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Author: beth@nermal.santarosa.edu (Beth Winegarner) Keywords: mm teen Archive-name: discovery.2
Discovery
Late for class. I was running down the hallway, turning the corners and trying not to slip as my sneakers gripped the tile. No sign of the principal, fortunately. I slipped into class just in time to hear the teacher call my name off the rollsheet. "Here!" I said, and he hardly looked up. Not a tardy yet, I smiled to myself, sitting down in my desk towards the back of the classroom.
Sweat trickled in a small bead down my brow. I wiped it off, and grabbed a pen out of my jeans pocket. I should at least try and look like I am taking notes. I looked up towards the front of the room and my breath caught in a gasp. Dave looked absolutely beautiful this morning--his long, brown-black hair fell in ripples over the back of the purple sweater that stretched across his lithe shoulders. His thighs, legs were hugged by a slick pair of Levis, still black even in their worn softness. Over his feet were a dusty pair of boots. I could see his face a little when he turned his head to the side, his gentle, smooth boy face that I wanted to kiss every time I glimpsed it. I breathed heavy for a moment, blinked, then looked away before he caught me staring. He didn't know.
I'd known Dave a while now, but not really well. We'd had some classes together, and we hung out with some of the same people. I'd seen him with girls a lot, but somehow--I don't know whether it was wishful thinking or sheer perceptiveness--I always thought he looked uncomfortable. Other times I wished I could see him look at me--or any other guy for that matter, the way I looked at him. Even though I didn't know him that well, I really liked him. Thinking about it too much made my heart ache... and yet, yet I still couldn't get him off my mind.
Class had started and yet I was still thinking--imagining Dave and I off by ourselves, walking through the woods together at dusk, playing in the waves at the sea on windy days, watching his long hair blow in the breeze. In my mind I even saw his nipples get firm in the cold ocean air, and I felt myself tense up in my jeans. I didn't know where to go--I was scared to come out to him, because he and I weren't close. I thought telling him would push him further away, and to have him any more distant than he was would crush me. So I remained silent.
The teacher was talking about some project--it was English class, and we were supposed to get in groups of two and act out some scenes from a play together, to get the feel of drama. I didn't know anyone else, just kind of sat in the back of the room and watched the others as they paired up. But wait--Dave was glancing over at me! I remembered he didn't really have any other friends in this class either. His eyes told me he wanted to pair off with me on this one. I nodded assent, while inside my chest my heart began to race. I mouthed, 'you tell the teacher' while trying to behave in a normal manner. Why did I expect anything to happen? It didn't matter--I'd be alone with him, working. Anything could happen.
The scene was Shakespeare. Dave sat on the edge of the desk on front of me with the book open in his gentle hands, looking down at the words. "This is lame, Gabe," he said to me, or to himself. "This scene is for a guy and a girl, not two guys." His eyes looked up at me. "I don't want to be the girl."
"It doesn't matter to me," I said to Dave. "I don't care. I just want to get this out of the way. You wanna meet at my house after school, and we can rehearse it for a while, hang out? My parents'll be gone, so we can use any part of the house we want to." Somehow I didn't have any underlying ideas in mind when I said this, and I was glad. I knew Dave would hear it in my voice if I had.
"All right. Whatever," he said to me, looking at the clock and gathering his things up. "Time for the bell," he said, just as the clock jangled nervously, announcing the end of class. "See you this afternoon, Gabe," he said back to be as he walked out the door of the classroom, his body leaving a faint scent in the room. I closed my eyes, dizzy.
All afternoon I sat at home, waiting for Dave to show. I walked around the house with the music up loud and looking over the textbook, learning the lines of some fair-haired maiden to Dave's prince. I watched the sun sink low over the hills and descend on to another part of the world as I waited. But nothing--no knock on the door, not even a phone call saying he'd be late. Even my parents came home, and still no sign of Dave. Finally, I went to bed, feeling a little sunken. It was just an English project, I know, but...
I went upstairs to my room. It was pitch dark in the room, and outside a rain had started to fall on the roof, the trees. I opened up my window to let the perfume of the water fill the air, undressed and slipped my body in under the covers. The music of the rain lulled me into a waking dream. I awoke with a start, listening to the whispers of the water-fall. In it I thought I had heard my name echo, someone whispering "Gabe..." in the night. I rolled over in bed, thinking it a hallucination, but I heard my name again, and this time I knew it was in Dave's voice that I heard it. I looked over to the window, and there was his silhouette against the blue-black sky, the music of the rain a background for his single lyric, the breathing of my name in the night.
"Come in, Dave.." I whispered. He untangled his feet from the trellis and gracefully climbed in over the windowsill. He was wearing pajama bottoms and a denim jacket, and nothing more, his hair dripping with rain, his clothes soaked with it. "Dave! You're drenched!" I whisper-shouted. Underneath it all he was shivering, and in the dim light I could see a sadness in his eyes.
"Sorry I'm so late, Gabe, my parents wouldn't let me out of the house to go see you. They locked me up in my room. I had to wait till they slept, and pick the lock. I had to get out anyways... figured I'd come here. I dunno why." He shrugged, and took off the dripping cotton jacket.
"Let me get you a towel.." I offered, and then realized I wasn't wearing anything under the sheet. "Uh... actually, um..." I blushed, and he understood, managed to smile a little under that sad gaze.
"Don't worry about it. It's nothing I haven't got." I carefully got up and went into the bathroom, got him a huge fluffy towel, and tossed it at him when I got back to my room. He grabbed it in his hands and started to dry off his quivering chest. Then he moved the towel down to dry his legs, and started to take his pants off. It was so dark I couldn't see anything, though I ached to look at that body I had admired for so long in the classroom, out on the street after school.
"I've got some sweats you could wear if you want to," I offered again, still whispering, not wanting my parents to know he was here. He bent over and dried off his legs, saying, "nah, that's all right." I was amazed by this.. and even more surprised when, as he started to dry his hair on the towel, I said, "Here, I'll do that for you." He acquiesced, walking towards the bed and sitting down on the edge of it, handing me the towel.
"Thanks," he whispered as I began rubbing his hair gently between the folds of terrycloth. "It's been a while since someone treated me this nice." His hair felt soft from the rainwater, and it left little droplets on his shoulders, on his back as I tried to take some of the rain away from it with the towel. He smelled clean, alive in the quiet of the room. I took a handful of the soft, damp hair in my hand and pressed it close to my face, breathing in the scent. I kissed it softly, looking up at him. Dave turned his gentle face towards me, and I feared he'd call me some kind of name for what I'd done. Instead, his hand raised up and caressed my chin, down by the jawline. His fingertips pulled me in close to his mouth, and his lips pressed themselves against mine.
A rush of warmth washed through me, and I could feel it go through him as well. His tongue, gentle, pushed out from between his lips and sought mine. I could feel the prickle of his whiskers under my palm as I caressed his cheek, then the damp, cool weight of his hair when my hand reached behind his neck to pull him closer. His hands dove into my black, shoulder-length hair and his prodding tongue moved deeper into the recesses of my mouth, slowly, as his hands pushed me back down onto the large bed, his own body following mine into the blankets.
We didn't speak. Not in words anyways. My door was locked--and there was no chance of anyone getting in the door, but we stayed as quiet as we could. The rush of emotion was so loud, we would not have heard our voices over it anyways. As his hands trembled over my nipples, down over my belly to rest at my hips, I pulled him close into my arms. After all this time, it felt so good to be holding what I dreamed of for so long, I never wanted to let him go. He returned the embrace, with silent tears him his green eyes, and kissed me once again.
Dave's soft lips moved down to my neck, biting gently as gooseflesh raised all over my body. Down his mouth went, to nibble at my nipples. My penis began to awaken at his fiery touch, and awaited the moment when his mouth met it. His fingers, now over my nipples, pinched softly. It drove my hips mad, and broke my breath up into softer gasps. His mouth moved further down, tongue drawing tender circles about my navel, pressing into the trail of hair that led to my outstretched organ.
His kisses landed on my thighs now, circling the area as if he'd done this a hundred times. His nose edged me gently, and then his hand encircled the base of my penis warmly under the thick cloud of blankets. His tongue tenderly touched the tip, poking gently into the hole at the end and I felt every nerve awaken with a start. I gasped loudly, then again when his lips went around me, wet and hot. This was not the kiss of a horny teen, but of one who was full of emotion. Gently his tongue encircled me, and I grew warmer and more aroused. I felt the throbbing start at the back of my hips, moving through my spine and pulsing each gorge of blood into the organ in his mouth. I was so caught up in this wonderful dream-come-real, that I could not last. I throbbed and pushed my hips towards his warm, loving mouth, and the orgasm washed through me like a bath of light. He swallowed me up hungrily, hands behind me, pulling me further in. I had become so sensitive, I had to push his mouth away from my groin. Any more, and I was going to explode in fire.
Dave pulled his body back up and lay next to me. I kissed him warmly, and could taste the salt of my semen on his tongue, on his lips. His face was flushed with passion and I could feel him hard against my leg... the feeling was incredible. My hand reached towards that nether pulse, and I took him in my grasp. I heard him moan as he lay back into the mattress, and let me rub into the flesh with my fingertips. My finger heavily traced the vein on the underside, probing the tip at the top and pushing into the delicate skin at the bottom of my finger's trail. He breathed in jagged sighs, with little "mmm"ing sounds as I tickled the edge of the head with my fingertip. I placed my lips over his hardened nipples, enjoying the soft muscle underneath that quivered with my touch. I had laid alone in this bed so many times, imagining it, I found it hard to believe I was not dreaming. But I knew I was not when I felt the weight of his handover my hair, pushing me down to taste the fountain of life that he offered to me.
I barely had gotten his warm, delicious penis into my mouth when he gushed into me with a wave of salty sperm. It felt so alive in my mouth, my stomach, that I swallowed it with love. I kissed the fur that surrounded, and kissed my way back up to his mouth, our juices mixing in the saliva, the smells of passion mixed with the perfume of rain in the bedroom. I fell against his chest, tracing one nipple softly with a fingertip, and whispered, "I love you."
He looked down at me, with a look of surprise on his face. For a moment I was scared. I thought he might get scared by that, but he only smiled. "I know." He said. "I've known it for as long as I've known you."
"Why didn't you say anything... do anything... before?" I asked, looking up into his wide, softly slanted eyes.
"I dunno. It was hard for me to admit I wasn't like other guys. My parents haven't figured it out... I didn't want them to know. They'd think there was something wrong with me if I told them I was into other guys. But I couldn't play the front anymore." He hugged me close. "I love you, too, Gabe. I could feel you watching me all those times. I was so afraid to get close to you, because I was scared of what people would say. But... I couldn't stand it anymore."
I felt so protected by the embrace. So this is what it's like, I thought to myself. This is what I wanted for so long. Tears welled up in my eyes and I hugged him tighter. "Your secret's safe with me, Dave." I whispered into the dark, and nuzzled into his neck for sleep.
by Beth Winegarner, 1992 (C) 1992 nosering publications
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