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Daring To Dream
I remember the first time we met. Well it wasn't a personal introduction, just a general hello to the thirty students assembled and staring at me.
"This is Ryan class, he's just moved here from Ottawa. Let's all try to make him feel welcome." Her voice though sweet sounding to the untrained ear, was not effective to my years of experience. It was September of my final year at high school and I was 18 and furious at the world! I had heard the same teacher's speech over a dozen times between my junior high years and now. You see, my father worked in the Canadian government and we rarely stayed in one location longer than two or three months. Add on to all of that, the problems of any male teenager trying to make sense of the newfound urges he has towards cute guys and you have one hell of a complex problem brewing.
I managed to creak out a hello as I made a quick examination of the class. I could feel everyone's eyes pass over me, and although I should have felt confident with all of my experiences like this before, I suddenly felt very awkward and self-conscious. Surveying the back of the room, I immediately realized why.
There, sitting in the back corner amidst a bunch of unruly football players was the most beautiful boy I had ever laid eyes on. He had this short blonde hair that was gleaming as his hair gel reflected the overhead lights. His eyes were a cool and pale blue, very piercing yet soft. He had these dark blue jeans on that were way too big for him, yet stylishly right; and some Jersey of a CFL team which did little to hide his well toned body. I was lost in time, starring at this boy that on some level knew I could never have, yet too in love to be critical about. Slowly though, I became aware of whispers around the room and before I hastily sat down in a flutter of embarrassment; I locked eyes with the dream that was him.
"Alright then, lets all introduce ourselves quickly so that Ryan can get to know you better." I couldn't believe the luck; my heart sped up in anticipation to hearing his name, some small yet worldly significant personal detail about him. As names flew by me of little importance, the teacher finally motioned him, my newfound god and idol to speak.
"My name's Tyler, I'm eighteen and I am quarterback of the football team here!" This immediately provoked a bunch of cheers and 'Go Wildcats' from his team-mates.
Ah yes, Tyler, what a fitting name, I thought to myself as I repeated it over and over in my head amongst the rising cheers in the class. Hearing him speak was amazing; he had such a sincere and forgive the term, sensitive voice. It sounded very masculine, but there was an undercurrent of romantic tenderness to it as well.
Truth be told, I hadn't really attributed my feelings of attraction to guys with anything more than normal teenage curiosity. In that moment though, everything changed. I knew I was in love, and the fact that he was a guy was as wonderful as it was thrilling. The moment although soon eclipsed by our encounter, was nonetheless a defining moment in my life and I still remember the faintest details surrounding it.
A month passed with little change. Everyday, I eagerly got up and went to school knowing Tyler would be there, knowing he might speak or make eye contact or flex his chest. I was intoxicated from being around him and went home each night with an empty feeling within me, knowing he was somewhere in the city, probably having a good time with his buds or banging some broad.
By the second week of October it had become apparent that not only was Tyler intensely handsome, he was also very intelligent. His discussions, although often eliciting jabbing and good-natured ridicule from his football friends, were well thought and insightful. However, Tyler had one flaw, and his flaw lay in Mathematics.
Math can be cruel in high school; I saw many classmates lost in frustration and confusion, but too self-conscious to admit their slower comprehension of the topics. I was lucky in some way to have inherited my mother's intelligence and passion for the sciences and math. However, there was no hiding Tyler's confusion surrounding math, and after two failed tests, our teacher approached me and asked whether I would mind tutoring him. Apparently, Tyler was open to the idea and I was supposed to call him if I accepted. My head was rushing, I mean here I was, about to be given the telephone number of my idol, my deepest crush ever, and possibly even meet with him, just the two of us. I could do little to hide my bubbling enthusiasm and I noticed my teacher's eyebrow crinkle in thought momentarily, although she said nothing of my over-zealousness.
That night after attempting to dial the number countless times, I finally managed to do it, thinking of idealized possibilities.
I recognized his voice immediately, and my heart was appeased simply hearing him. "Hi Tyler, this is Ryan, you spoke to Mrs. Campbell of needing a tutor for math?"
"Hey Dude, I'm so glad you called! I just don't understand it; I mean I do well in all of my courses except math. But I need Math to be considered for this football scholarship I want to try for, and I've already failed two tests so far."
"Well I wouldn't mind tutoring you Tyler, I'm doing pretty good in the course and could help you with the topics your having trouble understanding." I waited for what seemed like an eternity. Would he say yes, could it be possible that I might go to his house and be in a room alone with him?
"That's awesome dude! How do Thursday nights work for you? Say from seven until nine pm?"
Any time or day would have been perfect! I was willing to do anything just to be with him. And so it was set, I would go there every Thursday night, review math topics with him for two hours. He spoke of reimbursement from his parents and so as not to draw suspicion, I graciously accepted the price his parents had discussed with Tyler. I was flooded with excitement, realizing our first session would be that next night. I was nervous, as I should be, but more importantly I was indescribably excited.
So on Thursday, I stood outside Tyler's door, afraid to knock, yet drawn to it nonetheless. He answered the door wearing a tight t-shirt that again drew me to noticing his pecks and abs bulging out against the fabric. He was also wearing a pair of baggy jean shorts and invited me in right away.
"My parent's have gone out for the night but they hope to meet you next week." He explained as he handed me a cheque for the evening, a meagre ten dollars. Although, they could have been charging me to tutor him and I would have gone for it without hesitation! I took note of his charming politeness, something to add to the infinitely growing list of characteristics I liked about him.
Tyler led me into their den where he had already set up a makeshift study area with his books and materials laid out. We sat down, and I helped him for the full two hours. Throughout the time, he seemed to understand the course much better, and I told him he just needed a bit of one-on-one attention to work through his difficulties.
We finished right on time and he asked if I wanted to watch a movie before going home. I jumped at the opportunity and he put in a movie called The Basketball Diaries. I soon learned Leonardo Di Caprio was in it, who I had more than noticed on screen before! Everything was going good, I was hiding my obsession and affections towards him, or so I thought.
Suddenly Tyler looked over and asked, "That Leonardo Di Caprio is gorgeous huh?"
Without thinking, I responded right away saying "Oh yeah, he's beautif." As soon as I had said it, I realized what had happened and tried to think of someway to shrug it off, or transform my brutal honesty into a joke.
"I knew it!" Tyler proclaimed with rising excitement. "I saw the way you looked at me the first day of class when you were introduced. I was pretty sure then that you were gay."
So he had his suspicions all along. I was getting worried, had he brought me here for some horrible prank maybe to be enacted by the football team? Was he going to expose and humiliate me at school? All of these negative thoughts were racing through my mind when he spoke.
"I noticed you right away too Ryan. I mean, I don't know if I'm gay, I haven't been with a guy; but I like you! I liked you the moment you first came to the class and the moment you sheepishly looked at your shoes and muttered hello. I've wanted to say something to you so badly but I was scared. I mean, I'm the star of the football team, I'm supposed to be the straightest guy in school." He paused for a moment, aware of the silence and my lack of confirmation.
"Would you say something? I don't care anymore about what my friends think about gay people or even what happens if everyone finds out. At least tell me whether or not I'm wrong about you. I'd rather hear it now then find out at school tomorrow and be humiliated."
And then unsure of what to say to him, an urge came over me to lean over and kiss him. I leaned forward looking at him, his soft pale eyes registering the confirmation I didn't have to say as our lips met. Electric shocks went through my body, feeling the contact of our kiss to the fullest. His lips were so soft and inviting and I held myself there for what seemed like eternity. His hand was on my back, caressing it with genuine love. I was lost in his embrace; time went away, the movie drowned out. All I could feel were his lips and tight embrace. Finally I broke the embrace and noticed tears were streaming down my face.
"Oh look at me, this must really turn you on huh?" I asked embarrassed of what he'd think of me crying, yet unable to stop. "I'm sorry, it's just that everything has been so hard for me. I never am in one place long enough to make friends, my dad's job makes us move every three months. I've never had the chance to be close to a guy or girl. And then I came here and met you and" -
"It's ok Ryan, I understand completely! He took me in his arms again, and I, his little rag doll began sobbing uncontrollably. Finally, I stopped but I still felt his strong support. It was strange. My Mom and Dad were great people, but they weren't good at expressing emotions and my dad would never have understood the emotional display I had shown in Tyler's embrace. I thought then, that any guy just interested in a quick sexual fling could not have put up with me as I was. Realizing that Tyler felt so strongly created a sweeping warm feeling throughout my body. I dried my eyes off on my shirt and Tyler lay back on the couch as we kissed again. He began to pull my shirt off.
Stopping Tyler asked, "Are you okay with this? We don't have to do anything you don't want to. I know your feeling rough and I don't want to take advantage of you or anything like that."
"Tyler," I exclaimed, "You're the most caring guy I've ever met. I can't believe something this good can be happening to me. I want to go further, I'm ready for this as long as you are. There is no one I would rather be with more right now! The Ryan which had been nervous and idolized Tyler from a distance had disappeared and I was now confident and very interested in Tyler.
He resumed taking off my shirt and I lay back on the couch as he crept towards me. He kissed me again and as we held that kiss, his hands moved up my spine and around to my chest. He broke the kiss and moved down my neck, placing his warm and moist lips on my chest. A shudder coursed through me as he sucked each of my nipples and massaged my back. I was in heaven! He replaced his lips with his fingers, gently squeezing my nipples as his lips moved further down my chest to my belly button, which he prodded with his tongue. Slowly he began loosening off my jeans and found the awaiting bulge in the boxers I was wearing. Tyler began rubbing my cock through the boxers and I was becoming more and more enveloped in ecstasy. Finally, he pulled these off as well and I lay there completely naked before him.
"Your so beautiful." He whispered as he lay on top of me. I could feel his bulge in his shorts as well and wondered with anticipation what his package was like. He moved down to my legs and licked the very tip of my dick. With the same tender softness he had kissed me with, he took my cock in his mouth and began sucking it. This was such a new sensation for me. My feelings of ecstasy were quickly intensified and I lay back with pleasure as he made me feel on fire. I would have come in no time, but I wanted to share the experience with him.
"Can I suck you at the same time?"
He looked at me with an expression of excitement and I pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. Tracing the path down his smooth chest as he had done with me, I used my hands to slide off his shorts. He was wearing boxers as well, and as I lay on top of him and exchanged another kiss, I could feel his cock resting against me. I repositioned myself on my side and put my head close to his crotch, removing his boxers. His package was as good as I had imagined with a nice crest of pubic hair, a well-hung cock and a large set of balls. I rolled each one of his balls separately between my fingers and then tried one in my mouth. As I began this with him, I felt his warmth encompass my cock's tip once more and shudders of excitement and pleasure rippled through me. Hoping I could give him as much pleasure I licked the tip of his dick, noticing he was circumcised as well, and then encircled it with my lips. I felt him shudder and figured I must have been doing it right. I bobbed my head up and down his shaft and with my free hands began rubbing his chest and nipples. His hands had found my butt and he began rubbing my cheeks lightly. There were so many sensations going through me as I lay there, that a convulsion began to creep through me. Starting in the base of my crotch I felt it slowly moving up, all my muscles tensing with the orgasm. I felt the orgasm reaching my cock and for a moment released his cock from my mouth to yell out that I was coming. We hadn't talked about what we would do at this point and not wanting to put him in an uncomfortable situation I suggested we jerk each other off from there. He seemed relieved and we both lay next to each other stroking our cocks. The orgasm had retreated slightly, but as Tyler lay there gazing lovingly into my eyes and sending sensations after sensation through the rubbing of my cock; I felt the orgasm reach my dick and move up into the shaft until I tensed and the biggest orgasm of my life erupted. I hadn't masturbated for quite awhile and it seemed like spurt after spurt continued.
Tyler was quick to follow and as I felt him tense, I sped up my pace rubbing his cock until his dick shuddered and I felt a shower of cum fall onto me. It was warm and I knew it was from him and it was perfect. We lay there together in a tight embrace after, kissing the other. He had a skylight over the den and I lay there looking up at the stars and moon that had come out. I realized that I could stay in that moment forever if I could, resting with him, feeling loved and loving him.
Alas, his parent's car broke our reverie and we scrambled to get back into our clothes and return the den to its normal state. We had just straightened the couch and finished putting our clothes on when his parents walked in the door.
"Hi Mum." Tyler said, with a strange victory resounding in his voice.
"Tyler, what is your friend still doing here? It's nearly midnight!"
"Oh we decided to watch a movie after the tutoring session, it went really good and we felt like celebrating."
"Well it's great to meet you, Ryan, right?" His mother asked with a genuine warmth and friendliness (I could see where Tyler had learned this).
"Yes, it's great to meet you too Mrs. Harper."
"I'm going to drive him home now Mum, our movie just finished."
"Alright then, good night boys." This time it was his Dad with the friendly spirit. As they went up the stairs, I heard his mom remark how polite I was. Mr. Harper muttered something about how it was good to see different people than the 'goon squad' (which I assumed to be football players) around their house.
THE END
Or is it? Apparently not, as the next story is underway! Stay tuned for the continuing saga.
I would appreciate hearing anyone's comments or criticisms (although I must admit, comments or even praise is much more appealing). Incidentally, since I'm happy with my story as it sits, I probably am not terribly interested in your criticisms, but hey you can always try. Anyways, my email address is nicodemus000@hotmail.com so you can contact me there.
Also in case you are just dying to know, my profile is a 19-year-old, gay white male. I live in Vancouver Canada and am studying a certain degree (you really DON'T need to know this!) at a certain University (or that!). This story sadly isn't true, however it does make for a good fantasy. I can only hope that my dream can one day be a reality.
Until that time, my fantasy life will have to suffice.
Thanks for reading my story.. Take care and don't forget to dare to dream! R. - March 2002