Date: Mon, 23 Jan 2006 14:24:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Lusty <lustyville@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Science of Us-Part 9. A Little Tongue (Pat)

    Practice was horrible! I couldn't get my mind on the game.
My thoughts were flooded with images of Kyle and John together.
There's no way John was tutoring Kyle. So what were they doing?
John knew I was going on a date with Kyle, maybe John was going
to try to sabotage me. Maybe John felt the same spark of
uncertainty with Kyle that I felt. I pictured John confessing his
love to Kyle and the two of them getting down and dirty in John's
car. I couldn't handle losing both of them at once, and to each
other, no less. I couldn't do it. I was already nervous, and now
I was paranoid as well. I was going crazy as I thought about the
possibilities. What if Kyle came back and he didn't want to go on
a date with me? What if it was a pity date? I hate John! Well,
not really, but sort of. I hate him for never wanting me, and now
interfering when I am finally interested in someone else. How
could Kyle want me when someone as perfect as John was hanging
around? I tried to rationalize that it was possible. Look at me,
I was madly in love with John yesterday, and now I was a little
less in love with him today, and a little more in love with Kyle.
Okay, I knew I wasn't in love with Kyle yet, but I felt like I
could be one day, like the lust and concern I felt for him were
the beginning of something good.

     I was relieved when practice ended. I went to the locker
room and showered. I took my time in the shower because I wanted
to be extra fresh for Kyle. Most of the other players were gone
by the time I came out, so I took my time putting on my clothes.
My hands were shaking with anticipation as I pulled up my pants.
I was always confident, but here I was, an insecure mess. After I
was dressed, I looked in the mirror and tried to focus my energy
on being strong. I asked myself, "What is he doing to you?" I was
a complete wreck, but I needed to pretend to be okay.

     I went in to the lobby and no one was there. I panicked that
Kyle was standing me up. I waited inside for about 5 minutes. At
5:30, I walked out, defeated. I looked around the parking lot and
spotted John's car. I was nervous as I walked over to peak
inside. My heart was instantly lifted when I saw the two of them
huddled over a math book in the front seat. They were studying! I
knocked on the window on the passenger side and startled both of
them. Kyle looked up at me and a big, bright smile appeared on
his face. He was happy to see me! I tried not to blush as Kyle
pushed the button to let down his window. "Are you guys almost
done?"

     John said, "Yes, we're finished for now." He closed the math
book. "So where are you taking him?"

     My apprehension about John's intentions returned, but I
forced myself to smile at him as I told him, "I was thinking some
place simple, like Jimmy's."

     "Our diner? I mean the diner where we all hang out?

     "Yes. I thought it was perfect for a first, um, you know,
date." I watched as Kyle blushed. I wished I could be inside that
head of his so I could see what he was thinking. I reached in and
placed my hand on Kyle's shoulder. "So, are you ready?"

     "Sure." His response was a little less enthusiastic than I
was expecting, but I knew he must have had the same butterflies
in his stomach that I had. For a second I thought it might be
easier on me because I was gay before today, but then I realized
that Kyle must have been gay before today, too. The only
difference was everyone at school knew about me and only a few
people knew about him. I wondered if this was Kyle's first date.
I made a mental note to ask him about it.

     Kyle packed up his bag and got out of the car. We both said
goodbye to John and walked to my car. I wasn't sure what to do
about etiquette. I unlocked the passenger's side and opened the
door for him. He said, "Thank you," and climbed in. I held his
door for a moment while I gathered myself, then I closed the door
for him and walked around to my side. To my surprise, he leaned
across the front seat, and opened my door for me. I didn't know
what to say. I sat down, shut the door and turned to face him. I
smiled at him. I put on my seatbelt and started the car.
Reluctantly, I turned my attention to the road. It was only about
a ten minute drive to the diner. Kyle remained silent for the
entire ride.

     I parked at Jimmy's and turned to Kyle. "Well, we're here."
I felt dumb for saying that. Obviously we were there.

     But Kyle, just smiled and said, "Yep." He took a deep
breathe before he reached for the handle. We walked to the door
of the diner, and I opened the door for him. Somehow I thought I
had to be a gentleman with him. We got a booth towards the back
of the restaurant. There were lots of people from our school
there and one young couple with their child. The waitress came
over almost as soon as we sat down. Food was the last thing on my
mind, but I ordered a burger, some fries and a large Coke anyway.

     We were sitting there, talking about little things, like the
people we recognized from school and how we knew them. The
waitress dropped off our drinks and walked to another table.
After 5 minutes of meaningless banter, I was finally ready to
take the plunge in to personal issues, so I asked him, "When did
you know?"

     "When did I know what?"

     "That you were gay."

     "Who said I was gay?" I felt panic sink in and I regretted
asking the question. I didn't know what to say. I just looked at
him. He had said it with a straight face. I forgot to breathe for
a second. Then, a smile returned to his face. "Relax, I was just
messing with you. I can't remember a time when I didn't know. I
was confused about what to call it for a long time, but I always
knew I liked boys." His smile got even wider when he said the
last line. It was like his smile was winking at me.

     "Have you gone out on a date with a guy before?"

     "Haha. No."

     "Me neither."

     "I know."

     "How did you know?"

     "John told me."

     "Oh." The conversation fell silent for a few minutes. The
waitress came and gave us our food. I didn't know what to talk
about with him. I fell in to our comfort zone and started talking
about sports. We talked about the hockey team, the football team,
the potential of the basketball team and the little we knew about
the soccer team. Soon, the food was gone and so was my
nervousness. I was completely at ease around him.

     I paid for dinner and he left a tip. We got to my car and
followed the same routine as before. Once we were inside, I asked
him if he wanted to come back to my house. I knew my parents
weren't home. They rarely were since they found out about me.
Kyle said sure and we were on our way.

     We arrived at my big empty house and went in. Kyle seemed
impressed. If only he knew. I gave him a tour that ended in my
bedroom suite. "Wow!" he exclaimed as we walked in to my room. My
room was huge. It was like my own studio apartment. I had my own
bathroom, a sitting room and a regular bedroom. "This is all your
bedroom!" Kyle's mouth was wide open.

     "Yes."

     "Wow!"

     "You already said that." He smiled at me again with a dumb
look in his eyes. "You want a beer?"

     "Um. Sure." I walked over to my small refrigerator, next to
my computer desk, and took out two beers. I handed him a bottle.

     "You want to watch t.v., or a movie or play a video game or
something?"

     "T.v."

     "Okay, which one?"

     "Huh?"

     "Which television? I have more than one." I watched as Kyle
looked around the room. He spotted the plasma on the wall. He
walked back in to my sitting room. I think he did it more to
check out the big screen we passed on the way to my real bedroom,
than to actually see if there was a television. He walked back in
and smiled at me. "There's one more." He looked around my
bedroom. "It's not in here." I nodded to the bathroom.

     "No way!" He practically ran in to my bathroom. "Oh my God!"
I had to smile. I knew he had spotted the television hanging in
the corner of the room so it could be seen from the sink, the
toilet, the bathtub and the shower. I wondered if I should tell
him that there were built in speakers in the shower. He came back
in to my bedroom. "And I thought John was rich!"

     "Well"

     "Is this supposed to be a secret? Is that why you don't
dress like you have money? Or why you drive that old car?"

     "It's not a secret. All my friends know. I just don't think
it's necessary to talk about it, because I don't want people to
like me just for what I have, I want them to like me for who I
am."

     "That's cool." He took a swallow of his beer and I noticed
that it was almost gone.

     "You want another one?"

     He pressed the bottle to his lips and tilted his head back,
emptying the bottle. "Sure." I got him another beer.

     "So which television?"

     He looked over at the one on the wall. "I think that one
will be fine." He walked to the side of my bed, kicked off his
shoes, and sat down with his back resting against the headboard.
I admit that I froze for a minute. He patted the spot next to him
and I walked to the bed, kicked off my shoes and sat down. I was
afraid to sit too close to him, so I was almost hanging off the
side of my bed. I wondered where my remote was. I finally spotted
it on the nightstand on Kyle's side of the bed. Of course it
would be there!

     I said, "Excuse me." I reached over him and grabbed the
remote. I tried to do it as quickly as possible. I asked him what
he wanted to watch and he said it didn't matter, so I went to HBO
on Demand and picked a horror movie that I had been meaning to
watch. I took a sip of my beer and I realized that I was nursing
the beer. Usually, I was the first person to finish. I knew I was
trying to protect myself. I was scared of being drunk in the same
room as someone who wanted me. The idea of getting drunk on a
school night never even crossed my mind because I had done it
plenty of times before. I often found solace in alcohol. The
realization that I didn't know what I might do is what scared me.
The thought of losing my virginity in a drunken haze made me put
the beer down and just watch the movie.

     About halfway through the movie I felt like Kyle was staring
at me. I turned to look at him and I was greeted by his beautiful
eyes. At some point during the movie, he sat the beer on the
nightstand and slid down some on the bed. He was turned on his
side and all his attention was focused on me. He had a really
dreamy look in his eyes. I instantly thought that he was a
lightweight. There was no way two beers should have made him
tipsy, but his eyes had that look in them. He started scooting
towards me. I was paralyzed. He stopped a few inches from my
face. "Is it okay if I kiss you?"

     I wanted to shout my yes from the rooftops, but all I could
do was nod my head. His lips began to close the gap and soon his
lips were planted gently against mine. I closed my eyes. I felt
his lips part and his tongue push on my lips, requesting
permission to enter. I opened my mouth and lost control the
second I felt his tongue playing with mine. I pulled him on top
of me as our kiss became more passionate and desperate. I had
flashes of seeing his half naked body in the locker room. My mind
was racing almost as quickly as my heart and my hands. I started
pulling at his shirt. I didn't want him naked; I just wanted to
feel part of him against me. He pulled back from the kiss in
order to remove his shirt and I missed his lips immediately. I
thought he would resume the kiss, but he surprised me by kissing
my neck. His lips tickled a little at first as the air coming
from his nose lightly danced on my neck. He started sucking on
this one spot on my neck and I gasped. One of his hands was
touching me. He moved to the side a little, so his hand could
have better access to my body. His hand went under my shirt and
rubbed my stomach. I was unprepared for the warmth that came from
his hand. He stopped sucking on my neck and leaned up to my ear.
In the sexiest voice I have ever heard, he whispered, "Take your
shirt off."

     He didn't have to ask me twice! He straddled me and helped
me take off the shirt. I could feel his hard dick resting on top
of mine. I wanted him bad, real bad. He leaned down and initiated
another passionate kiss. I rolled him over and I got on top of
him. I couldn't stop trying to hump him through our clothes. The
sensations going through my body were so much better than
anything I had ever done to myself. I think it was the mental
aspect of it, but whatever it was, I was really turned on. He
finally took control again and rolled us back over. I loved the
feel of his naked chest as it pressed against my body and his
sweaty back as I rubbed my hands up and down it. I especially
loved the feel of his hard dick jabbing at me through his pants.
I wanted to see it and feel it, but I knew I wasn't ready for
that step yet.  Our passion was ended by the sound of something
ringing. Kyle broke the kiss and said, "Oh shit!" He reached over
on the nightstand and grabbed his cell. I wondered when he sat it
there. He talked to someone for a few minutes and I heard him say
something about being on his way home and just stopping to hang
out for a few minutes. When the conversation was over, he turned
to me and said, "I have to go."

     "I figured as much." We both just sat there for a few
seconds, looking at each other. I wondered if he was thinking the
same thing I was thinking.

     We put back on our shirts and shoes, he gathered his stuff
and we hopped in to my car. We didn't say much, but we did
exchange a few looks that made both of us blush. I knew we both
needed time to think so I let the silence stand alone. When we
reached his house I parked in front and we both sat there. "I
meant to ask you earlier. How did you remember where I lived? I
mean you told John where it was and you just drove me straight
here without asking for directions."

     That wasn't what I was expecting, but I answered anyway.
"You live in a big canary yellow house on Chestnut, surrounded by
white houses. Your house is hard to miss, and even harder to
forget." I gave a small chuckle.

     He laughed even harder before saying, "I don't know what the
hell my parents are thinking with that color, but they love it."
He let out a sigh when he finished laughing, and I sat still as
silence returned to the car. The moment was awkward for me
because I had no idea what to do. "Well, I better get inside." He
began to lean in towards me. Like a thief in the night, he
planted a quick kiss on my lips. He was so fast that I wouldn't
have even known he kissed me if I wasn't looking at him. He got
out of the car, and just when I thought he was about to close the
door, he stuck his head back in and asked, "See you tomorrow?"

     I showed him all my pearly whites as my mouth happily jumped
in to smiley face mode. "Of course."

     "Cool." With that, he closed the door and walked to his
house. I watched as he unlocked the front door and went in.

     I drove back to my empty house with the images from the
night replaying in my head. I made out with another guy on my
bed! It felt good, too. As I pulled in to the driveway at my
house, I knew I would jack off to thoughts of Kyle tonight. I
wondered if Kyle would be thinking about me too.

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