you count endless hours of jerking off.
The point is ... I don't feel sexually attracted to Michelle."

"What?  She's your girlfriend guy.  If your not attracted to her, why are
you two dating?"  Oh god!  What is he trying to tell me?  If he's about to
come out to me here in the hall, what will I say?  Maybe all those little
incidents, the comments and the pecks on the cheek, were more than just his
attempt at humor.

"I didn't say I wasn't attracted to her.  Just not sexually.  I know it
sounds weird, and I'm only telling you this because you're my best friend.
I just don't know how to tell her and if we're alone in a situation like
the lake may create; I just can't handle it!"  Now he was acting really
nervous and was looking at me as if I could save him with some profound
solution.

"Robert, I'll tell you what."  Now I was getting nervous, "You go to
practice and I'll go to tryouts.  Afterwards, lets go to my house.  My
parents are still at work and maybe between the two of us, we can come up
with a way for you to work through this."  What was I doing?  I didn't have
any answers!  What I'm doing is trying to get out of here to avoid having
to deal with this and here Robert needs me more than he ever has, and I'm
trying to escape.

"Brent, you're the best friend I could ever hope to have," Robert leaned
forward and it looked as if he was about to kiss me.  I stepped back.
"What's wrong, I was just going give you a hug?"

"Sorry," blushing like a giddy girl again, I stepped forward and took him
in my arms and hugged him.  He laid his head sideways on my shoulder and
returned the hug with a tight grip on my back.  Here I was, standing in the
hallway, in school, hugging the guy I had spent so many nights dreaming
about.  I tightened my hold on him and then I did something I never thought
I'd ever have the courage to do when confronted with a moment like this, I
broke off the hug and said, "Lets go, we'll discuss this at my house when
practice is over."

With a bit of hesitation, he released me too saying, "Thanks Brent, I
really needed that.  Lets go."  With that, he and I headed back down the
hall and to the locker room.  Robert walked a little ahead of me, leading
the way, which was a good thing, because if he had looked at me, he
wouldn't be able to miss the pronounced swelling in my crotch area.  So
much body contact, even if clothed, was too much for me to handle.  This
guy turned me on so much.  I just hoped that by the time we made it to the
locker room, I'd be composed.  It just wouldn't go over well to arrive at
tryouts with a hard on straining my jeans, accompanied by Robert.

Needless to say, I was more than occupied, at least mentally, with Robert
than I was with football tryouts.  Evidently Robert's constant prattling
about me to the coach had him following my rise in middle school football
more than he had let on this morning.  When I got to the locker room and
Robert headed off to the pool house, the coach introduced me to the team
and told them that I was going to be playing in the second string
quarterback position.  He assigned me a locker and then started addressing
the rest of the team.  There was about 50 other guys in the locker room,
all shapes and sizes, and from the looks of them, they all seemed to be
older than I was.  It seemed I stood out like a sore thumb.  One of the
guys, I later found out was Derek and was the current first-string
quarterback, kept looking over at me as if sizing me up.  I returned his
looks and when our eyes met, he'd just continue to stare at me.  I liked
this.  Guys who could look at each other and hold eye contact more than 10
seconds, usually boded well.  I hoped this was the case, besides he was
cute too.

We got through the tryouts in about an hour and a half.  Coach introduced
me to Derek, who went over the playbook the coach had given me.  I met some
of the other first string offense and defense players.  They all seemed to
accept me with only the normal questions.  Out of the 50 in the locker room
to start, only 40 made the first cut.  Since Derek and I had only gone over
plays, there was no need for me to shower.  I told everyone bye and headed
towards the pool house to see if Robert was through.

I walked in and went into the bleachers.  The swim team was still in the
pool and I saw Robert in the second lane.  I heard a whistle, and water was
being splashed and churned in the six lanes as the team did butterfly
strokes to the yells and encouragements of the coach and other teammates.
I noticed Steve was in the fourth lane.  If he wasn't such an ass!  They
made it down the lane and were on the return lap back to the start.  Robert
was doing really well, if you judged by his position in the lanes to the
others, but the coach seemed to think differently.  He was yelling his
bloody head off, "PICK IT UP!  LONGER STROKES!  SWIM LADIES, DON'T JUST
FLOAT!"  How the hell anyone could hear instructions when water was rushing
in their ears and from the noise caused by the splashing water was beyond
me, but the swimmers seemed to increase their speed and strokes.  Robert
finished first, then Steve, then the guy in lane five.  "What the heck was
THAT?" yelled the coach, "Hall your butts out of there and hit the showers.
We're through for today."  With a disgusted look towards his team, the
coach turned and headed towards his office.

I watched as Robert swam to the ladder and stepped out of the pool.  He was
the perfect specimen of a swimmer.  All the muscles in the right place for
endurance and speed; slim-lined body to glide through the water with the
least amount of resistance, creating the perfect package.  But, that Speedo
he had on.  Now there was a perfect package.  He looked over at the stands
and saw me looking in his direction.  He grabbed hold of his "package" with
his left hand and waved at me with his right, shooting an evil grin my way.
I looked in the stands, not having noticed anyone else when I had sat down
and saw Michelle sitting two rows behind me to the left with Debbie.  She
was looking at me with a quizzical look on her face, while Debbie must have
been boring a hole in my head from behind before I noticed them.  Robert
came up in the stands and stopped next to me.  He had a towel around his
shoulders, but water was still dripping from his soaked Speedo and legs.

"HEY! Watch it guy.  Your going to get me soaked."  I shivered, hoping he
thought I was making an attempt to act cold when the water drops hit me.
What I shivered about, was the electric shocks I got from having his pelvis
only 6 inches from my face and seeing the bulge his cock and balls created,
seeming only about 3 inches from me.  He leaned down, "I'll go change and
we can get going.  I need to let Michelle know that I'm going to your house
instead of the mall with her and Debbie." Then looking in Michelle's
direction he continued, "I think Debbie is developing a crush on you Brent.
Michelle tells me she grilled her about everything she knows concerning
you."  "Maybe I should tell Michelle about the "monster" so she can warn
Debbie."  Now he was looking at me as if I was going to give him a yea or
nay to his very obvious attempt to make me blush.  Blush I did, but shoved
him in the direction of Michelle, "You better keep your fucking mouth shut
or I'll tell Michelle about your bed wetting problem!"  "What bed wetting
problem," he asked with his eyebrows going up into his hairline.  "You
know," I said, "the one that mysteriously showed it's ugly head when you
started spreading unfounded rumors about your best friend!"  Snickering,
Robert said, "Ah ... that one!" "Well, we can't let that secret out, so I
guess your safe." "Wait here and I'll tell Michelle what's up, then we can
jet."

I watched as Robert spoke with Michelle.  I caught Michelle looking my way
as Robert talked to her and again she gave me the look she had during
lunch.  What was she thinking?  I looked at Debbie and she had a
disappointed look on her face as she listened to Robert and Michelle.  I
guess she thought that Robert would convince me to come along to the mall
with them.  Robert came back down the bleachers towards me and I saw
Michelle and Debbie get up to leave.  Debbie saw me and waved, and I waved
back at her.  I may not be interested, but I can't be rude.  Michelle on
the other hand, didn't even fain to look in my direction and just continued
out of the bleaches and through the exit.

As Robert approached me, I said, "Michelle didn't look to happy.  She
actually looked kind of pissed to me."  "Oh she'll be all right.  I just
told her we had some serious guy stuff to talk about and that it was still
to early, her having just met you, for us to have a sex orgy."  "Funny
though, she didn't think that was as funny as I did, Debbie thought so," he
shrugged.

"You said WHAT!?"  "Your not serious?" I yelled.

"What?" he acted all innocent.

"That sex orgy crap, that's what!  She probably thinks I'm corrupting you
or something."  "No wonder she gave me that strange look while you were
talking to her.  Did you say something like that to her at lunch today?"

"At lunch?  All I told her at lunch was to go ahead to her locker, that I
needed to talk in private to you."  "What else did you say?" I asked.
"Nothing!  What the hell is this all about Brent?"  I told him about the
strange look Michelle gave me at lunch today and that the look she gave me
when he told her about not going to the mall with her, but home with me,
was the same.  "Oh, well I think she doesn't know when I'm serious or not.
I did say something about how shy you get when you and I kiss each other
goodbye where people can see us," he said "and it does too.  I can make you
blush without having to think hard on how."  "SEE!  There you go, your
blushing again!" he said as he point to my face.  Of course I was blushing.
Here it was, I just got confirmation that Robert noticed when he'd make me
blush and he somehow got a kick out of it.  Few people I know wouldn't
blush under the same circumstances.

"That's MY point Robert.  You might be giving people the wrong impression.
The comments you make sometimes and then other times, those little pecks on
the cheek you give me."

"Fuck them!  If they can't handle it, that's their problem.  Besides, if I
made comments and did those things in private, with just you, and someone
saw it, then they could talk about it.  Otherwise, they need to just shut
the fuck up."  Was he sounding just a bit more pissed than was necessary?

"Robert, it's just I don't want people bad mouthing you.  Your really
popular and you know how shit gets started in school.  I'm sure high school
is no different than middle school.  A simple rumor could ruin you." I
emphasized.

"Don't worry about it.  I can deal with that kind of crap.  Besides, you're
so damn cute when you blush it gives me a warm feeling inside." He said
giving me a lust filled stare.

Looking around the pool house, I said Robert "Um ... remember what you just
said?"

"Sure I do, so what?"

"Well, we're like, A-L-O-N-E now." And I looked around the pool house.
Robert looked around too, then leaned forward and gave me a peck on the
cheek.

"So we are!"  He stated and busted out laughing, as I once again blushed
furiously.

"Lets go.  I need to change and we need to get to your house.  Remember you
have to figure out what I'm going to tell Michelle about this weekend."

"I'll wait outside for you," I said.

"Bull-shit, it's still over 100 degrees out there.  You can come and talk
to me while I change, then we can take off."

"Naw, really, I need to get a few books from my locker, homework, so I'll
meet you by your car, ok?"  God get me out of here.

"Ok, I'll be 'bout 20 minutes.  I need to rinse off before I change," he
said as he scratched his crotch. "That chlorine makes my balls itch." And
then turned and headed towards the changing room.

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