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Ian's Extra Credit - Chapter 10
I'm up early again. The crisp winter morning has formed frost crystals on the kitchen windows. I find myself really well rested these days. Sleeping better than ever. Coffee is brewed, the tantalizing, delicious aromas tempting me to my third cup. Now on to breakfast for four. I figure these are three hungry boys so huge stacks of pancakes with maple syrup, whipped cream and blueberries, cheese omelettes, hash browns, English muffins, and toast.
Earlier I called the local police to tell them what happened with Steve. They are sending by a detective and social worker this afternoon. Poor Steve. I wonder what will happen? They've been looking for his dad for hours. They got a lot of calls about some drunk driving crazy, yelling, and banging on doors. Callers described Steve's dad as looking like a madman, raging and screaming that he was going to `kill that useless faggot piece of shit.' How could someone think that way, talk that way, about their own son? He's only a sixteen year old kid.
The hot, black liquid singes my throat a bit as I take a huge gulp of coffee. Sent by the gods. As I am just finishing with the preparations Ian dashes into the kitchen, grabs me and gives me a gigantic smooch.
"What is that for?" I ask.
"Nothing. Just love you to bits." Ian replies. "Where are the guys? Should I wake them?"
"Give them a few minutes. There's no rush." I say but no need to worry as Sammy plops himself down at the table.
"Morning guys, hey what a nice sunny day breakfast smells really good did you guys want to hang out today because I'm free it's cool if you can't but you know I was thinking maybe the four of us." Sammy blurts without a breath.
"Sammy slow down. Relax. Why are you so hyper this morning?" I inquire.
Sammy looks up at me and then Ian with a coy smile. Then it turns into a huge grin.
"Oh shit Sammy." Ian almost whispers. "What happened last night?"
"Well after you guys went to bed Steve and I got under the blankets and just talked for about two hours. Deep down he's this super nice guy, really sweet, but fuck, how could anyone stay nice living like he does?" He was telling me about all beatings he took off his dad. And his dad would beat him hardest on Friday so most of the marks would be gone by Monday. Think guys. Every Friday he left school knowing what he was facing. We'd see him at school mouthing off to someone but later that day he would be on his back being pummeled by his dad. The two of us ended crying a bit and, well I gave him this big hug and he hugged me back. It felt so good." Sammy admits.
"The way you were looking at him last night I'm surprised that's all that happened." I tell him.
"Ummm...I'm not finished. After falling asleep, well I thought I was having a really good dream but Steve was jerking me off. Like not just touching or something but stroking me. It felt so cool." Sammy says.
"What did you do?" Ian asks.
"Well, I reached over and, well, I did the same to him." Sammy confesses.
"And?" Ian pushes.
"Well the crazy thing is we were both pretending to be asleep. I mean how stupid. We both knew we were both awake but, anyway, we kept going and the amazing thing is we both came at the same time. Then we just fell asleep holding each other's dicks. I'll put the sheets in the wash later." Sammy confesses. "It was the first time I ever touched another boy like that or had anyone touch me, and oh my god guys, Steve is hu..."
"Oh, morning Steve." I strategically interrupt, seeing Steve enter the kitchen, his flaming red hair standing on end.
"Morning guys. Ummm. Morning Sammy." Steve says quietly, a light blush on his face.
I hand Steve a nice hot coffee.
"I've never had coffee before." Steve admits as he sips. "Wow, it's bitter."
"Here add some sugar, and we can have cream this morning right Chris?" Sammy asks.
"Sure can, no meat." I confirm.
"Oh, that's better. Thanks Sammy." Steve says.
"Thank you Steve." Sammy says, his eyes twinkling.
"For what Sammy?" Steve inquires.
"Last night, you know." Sammy says coquettishly.
"You were both awake." Ian blurts.
Sammy and I look at Ian, our eyes bugging.
"What? Sammy is rubbing off on me." Ian states.
"So you told them Sammy?" Steve asks, his pale face flushing brighter.
"Sorry Steve. It's just that we keep our secrets from the outside world, not from each other. We share everything. I already feel both better and like a better person since I found two people I could be completely honest with. Always." Sammy fills him in. "Now there are four of us so we each have three people to share with. It feels really good Steve. We all have things we keep bottled up. Some things we might be afraid to tell anyone. And it's not good to do that."
"Really? Wow. Come to think of it that does sound nice. What is the word? Confidence?" Steve asks.
"Confidants." I reply. "Exactly."
"Okay, ummm, wow. Well last night Sammy was a first for me. I've never done anything like that before." Steve admits. " I was so afraid of waking you up. At first I was just feeling your chest and your abs, but, god I was so nervous, I put my hand on your dick and you were already hard. So I started playing with you like I would with myself. And then, you grabbed my dick and yeah I knew you were awake and I knew you knew that I was awake but, well."
"Did you enjoy it?" Sammy needs to know.
"Yeah, it felt really good having someone else do it. And it felt neat touching you Sammy. Your body is, well, fucking hot, and you smell so nice." Steve confesses.
"You smell nice too Steve. Like peaches and cream." Says Sammy, startled to hear those words come out of his mouth considering Steve's odorous reputation.
Feeling a need for a brief interlude I change the subject. "So Steve, I called the cops."
"You what? Fuck. Now they'll come and take me away. No fucking way I'm going back into foster care. That's worse than being at home. Why did you do that Chris? I thought you said we were friends." Steve says tearing up.
"Steve, we are friends, but they have to know about this. Your dad tried to kill you last night. This wasn't just a beating. And anyway they are already looking for him. Other people called him in. It was just a matter of time before they grabbed you at school. Don't you have any relatives near here?" I ask.
"No, no one. I've been in the system five times and I am not gonna go back." Steve insists.
"Steve just wait till they get here. Let's not get ahead of ourselves." I implore.
Steve does not look convinced. He looks like he wants to run.
"Steve I'm really sorry but I had no choice. I love you. I won't let shit happen to you." I tell him.
"You love me? What do you mean by that? I thought Ian was your boyfriend." Steve says.
"I love you as a friend, well more than a friend. The three, sorry four of us share a special bond and we all truly and honestly love each other." I tell him.
"So like you guys all have sex together?" Steve asks.
"No Steve," Sammy says. "Ian and Chris have sex together, constantly and all over the house. I don't have sex with anyone."
"We love each other like family but more. You know Steve. When your parents say they love you. That kind of love." I say.
"I feel really stupid guys but I still don't understand. Are you talking about parents having sex with their kids because..." Steve says.
"No Steve." Oh fuck, it couldn't be, could it? "Steve, don't your parents ever tell you that they love you?"
"No, do yours?" Steve says, oblivious.
"Wait, are you serious Steve? Never?" Sammy asks while taking Steve's hand.
"No." Steve admits.
"Fuck Steve. You see guys this is why we all have to stick together and give each other one hundred percent support and love. Steve, you can rest assured that you will be loved every minute of every day from now on. You can't turn us off." I tell him.
"Wow guys, this is kinda freaky. You really do give a shit about me." Steve says, eyes moist "Okay then, I love you guys too."
After a few minutes of all of us bawling, okay I've come to like tears now and then, and group hugging, we sit again.
"So Steve. You never told us why you didn't rat on us." Ian says.
"What? Oh right. It just didn't feel right. I was fucked up that day. I mean it's really no one's business. Fuck. Fuck." Steve takes a few deep breaths, composes himself and then. "I've never felt more accepted than I do right now. I don't think I've ever met three cooler guys and you treat me like gold. So, I'm gonna play by your, our rules. Here goes. I've been having these dreams, well and thoughts when I'm awake, about guys. You know, doing stuff with them. I kept fighting it, praying I would die in my sleep, but the feelings kept getting stronger. Why are we like this guys? I hate myself for it sometimes."
"I think we've all probably felt that way Steve. But not anymore. Look at us. You are looking at three happy guys." I tell him.
"Well, the whole fight last night started because my dad caught me, fuck, you know, jerking off." Steve tells us.
"He beat you because of that?" Sammy asks.
"I was wearing headphones. I didn't hear him come in. I was doing it while looking at a picture and he saw the picture and well, here I am." Steve says.
"Was it a naked guy?" Sammy asks.
"No, just a really built Latino guy standing beside a weight bench with his shirt off. It was in the school newspaper." Steve admits, his fingers tracing patterns on the table.
"Hey I'm Mexican and my picture was in the paper..." Sammy trails off.
"I thought you were Jewish." says Ian.
"You can be both Ian. I was born in Guadalajara. I immigrated here when I was 10. I didn't speak English until then." Sammy says seeming to forget for a moment but. "You were looking at picture of me?" Sammy clicks.
"Yes Sammy, god this is embarrassing. Guys that I find, you know, guys that turn me on, are shorter than me and built solid, like sooooliiiid. And there is something about a Latino guy that turns me on." Steve confesses. "Maybe because I'm so damn white."
"So, do you like me or just that picture?" Sammy asks a look of worry on his face.
"You. Fuck. Completely honest? I get a fucking hard on whenever I see you. Holy fuck guys you are right, this does feel good." Steve admits, laughing. "I could never say that to anyone else."
Well you know the proverbial kid on Xmas morning, or would it be a Hanukkah evening? Anyway that is Sammy. I don't believe he has ever been so flattered.
"Oh my god Steve I can't believe it. I always thought you looked so cool. A total asshole but cool. Oh god that red hair. You're really serious? This isn't a joke or something?" Sammy says.
"You like me too Sammy?" Wow, this is just, wow." Steve says.
"I know, it's so cool." Sammy replies.
Buzzzzz. The door to mom's office. "Give me a sec guys." I head to the office to let in the visitors.
It is detective Franklin, and Mrs. Finch for the child services people. We make introductions and I fill the detective in again on what I know. Each of the others is interviewed individually ending with Steve.
"No fucking way. There's no way I'm going back there. I'd rather take my chances on the street." Steve's voice bellows through the thick, solid wood door.
"Shit, let me check this guys." I tell them and I head, my shoulders tensing, to the office.
"What's going on?" as I fling open the door, maybe a little too dramatically.
The detective had actually left several minutes earlier, his job here complete. Mrs. Finch is sitting looking flustered.
"I was just telling Steve that we have an emergency foster home for him tonight..." she begins.
"And I'm not fucking going there." Steve finishes his face red, matching his hair. "Look Chris," showing me some small round marks on his arm. "They did this, the people she wants to send me to, they did this, with fucking cigarettes and roaches. They fucking burnt me and all she can do is sit there and say there is no proof. What the fuck is this?" Shoving his arm in her face.
"Both of you out. In the hall now." I escort them into the hall, slamming the office door. I am shaking with rage. Violently trembling. Every muscle in my body tense. I have work to do. Dropping into mom's chair I grab her Rolodex. I spin until...there it is. Pulling the card I pick up the phone and punch in the number.
"Hello?" says the female voice on the other end.
"Good afternoon is this Ms. Lang?" I ask politely.
"Yes, who's this?" she replies.
"This is Chris Buchanan, of Gallagher Industries." I say, using any leverage I have available. As our businesses employ over thirty percent of our area's population the name does get noticed.
"Oh yes Mr. Buchanan, what can I do for you?" With my voice she has no idea she is speaking to a 15 year old kid.
I tell her about the situation we are dealing with.
"Well Mr. Buchanan, we have rules and the worker has to make these decisions." she tells me.
"Rules? What rules allow you to place a child where he is in danger?" my voice deepening. `Would you like me to provide the press with the long list of rule infractions that exist in this case already or would it be better laid to rest?"
I realize that maybe I should not go so hard. Perhaps she is doing the best she can. My new affection for Steve is clouding my judgment. I know they just had a major budget cut. Change of strategy.
"Ms. Lang, my apologies. Steve is a very dear family friend and I may have lost my temper. You just had a big budget cut. What is your shortfall this year?" I ask.
"Ummm, well, just under $15,000. And even that would only get us back up to a bare minimum, which is never enough. I hear your frustration, I feel it too, and it is admirable how much you care for your friend but..."
"$50,000." I say.
"What's that? I'm sorry. No I said $15,000." she replies.
"Steve stays with us. Shred, burn his file. Beam it into deep space, wide dispersal. I don't care. Steve stays with us and I will have a courier deliver you a cheque this afternoon for $50,000. You can announce it as an anonymous donation. Later you and I will meet to discuss ongoing funding shortfalls. Agreed?" I ask.
"But we have policies..."
"That you can't fucking implement because you are always strapped for cash. One kid, just one falls off your radar for good and think how many others you will be able to help. You could be doing what you truly love to do. Helping kids." I hold firm.
"This is...okay. Okay. This can't get out about Steve. I'll destroy his file. We don't know he exists." She agrees.
"Well done Ms. Lang. The cheque will be in your hands within an hour." as I hang up.
I pull out my personal cheque book and write it out, adding my signature. Hey it will maybe help some kids and it will really help Steve. No biggie. I call the courier and leave the cheque in the dropbox on mom's outside door. I make a note to follow up with Ms. Lang next month. She is going to get the money she needs. Opening the office door I find Mrs. Finch standing in the hall.
"Mrs. Finch. You may use my phone to call Ms. Lang at home before letting yourself out." I inform her. Making a note to send a nice bouquet.
I return to the kitchen to see three of the saddest puppy faces you can imagine. I sit.
"Well guys, it took some finagling but...Steve, you were never in the system, you are not now in the system. The people at child services have never heard of you. You're staying here." I tell them.
Bewildered looks all around.
"What?" Steve asks. "Are you serious. How?"
"I told him he had nothing to worry about." Ian says smugly. " As soon as you kicked them out of the office I knew you were up to something. Did you wield your sword again my knight?"
"Only my tongue, and my pen." I answer.
"But how did you do this?" Steve begs to know.
"About that Steve. Between us it's honesty always, but around this place sometimes we have to learn just to accept, without question, that good things happen." Ian tells him, looking towards me with the most loving smile.
"So are you telling me I can stay here, in this fucking amazing house, with you fucking amazing guys?" Steve asks.
"Welcome home Steve." I say making us all teary eyed again.
"I don't live here Steve. I live with my mom. It's just a couple of blocks from here." Sammy clarifies.
"You don't?" Steve asks, a sadness in his eyes.
"No but I'm here every Saturday, sorry, Sammyday," he laughs.
"And holidays." chips in Ian.
"Sammy, you're not sabbath observant." I mention.
"No, I actually get a bit of a thrill turning on a light switch after sundown. That's why I loved when we worked in the theatre on Fridays. Makes me feel like a bad boy," he grins, "Why?"
"Why don't you start coming over right after school on Fridays and spending the whole weekend?" I explain.
"Cool, that works great, don't you think Steve? Sammy asks, smiling.
"And for tonight, call your mom and ask if you can stay over and we will all head directly to school from here." I mention. "Steve hasn't seen his room yet. Why don't you show him?"
"Okay cool. Come on Steve." Sammy says taking Steve's hand and leading him away.
"Wow," I hear as they enter the room, the door quickly closing behind them.
"God Sammy looks so happy." I tell Ian.
"Yeah, and holy fuck. Fucking Steve...Steve. Who would have ever?..." Ian says before I interrupt.
"Ian, look at us. Who would have ever?"
"Yeah you're right as always." Ian says squishing me tight.
The phone rings, Ian answers. "Hello, oh hi detective Franklin, yeah sure hold on." handing me the phone.
"Yes detective? You have? Well that's good news. Yeah good idea. Thanks for the call." I say.
"As soon as the lovebirds are done you have to take Steve to his place. They picked up his dad and he won't be getting out soon. This may be Steve's best chance to grab any belongings he has." I tell Ian.
"Hey guys," it's Sammy, startling both Ian and I. He and Steve are hand in hand, the smiles somewhat telling.
"You guys finished already?" Ian asks. "I figured we would have to pry you out of your room."
"Well we just got to talking and, guys, this might sound silly but we want to wait until tonight. I want it to feel romantic." Sammy informs us, turning frequently to gaze into Steve's eyes."
"Okay then, good timing. Steve, your dad's in jail. They suggest that you get anything you want out of your house now. Ian will drive you." I tell him.
"Yeah, come on Steve. I'll find you something of mine to wear." as they head to our bedroom.
"I'm going to bring this cooler home and I'll tell mom then that I'm staying over tonight. Gotta get a change of clothes." Sammy says heading to his room.
I take the opportunity to make a quick phone call. Done.
Quiet time. With everyone gone I sit with my thoughts. First me, then Ian, Sammy, now Steve. Four lives have changed so much and so quickly. Another big change is coming soon. It will give me access to many more opportunities to complete the plans my mom and I have been discussing for years.
I know that a lot of the kids at school already think of me as the spoiled rich kid. And yeah, I am sometimes. But I always try to be a good person. When I spend money some people think I'm showing off. Far from it. I hate, loath, despise being the centre of attention. That's why I'm behind a small pane of tinted glass at the back of the theatre instead of onstage. But it's who I am. I was raised a very privileged kid, but my parents instilled good values and ethics in me. Believe me. There were a few times I got snotty when I was younger and I got a thorough dressing down. My mom used to point out some of the more unfortunate people we may see on our travels, reminding me that I could be any one of them.
"We don't get to choose where we are born or who our parents are Chris. And in our case we don't get to choose where our money comes from. But we get to choose who we will be and what we will do with it. Choose wisely." she would say.
So I'm aware of how my relationship with money makes some people uncomfortable but I wish it weren't that way. I wish people would know me first. I'm not that' guy. But honestly, when it comes to my friends, I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks. Sure I can be more free with my cash than most people but I have it and that's what it's for. No apologies. And besides. I have to work on my edge'. It will be needed shortly.
There are a few people that will soon learn a great deal more about my relationship with money. The last time I may have seen any of them I was no more than ten. I'm not looking really forward to it but mom has been readying me for this day for years, and she and I have been talking frequently on the phone to go over new details. Mom and I talk almost every day, if even for a few minutes, dad too but he is always running around on his new golf cart. The man captains the most advanced passenger jet in the skies and he gets a kick out of a golf cart.
All three guys return at the same time. Sammy with his backpack of clothes and Steve with one small cardboard box and a garbage bag packed full.
"Sammy, why don't you help Steve get his laundry in?" I suggest.
"Okay, come on Steve, bring the bag." Sammy instructs as he carries the tattered box.
"Oh god Chris, I thought my shitty trailer was bad. Steve's place, fuck Chris. I thought I was going to gag as soon as he opened the door. He kept apologizing over and over. They use buckets for toilets. There are food containers all over. Rats running around, no power or heat, water dripping everywhere. No bed, Chris he has no bed. Just a few dirty blankets on the floor." Ian tells me. "Everything he owns, other than that bag of filthy clothes, is in that tiny box. Everything Chris." I can see the disbelief in Ian's eyes.
"Fuck, on the team we always rib him about how he stinks. They have no running water. No way for Steve to wash his clothes or himself. He must feel so embarrassed, ashamed, and the team only makes it worse. He spends so long in the showers after a game that we tease him that he is sizing us up, come to think of it maybe he is, but it is his only chance to feel clean. How many kids live like that Chris?" Ian finishes, misty eyed.
"I've had similar thoughts Ian and it's something I really want to talk about with you but it's not time yet. Let's just say maybe there's a way we can help other kids too. But later." I say.
"Hey guys," I say as Sammy and Steve return. "Did you get everything you needed Steve?"
"Yeah. It's not much. Just stuff that I picked up over the years. Junk mostly, I mean nothing is worth anything, but each one has a little memory. Some of the few good ones. Thanks again guys. If I didn't have you I would be totally screwed right now." Steve answers.
"Well I'll get started on dinner." I tell them.
"Chris, we have a ton left over from yesterday. You sit down. Steve, come help me get this stuff heated up." Sammy says pulling food out of the fridge.
Ian and I sit and watch the two of them working side by side. They suddenly seem to belong together. A word here and there, a small gesture, they are already communicating, almost instinctively picking up on each other. But I notice something else that I hadn't before. Steve moves around Sammy and the kitchen with, well, grace. His movements are so fluid it is a delight to watch. How did this tall, skinny guy learn to move like this?
A short while later we are finished and quite sated. I make a note to ask Sammy more about his mom's cooking later. Especially where she got her recipes. Just an idea I have brewing.
"Steve, I never noticed before but, watching you move around the kitchen with Sammy was like watching someone dance. You're almost like liquid. It's so neat. So smooth." I say with a genuine appreciation. "Where did you learn to move like that?"
"Oh, ummm." Steve turns a bright red and looks down at his fidgeting hands. "I've always liked watching dancers and well, there's this concrete pad out back of our house and I'd take my radio and some stolen batteries and spend all day just dancing, moving. It makes me feel really good. I never told anyone `cause I was afraid they'd think I'm gay. That's kinda funny. Wow. But yeah, there it is guys, I'm out. I like to dance. Actually, that's why the beatings started. Dad caught me one time, called me a fucking fag and said he would toughen me up."
"I hate dancing and I had to put in weeks of practice for an event that was cancelled due to the weather. You like to dance Steve? Should we show him Chris?" Ian says.
"Show him what guys?" Sammy inquires. Oh right, he hasn't seen the dance studio.
"Give me five minutes Ian and bring them down." I say before heading to the studio. I fire up the lights running a basic program, some connected to a light organ I had built from a Heathkit. I blare a tape of disco music, fire up the smoke machine, giving it a few bursts. Why hadn't I thought of this before? A disco party. Well not much of a party, only the four of us. The door swings open to reveal the stunned faces of Steve and Sammy.
"Oh my god," Steve almost screams running to the center of the floor, his eyes scanning the whole space as his body turns in place, his face displaying his obvious awe. Can I come and dance in here Chris? I mean sometimes it's the only way I have to burn off steam."
"Anytime you want Steve. I want you to make this house your home." I tell him.
"I don't think many homes have this Chris." Steve points out.
"Well ours does so learn to enjoy it. Let's go have a couple of drinks, blaze one or two and then come have a party." I tell them. I don't want the smell of weed in here. I leave everything running and we head to the rec room.
About a half hour later we are back in the studio and having an absolute blast. God it can be fun to just let go. No worries, just good friends. I was never one to act silly or make a fool of myself but with these three it feels okay. More than okay. It feels fantastic. I can be uptight sometimes. This is good for me. Exhausted I take a seat, collapsing on a folding chair.
Both Ian and Sammy also sit, chests heaving, panting heavily. Only Steve continues to move to the music. I watch him. I'm in awe. His sinewy, tightly muscled body, looking like it was chiseled out of the whitest alabaster, takes on the hues of the lights. His face is almost expressionless. Ian, Sammy and I are no longer here.
Steve has stepped into his own world. His moves carry him from one end of the room to the other. Each graceful step leading to the next. He owns this dance floor. His feet, legs, arms all demonstrating his deep connection with the music. My god he is beautiful. I hope he sees himself that way in the wall of mirrors.
I look over to Ian and Sammy who are both, mouths open, fixated on Steve's every move. Minutes later the music ends and Steve drops to his knees, sobbing. We are on our feet cheering until Sammy runs to him, sitting on the floor beside him, arm around his shoulder. "Are you okay Steve? What's wrong? You were incredible. Like really, really good, wasn't he guys?"
"Really good Steve." Says Ian enthusiastically.
"You were great." I chip in.
"Really? I did okay? I've never danced in front of anyone before." Steve admits.
"Steve, my mom ran a dance studio here. She danced professionally for years. You are one of the best guys I've ever seen. And not just by a bit." I tell him. "You have such passion."
"It's all I have Chris. My only escape. It keeps me sane, barely. Until now I could never even tell anyone." Steve says. "But are you guys just being nice? Remember the honesty thing."
"Honest Steve. You have incredible talent." I tell him. "And now you have a place to dance whenever you want."
"I still can't believe what just happened. It was like a dream coming true." he sniffled. "I've always wanted to dance on a floor like this, with the lights, the big speakers. When I would dance on the concrete pad I would close my eyes and imagine I was on a stage. You've really made a dream come true for me guys. Thank you so much."
"I'll be back in a sec." I say heading to the office. In the dropbox is an envelope containing a plastic bag. Inside that bag are hundreds of rose petals. I dash to guest room grabbing some candles on the way. I scatter the rose petals on the bed. There's a light cinnamon aroma in the air from the candles. A few minutes later and the room is a honeymoon paradise. Perfect for our little lovebirds.
"Well guys, it's getting late and we have school in the morning. Better get to bed." I tell them as I return to the studio.
Each of them mutters something about being exhausted, we gather ourselves and head off to bed. Moments later I hear the door to the guest room open. "Wow, cool." I hear from Steve and Sammy. "Thanks guys." they giggle closing the door.
As Ian and I settle into bed we're both intensely curious about what is happening in the guest room. I'm sure Sammy will fill us in. Will they find the same connection, the same love that Ian and I have? We give each other a kiss then cuddle, drifting away after a stressful day.
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How do I, oh, cool, hi, this is Sammy. I am going to go crazy waiting to tell Chris and Ian. After they went to bed Steve and I sat looking around the room. Chris made it feel so romantic. It is exactly how I wanted my first time with another boy to feel. I felt really awkward. I imagine Steve did too.
"Sammy, will you do something for me?" Steve asked.
"Of course, anything. What do you want me to do?" I asked him, wondering.
"Would you stand naked in front of me? I just want to look at you." He said.
We both quickly doffed our sweats. Steve sat back on the bed while I did as he asked. His eyes took me in slowly as he studied me carefully. Yeah it felt odd. I'm pretty proud of my body but don't get many opportunities to show it off. I work really hard on staying in fantastic shape and it is nice to see the look of appreciation in Steve's eyes.
"Wow! Oh my god Sammy! Your body is flawless! You are so, wow, so..." as he grabbed my ass, pulling me towards him, nuzzling his face in my abs. My hard cock poking him in his chest. He stood up, turned us around and with a gentle push I was on my back staring up at him. It was really the first time I saw his cock. It's was standing out from his body, swinging like a club. About nine inches and fairly thick it is his head that earned him his nickname. His cock looked like a baby's arm holding a baseball. I didn't know if I could ever get it in my mouth.
He was between my legs, his tongue again on my abs, tickling my bellybutton. Slowly he moved up to my carefully sculpted chest, moaning along the way. He spent a lot of time on my chest and then my armpits. That was a surprise.
"I, I never thought I would get a chance to touch you. You are so beautiful." Steve told me just before his lips were pressed against my own. He held my head in his hands, his slender fingers getting lost in my curly hair.
I reached up and did the same, his amazing red hair was glowing in the candlelight. Oh my god the feeling was unlike anything I've ever known. I was so nervous and yet so attracted and excited. Steve is such a good kisser. His lips are so soft. He's incredibly gentle. When his tongue first entered my mouth it made my toes curl. What a feeling. I was tasting another boy. The two of us were making noises I don't think I've heard before. It felt so honest. We spent about half an hour just kissing and grinding against each other, taking turns to see who would be on top.
Eventually we ended up in a side by side 69 position. Instantly Steve took me in his mouth. His tongue was exploring me and the sucking. God. It felt so intense. I was lost for a moment before realizing what I was staring at.
His cock head was staring back. Large and flared. The crimson colour was a strong contrast to the whiteness of the shaft. He may not have Ian's length but it is the freaking enormous head that makes Sammy's kosher kielbasa stand out. I was worried it wouldn't fit in my mouth. I extended my tongue and gently took a lap where his head meets his shaft. I know that when I jerk off that area is so sensitive. It worked. Steve's body shuddered while he let out a deep moan. I licked around this broad corona. Chris showed me some of his magazines but none of the guys had a head this big. It looked almost freaky but delicious.
Clear liquid began to dribble out of his cock. The lips of his slit looked kissable. I began to lap up his fluids with glee. Got it tasted so good. A tiny bit salty but really sweet. It would taste great on pancakes. I used my tongue to spread it over his entire head making it glisten in the candlelight.
Steve had me all the way in his mouth. I could feel his tongue on my pubes. I still can't believe how good it felt. I tried to take him deeper to give him the same sensation but it was impossible. His head was filling my mouth. So instead I used my tongue to bathe every juicy inch of his `Red Menace' while my lips were kissing it as well. The colour of his pubes do indeed match his hair. I loved seeing that contrast. I love that colour.
I felt myself getting close so I went back to sucking on his knob. I wanted to have him in my mouth when I blew my load. Was it possible he was getting even juicier? It was flowing fast and easy. Then I felt it. It was too late to warn him and my mouth was full but as my first shot flew to the back of his throat I felt an enormous blast go off in my mouth. Not like me where I shoot out a few small shots but one huge shot. Huge. With that head in my mouth there was not much room so it began to leak out of my mouth. I didn't want to waste anything so I pulled off, swallowed what was in my mouth and then licked up every stray drop. Much tidier than last night.
We stayed there beside each other, our heavy breathing slowing as we came down from our shared moment. I flipped myself around so my head was on the pillow next to his. Our eyes locked, burning deep into each other's soul.
"I think I love you Sammy." Steve said with tears of pure joy in his eyes. "But I'm scared. I mean look at you, that body, that face, wow, you could have any guy, or girl you want. And look at me. Scrawny, pasty white, this crazy hair. You have a lot better options Sammy. I crushed on you for a long time and now I'm scared I'll lose you. My life was alright I guess until mom caught dad cheating with his secretary."
"I thought your dad was a laborer." I mentioned.
"Exactly, thats what tipped mom off. And set her off. She was never a great mom but I was fed. My clothes were clean. But I guess the betrayal was too much. She was never the same. Then she got herself arrested. Everything ruined `cause dad didn't love her enough. But I get it now. There never was any real love in our home. I'm just starting to feel good about life again. Please don't ever cheat on me. I don't think I could handle it. Promise? Please Sammy. Promise?"
"Steve, of course I promise. I'm not some crazed sex fiend. And I think I'm falling in love with you too." I told him, getting snot nosed.
"Really?" Steve said with some disbelief.
"Really Steve. Hey, I guess this makes us boyfriends." I realized.
"I have a boyfriend? And it's you? The guy I most wanted? I don't remember ever being this happy Sammy." he said.
"Me either Stevie." I said.
We chatted briefly for a few more minutes until we both drifted off to the best sleep of our lives.
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"Come on guys, we're running late." I yell from the kitchen trying to get the guys moving. I figured everyone would be tired this morning so made some breakfast sandwiches with English muffins to eat as we go. Ian enters.
"Are they up yet?" Ian asks.
"We're up," says Sammy as he and Steve enter hand in hand both grinning from ear to ear.
"Shit guys, there is a good story here but it will have to wait. Let's go." I instruct.
We go our own ways once at school. Like last Monday it was quiet but unlike last week there wasn't the tension. So, boring. I didn't eat lunch as I had a small job in the theatre. I pick up my schedule at the end of the day and meet the guys at Ian's car. As I approach I notice the state of Steve's shoes. Large holes and the soles are detached in places. It looks like his feet are about to burst the seams. I can see his toes poking out the sides, he needs socks too.
"Hey guys let's go to the mall before we head home. I need a few things at Radio Shack." I say." And you have a fitting Ian, and we have to see if your shoes came in."
A bit later we are in the mall. The guys working at Radio Shack light up when they see me.
"Hey Chris," says Brian followed by the same from Keith as Brian hands me a basket. They know me.
"Hey guys. Just picking up some parts. I inform them.
Later after Ian has had his fitting, he looked so out of place there I found it amusing. The suits are going to be, as per Mr. Rosen's standards, gorgeous.
More luck at the shoe store. They were able to get three really nice pairs of shoes in Ian's size.
"My friends here need some new runners. Guys," turning to Steve and Sammy, "pick out a couple of pairs each." Sammy begins to question.
"Good things, no questions Steve." reminds Ian.
The boys get some nice shoes but oh god. Could they be any cuter. One pair is matching. They have matching shoes. Then onto a great young men's store. I get Ian to help the boys pick out Steve some new clothes. Most of his stuff is beyond repair. This is not anywhere near the money spent on Ian's clothes, just the basics, but Ian is my baby.
Later we drop Sammy at home and head to our place. Quickly stashing away our purchases.
In the kitchen. "Guys, I don't know how to thank you. I can't believe all of this. Wow. What can I do to help out? I don't have a job so I can't pay you anything but there must be something I can do.
"Well, Ian can show you the list of household chores, cleaning, vacuuming and shit like that. And at least once a week I expect an amazing dance performance." I tell him.
"Okay, I think I can manage that. Thanks again guys. Nothing I can do will ever repay you." Steve laments.
"There is no repaying Steve. We each help each other and contribute in whatever way we can. No balance sheet. I save that for business." I tell him.
"Wow guys. Thanks for everything. It's great to have two best friends like you." Steve says.
I still haven't had Sammy give me a rundown of what happened last night. I'm looking forward to hearing his story.