Courting Chris (part 2)
Bill was straight, but found himself strangely attracted to an effeminate boy at school. When he acted upon his feelings it opened and entirely new world to him! I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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I arrived at Chris' house and he answered the door. While he had been very defensive at lunch, he was now friendly. He smiled at me and said, "Thanks for coming."
Chris introduced me to Mrs. Binsen, his grandmother as "the nice guy I told you about."
We sat down in the living room and Chris left me alone with her. I felt really vulnerable here alone with her.
She broke the ice and said, "I understand you want to take Chris out on a date."
There it was – it was out now and I breathed a sigh of relief. I found myself speechless.
Mrs Binsen continued, "I think you are nervous talking about this."
"I'm scared to death," I confessed.
"Chris is not like other boys," she said.
"Yes, I know," I said, "very different."
"I'll leave you alone a bit to collect your thoughts," Mrs. Binsen said, "while I get us some lemonade."
I was really nervous but she was so nice that I was beginning to calm down.
She returned with two glasses of lemonade and sat next to me. "Bill," she asked, "are you gay?"
"No," I blurted out, "I mean – I don't think so, but I'm not sure."
"It can be a very confusing time," she said, "and it has been very difficult for Chris – he hasn't had any friends until you."
"It has been difficult raising Chris alone," she said, "but I'm not sure even his parents would have known what to do. The boys at school are so mean – do you know what they did?"
"Yes, I do," I said, "some of it, at least."
"I'm so glad you aren't like that," she said.
I felt ashamed for the part I played, even though it wasn't intentional. "Kids tend to pick on people who are different from themselves," I said.
"So what did you have in mind for your big date?" she asked.
"I thought we would grab something at McDonalds and go out to a movie," I said.
"That sounds nice," she said, "I had given up on Chris ever having a date – I didn't expect it would be with a boy, but I'm glad it's with a nice boy like you."
She got up and called Chris into the room. "I'll leave you to boys together," she said, picking up the empty lemonade glasses.
Chris sat next to me and said, "So what are you looking for?"
"To get to know you better," I said, "nothing more for now."
"This is new to me," he said.
"Me to," I agreed, "I'm kind of surprised I'm even here, so can we try to be nice about this?"
"Are you having second thoughts?" asked Chris.
"I suppose I am – kind of," I said, "I want to do this but am nervous about it."
"I'm sorry," Chris said, "I'm not used to guys being nice to me."
"Give yourself a chance," I replied, "you might like it."
We agreed that I would pick him up at 6pm on Friday night.
On the way home I thought about what was happening. I set up a date with a gay guy, and I'm not even gay – at least not that I know of – maybe I was one of those latent gays – how would I know?
I wasn't homophobic, and realized that I was going down a path that might lead me to being gay – that didn't bother me, but I knew I had to be discrete or I would be the target of abuse too.
On Friday night I picked up Chris as planned. We got into my car – it was an older model Chevrolet with a bench seat. Chris sat on the passenger side, slid all the way to the door. He was intentionally keeping his distance, which was probably the right thing to do.
As I drove I noticed that Chris had moved his hand to the center of the seat. As I stopped at a light I put my hand on his and he looked at me. I smiled and he moved closer.
By the time we arrived at McDonalds we were holding hands like any other couple on a date.
We went in, ordered our meal and sat down. As we talked, Chris said, "I'm not trying to be difficult, but I need to know why you asked me out."
"I had noticed you from afar for some time," I explained, "but when I looked you in the eyes, I felt like we had made a connection."
"Most guys find blowjobs to be pretty special," Chris said, "that's why they want them."
"Ok, I was in that line with the other guys," I said, "but when I saw it was you, I felt ashamed and wanted to leave, but you already started. I knew when we looked into each other's eyes that I wanted to get to know you. I wish I could make it up to you."
"By giving me a blowjob?" Chris said.
"That isn't what I had in mind," I said, "is that what it would take?"
"I'm sorry Bill," Chris said, "I don't know how to act on a date – can we try again?"
"Sure," I said, "I think you know that I'm not like those other guys, and I'm trying to figure myself out."
"Bill," Chris said, "I'm so glad to be on a date with you, and I'll try to be less of a jerk."
We finished eating and left. On the way to the movie theater Chris sat right next to me, holding my hand. I liked the way it felt, though it was quite unfamiliar to me.
We arrived at the movie theater and bought tickets. We entered the theater and realized that we had picked an unpopular movie, since there were less than a dozen people there. We selected center seats near the back. We held hands from the start, but after the movie started my hand moved to Chris.
I placed my hand on his cheek and he turned to face me. I leaned to him and gently kissed him on the lips. He pulled back, but later he reached over to me and we kissed in earnest.
After the movie as we walked out, Chris said, "I want to hold your hand, but we shouldn't in public."
"No problem," I said, "we don't need to attract attention."
On the way back to Chris' house we kissed whenever we stopped for a light. "Can I do anything for you, Bill?" he asked.
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