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By Chris Carr
Copyright © 11/02/2005
Pt II
The buzz around school was that Sean was planning a sleepover. I’d never been to a sleepover before, my parents rather protective. When I heard Kyle and Dillon were on the invite list, I became determined to make Sean’s party.
We stay in a rural town, you know, the type where everybody knows their neighbor. It’s not that small though. Anyway, most of the boys who’d be attending knew each other since kindergarten. And all of us were Black, the only Black boys in our school. Ok, unless you count Diego, but he’s half Black, half Puerto Rican.
Mom and dad put up a good fight, but since I’m an only child, I think they were glad I’d finally found friends of interest enough to fight for. They insisted on meeting Sean’s parents, but I talked them out of it because I knew that would’ve been a deal breaker.
Not because Sean’s mom is real bad or anything. It’s just, my parents are sort of religious and that bar in the dining room would’ve sent them running, I’m sure. Not to mention the nude pictures, scattered about his mom’s house. Rumor has it, Sean’s mom is Gay but we don’t trip.
When my parents finally cave in, I’m beside myself with glee. Time suddenly goes into slow motion and it takes forever for Sean’s party to arrive.
Rumors run rampant, ranging from tales of possible porno to a full blown orgy. Soon, two of them seem less unfounded, the last reason for great joy and consternation.
"Kyle likes you," I started hearing, first from Marcel, then Reggie. Marcel I don’t believe, even if Kyle tells me himself, but Reggie’s different.
"How do you know?"
"Ralph," He says, munching on his tuna fish sandwich. We’re having lunch and I keep trying to talk to him around mouthfuls of sandwich and chips. Ralph’s his older brother and he sometimes hangs out with Kyle and Dillon. They play ball together and go to the same parties so I figure he might’ve heard something. Still, this is so fantastic, I don’t trust it. I mean, first of all, why would I believe a jock like Kyle would be into guys? And, even if I swallowed that, why would a near 17 year old be interested in a barely 14 year old runt? I’m barely five feet tall and weigh nothing. I still have baby fat, for God’s sake and I look like.. like… ok, I could pass for a little girl.
But when Kyle asked me if I wanted to sleep with him, I almost passed out. Kyle Owens, one of the hottest boys in our group asked me if I wanted to sleep with him. Duh!!
The rest of the evening I couldn’t think of anything else. Horny boys everywhere were pairing off, some of them forming another circle jerk, a few of them locking themselves in the bathroom.
Dillon took Daniel and Sean into the closet with him They locked the door and we saw the flashlight flickering, beneath the door. I’d have to drill Sean later to find out what happened. But then I figured he’d want to know what happened to me and if it meant exchanging stories, I might not want to know.
Sean’s mom let us use two of the three bedrooms that night, plus the den. She was so cool, she didn’t even bother to "check on us" like my folks. The night’s becoming a wild sex fest and I’m getting drunk on the possibilities. Giddy, I watch on Sean’s bed, my head spinning until Kyle finds me and tells me to follow him.
We have to step over Reggie and Davon, laying on the floor, their dicks poking from their PJ’s, sword fighting. They don’t even notice us and neither do the rest of the boys.
I follow Kyle down the hall and we stop at the den. A rustic looking room, there’s a bookcase on one wall and wood paneling around the rest of the room. The floor is wood also and a bear fur rug covers the center of the room. Old black and white pictures adorn the walls and an old fashion ceiling fan hangs from the ceiling. It looks like a hunting lodge without the stuffed animals.
There’s a huge couch near the back wall, opposite an entertainment center, recessed in the wall. A TV, DVD and CD player are in the cubicle and remote controls are scattered all over the old, oak coffee table. It looks like a table Sean’s mother might’ve made in her workshop, the finish smooth but heavy lacquered.
Kyle closes the door, locking it behind us, then hops on
the huge couch. He pats a spot next to him and I wander over. Rifling through
the remotes on the coffee table, he picks one up and aims it at the TV. It roars
to life, the sound pouring from speakers planted around the room.
"Surround sound," Kyle beams, turning the sound down with another remote. How does he know which one to pick up? I wondered, sitting beside him.
"So, whadya think squirt?" He says, wrapping his arm around me. I’m blushing. Dammit, I’m blushing like a stupid school girl! I hunch my shoulders and stare at the TV. A medical rescue show is playing on one of the Discovery channels. An ambulance peels as an announcer details the poor victims injuries.
"You did that before?" Kyle probes. I shake my head no. "Never?" Another no. "Wow, so whadya think?" I look up at him and I feel my dick getting hard again.
"You like me?"
He blinks, suddenly on the defense. "Whadaya think?" I hunch my shoulders again. "I don’t know, that’s why I asked."
"You like me?"
"I asked you first."
He gnaws on his bottom lip, tearing at dead skin with his teeth a few minutes. He’s not exactly looking at me, his eyes on the TV but I see him glancing at me, every few minutes.
"Yeah," He finally says, his eyes bolted on the TV.
His dick pops out of his boxers, throbbing madly with each heartbeat. I stare at it, mesmerized, my own dick slipping out of PJ’s.
"Why?" I croaked, my voice hoarse.
"Whadaya think?"
He’s getting on my nerves with that stupid question and my dick starts going down. I stare at my feet, conflicted. Is it true what Reggie said or have I been suckered? I want it to be true so bad, it hurts, but it has to happen on its own or it won’t be real so I say nothing.
"What?" Kyle says, lifting my head by the chin. His touch is electrifying and my dick springs up again.
"You keep asking me that question," I say, resigned.
"Because I want to see what you think."
"If you don’t like me, just tell me."
"I did."
"But why?"
Another moment of anxious silence goes by and I’m almost ready to leave when he leans close and whispers "You’re cute."
He takes my hand and places it on his dick. It’s stiff as a board and hot to the touch. It throbs in my hand, the head leaking his precious juices. "See," He says, rubbing my hand against his unbearable hardness.
I almost swoon, I’m so turned on but I couldn’t let go. Maybe it’s because I’m an only child or because I’m hard to convince but I want more. Kyle might be my first real love and I have to know if I’m being played or if it’s for real.
"I’m not cute, I’m too young," I protest.
"Only two years," Kyle counters.
"But… I still look like a boy."
"Hey squirt, chill. You’re cute, ok?"
His lips on my cheek send thrills through me to the point of passing out. "Are we together now?" I whisper.
"You want to be?" I nod my head yeah.
"Ok!" He says, kissing me on the cheek again.
"But…" Kyle moans, apparently fed up with my insecurities. "You’ve got a girlfriend."
"No I don’t."
"What about that girl you’re always with… Marcelena?"
"I ain’t got no girlfriend squirt."
"Nobody?"
"Nobody… except you now."
My heart leaps and I’m lightheaded. This is almost too much to bear. How can this be? Me? Little Yohann Moore, Kyle Owen’s boyfriend? Kyle pulls me to him and I actually tremble.
"Hey, what’s wrong?"
"Nothing," I say, my eyes watery.
"What?" He presses, lifting my head again.
"’Cause," Is all I can say.
Kyle smiles at me then he kisses me on the lips. We hold our lips together for a few minutes, then he lets go, his eyes on the TV again. "Why’d you think I wouldn’t like you?" Kyle says, staring at the TV.
"’Cause."
He’s still staring at the TV and then he leans close again and whispers, "I always did." My poor heart can’t keep taking hits like this and I shudder again.
"Always?"
"Yeah. When you was at my pool party? I almost told you then."
His pool party? That was four years ago. I was just ten! The world doesn’t make sense anymore. I’m just getting around to the concept a guy can like another guy and because I consider myself progressive, I don’t trip. In fact, I’ve even fantasized about moving to the city when I’m grown and having my own "lover".
But boys aren’t supposed to like other boys! Especially not straight acting boys that play on basketball teams and "date" girls. I peer up at Kyle, shock on my face. He nods knowingly, as if I should’ve known this long time ago.
"You couldn’t tell?" I shake my head no. "Whydaya think I kept grabbing you under the water?" My eyes pop open and my eyebrows reach toward my forehead. "But you kept pushing me away so I thought you didn’t like it."
"Everybody was watching," I say.
"So. What’re ya going to do when we get to school Monday?"
"They won’t know."
"They already do."
Shocked beyond belief, I sit up. "Who???"
"Sean, Reggie, Dillon, Ralph…"
I can’t believe my ears and I’m standing before I know it. My dicks hanging out of my PJ’s but it’s wilting fast. Then the door starts approaching, rather fast.
"Hey," Kyle calls, apprehending me.
I feel his hand on my arm but I’m almost to the door and I keep walking. "What’s wrong?" He says, standing between me and the door.
"Who told you, you could tell all those people? And how long have they known? And how come I didn’t know?"
"Whoa, whoa, squirt, it’s ok."
Gently, he urges me back to the couch. I reluctantly follow, nervously sitting on the edge of the couch.
"You don’t know?" Kyle says, lifting my head again. He’s so damn cute, I almost forget I’m mad at him.
"Know what?"
Shaking his head, Kyle looks away. "I’m sorry, I thought you knew."
"Knew what?"
"We all do."
"All what?" I press, impatient. Sucking air through his teeth, Kyle spits,
"Reggie’s with Davon, Dillon’s with Sean, Justin is with…"
"No! Justin?! He’s only 13!"
"Yeah, and Christopher’s 12."
"Justin is with Christopher?" Kyle nods his head.
Again I feel overwhelmed. Closing my eyes, I rest my head in my hands. Too much, too fast. I sit for some time, then I feel Kyle wrapping his arm around me.
"It’s ok squirt, Sean’s mom says all boys do it."
Omigod, Sean’s mom is Gay!! And she’s turning all of the boys in our town Gay!! Was I just the next inductee? Was that all Kyle wanted, another boy to add to the circle? And…
I lift my head and spout,
"How many boyfriends have you had?"
"Just one."
"Who?"
"You."
Damn, that barrels me over. I’m getting giddy again. Can’t focus. My dick’s springing up again.
"Yohann...it don’t mean you’re Gay. Sean’s mom says it’s just a ‘phase’. If you like it, then you do it. If not, you stop. Cool?"
"So… we boyfriends?"
"Yeah!" He says, as if I should’ve accepted it by now. "If you want," He added, studying my face.
"But… everybody knows?"
"It’s no big deal, squirt. We all cool. So?"
What was I going to say? One look at that cute face and he could’ve had me for a song. "Yeah," I mutter, my head down. Kyle pulls me to him and I feel my face flush.
"Wow, didn’t know you were like this," He says and now I’m worried he’s changing his mind but I’m still in his embrace and it feels secure.
We watch videos, the love songs never as significant as they are now. Late in the night, I fall asleep against Kyle’s quietly respiring chest. When I wake, the only light is the silent flicker of the TV. I’m laying down, against the couch and Kyle’s facing me, his lips inches from mine. His respirations sonorous, his eyes are closed. We’re body to body, my stomach to his, my dick against his and its so hard it hurts.
I gaze at my boyfriend, just the mention of the thought causing my dick to leap. Kyle’s arm is across my torso, comfortably tucked beneath my arm, casually falling across my back. Being in his embrace is heaven, better than being back in my mother’s womb. I’m bombarded by so many emotions, I want to scream.
Squeezing tighter against him, I stare at his face, his smooth skin and peach fuzz mustache. On an impulse I kiss him on his supple lips. Kyle rustles, as if something’s feathered across his face then returns to his solid respirations.
Giddy, I wonder if being close to a boy like this is supposed to feel so good, so… natural, as if I was meant for this? Thrusting my groin against his, I feel him respond, his hard dick pulsing against mine. I push again and thrill to how it feels, having his dick against mine.
I kiss him on the lips again and suddenly he pooches his lips out, smacking them against mine. My eyes bug then I feel him pull me closer to him with his arm. His eyes still closed, he inclines his head toward me until our lips meet again. When we form a unison, I feel his mouth open. Instinctively, I open mine and his tongue slips in.
If I thought grinding against him was heavenly, this open mouthed kiss is beyond ecstasy. We’re joined at the mouth, his tongue inside mine, searching and swabbing. His dick pulses excitedly against mine, the sensation zooming up my dick and across my midsection.
Kyle’s hand’s on the small of my back, urgently pulling me towards him. Our kiss continues, my tongue dancing against his, then I feel his hand traveling down my back and over my ass. It’s more than I can take and suddenly a fountain explodes between us, my dick releasing its urgent load.
Kyle moans, his tongue working toward the back of my throat then I feel his dick convulse and throb, adding his wetness to the mess between us. Trembling and writhing we hold our kiss until there’s nothing but shudders and throbs from our drained dicks. Kyle’s hand’s on my crack and his finger lays between the warm crevice, inches away from my quivering hole.
We never broke our kiss, the sensation doing something for both of us we don’t want to let go. Way into the night we remain locked, the kiss sometimes deepening to levels of near frenzy then lessening until, finally, at some point I drifted off, Kyle’s tongue still inside my mouth.
In my dream I see us walking hand in hand at school to stares of incredulity. It matters not, Kyle’s presence enough to overcome their disapproval. We walk to Mr. Evan’s English class and he smiles as we enter.
"Is everybody ready?" He asks. He’s wearing a tuxedo and red bowtie and behind him the blackboard announces "Kyle Owens and Yohann Moore’s Wedding! Today at noon!"
"Do you, Yohann Kenneth Moore take this man, Kyle Owens to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Mr. Evans asks.
"I do," I breathe my heart pattering.
"And do you, Kyle Owens, take this man, Yohann Kenneth Moore to be your lawfully wedded…"
The dream changes and we’re in our wedding bed. I’m distressed because I didn’t get to hear Kyle’s answer but he feels so good next to me, I forget. His hand’s on my ass again, probing between my tender cheeks and we’re kissing again. My tongue idly moving against his, I feel our dicks thrust together, the sensation amplified by my dream state.
"Wait Kyle," I mutter, into his mouth, "I’m going to do it again."
Kyle breaks our kiss and I feel him urging me beneath the covers, down… down… towards the furnace that is his hardness. Am I to put in my mouth? What if he shoots?
My eyes fling open and I see Kyle’s exceedingly hard dick. "Just lick it," He’s urging, his hand behind my head, pushing me closer.
"What?"
"You don’t have to suck it, just taste it for me," Kyle insists, his hand insistent now.
His dick looms before me, closer… closer…
To Be Continued
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