In Heaven with Holland
It was the dawn of a new semester. As usual we were assigned our roster schedules for the new year at high school, and were hanging around waiting to see who our new tutors would be when in they walked, followed by three exchange students new to the campus. The bats that usually flew in my stomach at any new beginning suddenly jumped up from my stomach into my heart. I don't know what it was but there was something familiar about one of those new guys that caused strange reactions deep within. It was as if he was an old friend, although I knew we hadn't met before. Somehow I felt that I had to get to know him. A seed of deep memories stirred as I stood on the precipice of knowledge, but nothing more was forthcoming no matter how I struggled to regain repressed memories. Was this the familiarity of a soul brother that I was feeling? Only time would tell. Don't worry Dorothy, we're not in Kansas, yet, wait till you hear Toto bark.
Just seeing this new guy seemed to give me a renewed purpose in life - and I didn't even know his name. This handsome stranger had a body of medium build much like mine, lean, yet attractively appealing, and just the right facial features and good-looks with a boyish charm to set one's loins afire. The way his dark hair hung down over sparkling blue eyes highlighted by crows-feet marks when he smiled, held me enraptured like no other. But my revere was broken by the tutor who took my captor away for orientation. That was the last I saw of my mystery man that day, yet it was enough. In that instant, I knew he was gay, and I knew that I wanted him, but I did nothing to encourage the situation or turn our fantasy into reality. My world was the land of Perdition as I perceive it.
From that moment on my nights were filled with dreams of this guy until I saw him again several days later. Up until then we must have been in separate classes as our paths hadn't crossed, not for want of trying. But now we were together. The biology class had tables for four and I noticed that my loverboy had already taken a table up the back with two other guys, one of whom was also a new student, and the other was Simon. I knew Simon from History class so I took the opportunity to sit at the same table making out I was sitting there because of him, while my real objective was loverboy.
General introductions were made before Simon excused himself to go to another table with some more of his mates who had just entered, leaving me with the two new guys. Now I knew his name, Steven (no relation to the swimmer) Holland. By the way Steve and Dud (the other guy at the table) carried on, they must have been mates before, or maybe it was just the camaraderie of two guys at a new school that brought them together. I didn't care though, I was near as I could safely get to my dreamboy. This infatuation had become a compulsion, something that I hadn't felt before.
Sometimes during pracs, Steve and Dud would argue about all sorts of things while I busied myself setting up the experiment; listening intently and filing glimmers of info about Steve in the back of my mind for future reference as they came up in conversation. Id often get more than Id bargained for. " Don't give me that," said Steve one day, " you wanted to do it with that friend of yours down the street., and at night you lock yourself in your room and jerk off dreaming about it." " I do not. You're the one who jerks off at night." " At least I do it properly, I'm not a frotteur like you are." " Aw, get out of here." " You're a Frotteur, Dud. A Frotteur." " Sometimes I wonder just how old you are Steve, you act so weird at times." was all Dud could reply. " You'd be surprised Dud, you'd be surprised." Dud did not deny it ? And how did Steve know? Or had they done it together ? Maybe there was hope for me yet. I`d just have to bide my time a little long. One can't be too careful about these sort of things, you know.
For days after, anytime Dud tried to reply in kind to Steve's remarks he would just reply with "Frotteur" and rub at his crotch. During these times I felt like the spare wheel on a car, as if I was intruding upon the friendship that underlined the rivalry between these two. But I certainly learnt a few things about the technical jargon of sex at least. At night I`d lay back wondering how did Steve know what Dud does at night, or why didn't Dud deny it ? Thoughts of them doing it together swept through my mind. Then Dud would be replaced by me in this scenario of love.
I could see myself staring into Steve's gorgeous eyes as I stood close to him, feeling comfortable in his presence. We moved even closer together until our chests were touching, hands circling around our bodies, and fingertips lightly tickling each other's arse. My manhood tingled with delight and in no time our boners were pressing against each other in a ritual dance of domination. I melted when I felt his soft, ruby lips against mine. The touch, taste and smell was more than I ever dreamed of, and I wanted it to last forever. The next thing I knew, our pants were on the floor and we were naked in each other's presence. Seeing Steve standing there in all his glory was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. I couldn't help but go down on my knees, and take his throbbing member to stroke his cock with my tongue, before taking in as much of it as I could into my mouth. His pubes tickled my nose, chin and neck. His head was all the way down my throat. I wanted him to cum inside my mouth so bad that I started to squeeze it between my lips. He shot a record-breaking load within seconds. I could feel the warm, milky ooze in my throat. He let out a loud, boyish groan, clenched his teeth and grunted. Hearing that made me want more. He withdrew from my mouth and I shot a dreamy load all over my chest and body.
As the weeks passed I purposefully kept up a working relationship with them as we progressed through the biology pracs. One tended to walk on eggs as far as having sexual relations goes, despite what the co-eds might think, or at least I did anyway, and not even the closest friends knew that I was gay. I wasn't even sure myself at the time. All I knew then was that I liked being near Steve, I enjoyed his company, and admired him from afar. Okay, so I was in love, but you just don't do that sort of thing in a High school as straight as this one, without getting your head punched in as a consequence. Not that anyone tried that, there were only a few that were really game enough to carry it out, and they knew better than to even make the attempt.
Sports days were a blessing and a curse. Team sports were avoided because I didn't want to let the team down, so I stayed clear of footy, cricket, basketball, or soccer. This only left the options of tennis or table tennis, or being an official of some sort. The curse was having to survive an afternoon of sports without being sprung by the sportsmaster, while the blessing was the end of the sports day. Whether it was co-incidence or not I don't know, but I relished the chance to see Steve in the change rooms after our sports sessions. What struck me odd was the fact that Steve seemed to have this fascination about me as I did about him, for I often caught him watching me intently as I was about to do the same thing with him, but neither of us wanted to make the first move in case we were wrong about our suspicions.
I remember watching a basketball match on this particular day without having to take part in any capacity. Keanne, an ex-runner for Fitzroy footy club with delusions of godhood, was away on this occasion leaving Mrs Duncan in control, a substitute teacher who could always be bluffed. I managed to wangle some sort of excuse to be there as Steve was also there playing tennis. While I was busy fondling Steve in my mind, he hit the tennis ball at me accidentally. I was too engrossed in him to notice the miniature comet hurtling my way, so I copped it square between the eyes giving me a swollen black eye in its wake. But it was worth it. All I felt was Steve's arms around me as he walked me off to Sickbay. Carried off by my hero in shining armour. Heaven.
For the next couple of weeks after that I`d try to catch a glimpse of his sexy body as he changed for sport but each time such a sight eluded me. But all things come to those who wait, especially when you least expect it. I remember walking down the corridor in my sportswear oblivious to the world when I sensed someone walking from the opposite direction heading my way. The feeling of being watched overcame me and there was Steve. Those handsome good-looks with a boyish charm were unmistakable. The way his dark hair hung down over sparkling blue eyes held me, and they, in turn, were burning into my bulging shorts. He sensed I was looking at him, quickly looking from my groin, to my face, and then away. Proof positive he was my man. Suddenly he turned, caught my stares and smiled. The sides of his eyes wrinkled up into crows-feet marks highlighting his eyes and I was in raptures. But my revere was broken by the teacher coming up to me, separating us, and that was the last I saw of loverboy that day.
My big chance to sneak a peek at the major prize was at the big camp retreat. A religious retreat to "bring the boys together" on the last year of College and the beginning of the final year of study. Off we went into the beachside to get away from it all. Our camp was composed of a number of huts, or large rooms which accommodated for eight in each hut. The site also had a shower block, a mess hall and a basketball and tennis court. It was also near the beach. The bonus was that it was also a nudist beach. What were the good fathers trying to tell us? Nothing was left to the imagination. We were the ones who was self-conscious about being clothed rather than the other way around. But boys would be boys. Our curiosity got the better of us as it lured us to the beach like magnets as we sated the intrigue and allure of the human body. During free-time the beach held a fascination for us. It was a menagerie of shapes and sizes, and liquorice all-sorts. But they weren't the ones I really wanted to see naked.
I didn't see as much of Steve as I would have liked here either; the only times we would see anyone outside our own hut-group was during meals and on free-time which there was little of. The rest of our time was spent in lectures, discussion sessions and the like - lots of spiritual stuff. His face haunted me by day and invaded my dreams at night. I was consumed by him, no matter how much I fought to forget him. The dreams intensified each night until I was afraid to sleep. It was a camp retreat if ever there was. Unfortunately, fate would have it that Steve and I were in separate huts, and to me the separation seemed like an eternity. Steve only had to say the word "Jump" and I would ask "how high ?" so great had my infatuation become. But I could not bring myself to tell him how much I cared for the guy. I was too scared I`d be rejected, laughed at or become the object of ridicule and derision. As it happened, all my attempts to catch him in the showers were either too early, and I ran out of lingering time so that it became painfully obvious I was hanging around the block for nefarious reasons.
One morning after given up hope of catching Steve at his early morning bathing ritual, I went to water the dog and purge my body of sweat from a lustful night. As the water cascaded down my body, tingling in its warmth and soothing qualities, I felt as though I was being watched. Turning around I caught my lover-boy giving me the once over. A towel was draped around his waist, and a healthy bulge was positioned at his groin. " Don't let me interrupt. I was just admiring the scenery." he said as he occupied the recess beside mine. I was both shocked and embarrassed by his sudden appearance. " Ah,...no...I.er..was having a shower and..ah.." " Hell, I dont need no explanations. Im not your brother, y'know. A guy's got to do what a guy's got to do." smiled Steve with a wink. Why did he have to have such gorgeous looking eyes that seemed to wrap you up with just a glance? The next thing I knew, Steve was occupying my shower with me. "It looked so inviting that I thought I'd try it for myself. You don't mind, do you?" he smiled. "Ah.. I'd love it. uh I mean.. no." Breaking eye contact for a moment, Steve reached over, grabbed the soap and began lathering me all over. Huge hands glided all over my flesh, soaping every inch even as the water washed it away. Hands that sent sensations new to me searing throughout my body like hot fire, causing my erection to poke into his belly-button in a fucking motion as it pulsed even as he worked on. He allowed the soap to wash away then, and handed it to me. My breath was shallow and fast as I took the soap and did the same to him as he had to me. I felt all over this stud's body, caressing the toned-up muscles that were developed from many swim sessions at the pool and gym workouts, savouring the feel of his underlying strength of muscle that writhed beneath my hands. Even as I absorbed through my fingers, the finely-shaped contours of love-god my balls were being massaged and my erection stroked.
His fingers were like magic that knew precisely where to touch and massage. Huge hands wandered up from between my legs, outlining the orbs of flesh he held in each hand and the up over the muscles of my back before holding me tight to his chest. His hot breath heaved on my neck with passionate desire before his mouth moved up seeking out my own so that his tongue could seek out its own companion to entwine. It didn't take a second for me to respond in kind. My tongue could probe, taste and tantalize along with the best of them, or so I had thought until I met Steve. If heaven was a shower, then I was definitely in heaven now. The joys that I was feeling were like nothing I had felt before, even sex in the changerooms at football were nothing like this. Steve's tongue had enslaved me in its probe while the water streamed down over us both in cascades of ecstasy.
My lover broke his kiss and proceeded to work his way down my body as he held me close, trapped between the warmth of his flesh and the shower wall. First he nibbled gently at my ear, his hot breath caressing me with waves of joy. Slowly he moved down to my neck, nibbling and sucking like an incensed vampire wanting it all but not knowing where to begin. His mouth glided over my chest then, taking each of my nipples in turn between his teeth, chewing them softly until they were erect under his touch. My legs threatened to give way beneath me, but his strong arms kept me up.
The probing tongue moved its way over the muscles of my abdomen, then down into my belly-button lashing in and out, sucking out the water that lay inside. He lapped up the pubic hair, following its trail down towards his object of desire. My cock was erect and throbbing hard, oozing pre-cum and quivering to be taken. I watched between spasms of ecstasy once more as my cock slowly disappeared into the cavern of Steve's mouth. Deep within him, my cock was massaged by his velvet tongue and strong throat muscles as it glided in an out that cavern. Passionate lips drew back slowly and then plunged down all the way until his nose nuzzled my pubic hair once more, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. I was brought to the pinnacle of climax before my love-god withdrew, then stood, waiting for me to devour him.
The clear drops of semen were indistinguishable from the shower water that continued to gush down over us, as I wrapped my lips over his pleasure pole. Steve placed his hands behind my head to gently guide me up and down his hardened shaft in a slow caressing rhythm. Soon his hips plunged backwards and forwards, faster and faster. I felt sure that his dick was going to pierce right through my neck so strong was his onslaught. My hand stroked my own cock in time with his rhythm to bring us both to climax together.
The hot cock in my mouth seemed to grow incredibly large and I began to gag, gulping for air in between plunges, taking in water and meat as well. Then the sweet, salty taste of his man-juice flooded into my mouth. I tried to pull away, but strong arms held me firm into his groin as the cum continued to flood into me. Arms held me up then as Steve went down on my pole once more. His mouth was on my dick for only a second before it, too, exploded spraying my creamy warmth deep into his mouth. Steve looked deep into my eyes, and the smile on his face told me all I needed to know.
Many times in our lives each of us has been smitten by a smile, a wink, or a pat of some reincarnation of the Kings of beauty who walked into our lives for a time, filled our being with joy, and then giving us a void that cannot be filled as they depart again, leaving us like shattered humpty-dumpties amongst all the king's men. It is an infatuation that takes a lifetime to get over. Except when a child of the Gods touches your life, then there is no getting over it. He will always be a part of me, and he will always be with us as long as we remember him. I laugh and feel happy inside over these good times. I know that some day we will be together again, and when that time comes our love will be fulfilled like no other. How it is possible, I do not know, all I know is that it will be so, and when that time comes, I will be ready for him, the other me, on the other side of time.