Keith

KEITH

by Solar Fox - Marietta, GA

It was a warm July night in 1989. I was out walking, trying to forget the job that I had just left. It was late; the night air was comfortable. It was really helping me fast to forget just how fast-paced and mind-boggling the job was; there would be other jobs, I knew this was no problem. The problem would be to find one with enough pay; but at the moment the only thing that was on my mind, now at about the stroke of midnight and being about five miles from my house, was the stretch of road ahead as I came off from walking these railroad tracks. The tracks had helped bridge the distance from point A to point B just a little faster; I may have saved about a mile or so than if I had otherwise taken pavement.

I knew my surroundings; I had been here before. I wasn't lost but for some reason I wanted to be. I wanted to be somewhere on some street somewhere and have to guess where I was and where I might come out. I knew several truths though as I walked along - that I was gay, and that I wanted to find someone else that might be as interested in me for a lover as I was in them. I knew that it might be years before I found a true "lover", but I couldn't stop looking and as I guess everyone is, I was impatient. I wanted someone now, I had waited too long already it seemed; t was worse than a wait in a doctor's office to see a doctor, probably because one you dread and the other you don't.. or something.

My feet continued to pound the pavement as I walked the streets; I might be out all night for all I cared. There probably wasn't another soul in town awake at this hour, this, a growing town in the Northwest suburbs of Atlanta. Still, I walked along, blasting a walkman in my ear. I felt as though I was walking into a void; I had felt this way a million times before and yet I wouldn't stop just walking - it was as though I was challenging the void - to prove there was something out there. To some, at such an hour, it may seem dangerous or even stupid.

There were still lots of people out at this hour, but they were driving, probably to or from work - who knew? This was Monday morning anyway, but I knew school had let out for the summer. I dropped my headphones down around my neck as I began to tire of the music. I had walked nearly eight miles I figured, and I just wanted to hear the golden silence that was around me and let the air get to my ears again; ears which were warm to hot from having earpads pressing against them as I trudged along.

I walked a little more cautiously down this road here, because it didn't provide good line-of-sight vision in either lane, so I would lane-change frequently, with regard to hills and so forth. I would head toward a certain hill, I guessed, for lack of any other logical destination. This hill gave me a good look at downtown Atlanta and the surrounding countryside. I knew the owner of the land had just built a house up there, yet still - I thought I might sneak by for a look. It was still about four miles from where I was to the hill, though, and more pavement pounding. I glanced at my watch - it was already 12:30. Still, as far as I had come, it had been a good walk on ANY night. But I wanted to go on. This was doing me good.

As it turned out, it was about to do me a lot MORE good. "Pssst..." I heard someone say. Shit. Some bastard's got a gun on me. I started to break in run. Instead, I froze in my tracks.

"Hey you!" the voice whispered. "Come here a second!"

Uh.. yeah. Who are you, the tax collector? You can't be talking to me. "Come here! I'm serious! I don't want anything!" the voice sounded young, caring. It didn't sound like some redneck. It didn't sound like a woman. It sounded like a guy. It took all this time for me to sort that out. But then, he might be going to play a joke. Still, I guess I'd been the victim of enough jokes; what was one more going to hurt? I had nothing else better to do. I approached the dark, quiet house. Hell - what if he had a Doberman Pinsher he was waiting to let loose on me? Shit! The hysteria of the moment was killing me!

There.. I was some 20 feet from the house. I dared not get any closer yet. "What do you want?" I whispered from this insane, yet somehow safe, distance.

"I dunno man, I guess I'm as crazy for calling you as you are for coming up here!"

"Hey!" I sort of snapped. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"No! Look.. I live here, and you're on my property. If I was going to play a joke on somebody, it sure as hell wouldn't be here! Uh.. could you use somebody to talk to?"

How in hell did he know I was just "out" and not going anywhere in particular? That my car didn't get stranded somewhere or something and I was looking for a station - shew! He knew, somehow. Maybe it was the phase of the moon. But then, how did he know I wasn't some killer and he was to be my next victim?

"My name's Keith," he said. "My mom's out of town and I'm just watching the place while she's away. Just thought I'd spend this one night, then go back to my apartment."

Keith told me he was 24. I looked over at him; I could only make out certain features with the angle that the distant street light was shining. I could tell that in the clothing department, the only thing he had on was a pair of white jockey underwear. He was obviously "white" as I was, and he sounded a little sexy. I really could not attest for his looks just yet.

"Well, my name's Jason and I'm 27.. just kinda out walking.. just to get away.."

"Where you live?"

"About eight miles from here..." I pointed Northwest.

"Good God! That's a long walk, isn't it? I can get you something to drink if you like.."

"WOULD you mind?"

"No! I offered, didn't I? What for ya? Coke, Pepsi, I got tea, root beer, milk, coffee... Michelob.."

"Whew! A cold Pepsi would be fine..."

"Well, I'm sure it would, but it's not cold, I'll have to put it on ice..."

"Okay." I walked into the light of the kitchen. W-w-whoa! He did have a nice figure! He was about 5' 11", he had light brown hair down to his shoulders in back, and a body I really couldn't bitch about. He was turned to the freezer now, getting ice and putting it in a glass as I happened to glance down and notice his lower torso. It was difficult to say if he had a hardon or not, but the briefs fit him tightly and they were definitely not new. This could get interesting.

The house had an interesting aroma about it. Oh.. the feelings that I had sweeping through me now. Part of me was saying, "you KNOW he's gay, he doesn't SOUND like a flaming queen or anything, but look at the way he's doing shit... he can't have anybody back at that apartment..." Still there was that one part of me that said, "slow down! Let nature take it's course! He'll let you know if he's gay or... whatever.. don't push your luck or he'll make you leave!" He handed me the drink. "Here," he said, smiling like he didn't have a care in the world. "Thanks a lot!" I said.

"Don't mention it; it's the least I could do. Don't guzzle it all down either now!"

"Heh.. I won't.."

Somehow I was detecting a double meaning to that.. "don't guzzle it down" sounded like he wanted me to stay a while. Hmmm.. fuck that walk to the hill. I didn't really care that much for it anyway!

We sat in the kitchen and talked. Damn, I couldn't get over this.

"Are.. you an 'only child'?" I asked.

"Yeah.. you?"

"Not exactly. I have an older half-sister, but she's married... got a kid.."

I said that like I hated to spout "married" and "kid" out of my mouth. Actually I did...

Keith looked at me as he turned his glass up again. "You married?" he asked.

"Naah.. not me."

He nearly choked on his Coke. It was probably the way I said it. I said it matter-of-factly and as though I were saying, "what, you crazy?"

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, it just.. went down the wrong way."

"Well, are YOU married?" I asked of Keith.

"This may sound crazy, but hell no, and I plan to keep it that way!" Shit. Talk about GIVING yourself away.

I started giggling. I couldn't help it, it was the nature of things around me and what he had just said all rolled up into one. He smiled. "Whaaat... did I say something?"

"Sort of.."

"Well, maybe I did," he said. "I guess you could get a few things out of that, couldn't you?"

"Yeah, I guess so.." I couldn't help smiling. Was he going to say it? Was he going to keep me guessing?

"Incidentally," I said, "I never plan on getting married either. Does that make us even?"

"It MIGHT.." he said. Then he added, rather shyly, "I've got a copy of The Advocate out there in my car..."

I knew it. We're talking FAMILY here.

"Shit!" he said as my smile widened. "No!"

"Yeah mon.. I'm gay. Damn!"

"I kinda thought you might be," Keith said, "but.. I just thought I better not ask.. I'd wait."

"No WONDER you wanted me to take my time with this drink!"

"Yeah well, still it's not good for you after a long walk like this... just sip it slow.. I gotta piss, be right back."

He got up, walked around the corner to a bathroom. I could hear the sound of it hitting the water in the toilet. Damn, he was really backed up because he pissed for something like two minutes before he flushed. He had the faint trace of a mustache stating, but other than that he was clean-shaven and really cute. "Heh.." I said. "you really held the water, didn't you?"

"Yeah, guess so.. heh.. listening huh?"

"Wellll.. yeah, I kinda was."

"Do you have a boyfriend, Jason?"

"No.. I don't."

"I see. Well.." he popped his wrist slightly. "Stop asking so many questions," he told himself.

"That's okay!" I said. "Ask anything, man.. I don't care! If you get too personal, I'll let you know!"

"I'm sure you WILL!" he said, jokingly.

"Do you have a boyfriend Keith?"

"Nope."

"Well, do you have any friends?" I asked.

"Well, I know a few people around the apartment complex, but not that well, and not well enough to ask any favors.."

"I see.. well I don't have but one or two, and they're so far away..."

"Oh? Are you just in town for a while?" Keith asked suddenly.

"No, I live here... I live.." I sighed.. "I still live with my parents."

"Well, I know how that is," he said. "It's a drag. See, well... my parents are divorced.."

"Oh.. I'm sorry.."

"That's okay.. it's not your fault.."

"I know, I'm just sorry.."

"Well, thanks. You know, you really sound like you could use a friend.."

"You do too," I said.

"Oh, you can tell?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, heh.. remind me to invite you to stop a little more often!" Keith said as we got up and went into the living room. He turned on a lamp and we continued to talk.

"Well, Keith... stop me if I'm pressuring you.."

"Naah! No way man.. you're not bothering me! If you want to ask something, go ahead... heh.."

"Well, are you from here?"

"Yeah man, I grew up in this house. Now I live in Smyrna..."

"Oh.."

"Why you ask?"

"Just curious... uh.. just a comment here.. nothing more.."

"What's that?"

"You look good in that underwear."

"Hehe.. thanks. Look.. uh.."

"What, Keith?"

"I was just gonna say, if you want.. feel free to stay the night if you don't think your parents would bitch you out in the morning.."

"Ahh.. well, I appreciate the offer.."

"Well, I mean, I just thought I'd offer it to you. If not, I'll run you back home tonight so you don't have to walk, if that's what you want."

I stripped down to my underwear. The sweat was rolling down my chest. My underwear was really wet and it felt good and cool here now with nothing else on. I was also starting to get a little stiff watching Keith - nothing personal, it just naturally seemed to do that.

"Just.. thought I'd get a little more comfortable.."

"Yeah... do whatever you want, really."

I glanced at my watch. It was about 1:30 now. Keith saw me.

"Don't worry about time, dude. Really.. hell, I could stay up all night..."

"I could too. Actually, my parents wouldn't bitch at all if I got in at about 7ish in the morning, but I'm not sure I'm going home."

"Do you work?"

"Not now, I did work, I quit though because of personal stress and things like that.."

I looked around the room for an ashtray. I didn't smoke, I just wanted to see if Keith did. He hadn't had a lit cigarette since I had been there.

"What ya looking for?" he asked.

"Oh, I didn't find it, I didn't WANT to find it actually.."

"What's that?"

"An ashtray."

"There's one in the kitchen. Heh.. my mom smokes... I don't."

"Oh? Good I don't either. If I did, I probably couldn't have walked this far." "This is true... yeah I don't smoke and I don't do drugs," Keith said to which I agreed. "I will have a beer once in a while, but that's just for the taste. I'm not a drunkard, don't get me wrong."

"Oh, I understand," I said.

I sat back down beside him on the couch. "Damn," I said, "this is unreal."

"What?"

"Just sitting here with you, I mean, knowing I could ask you anything."

"Same here, Jason. Can I call you Jas?"

"Yeah... that's fine."

"Okay.. well, I mean, where'd you go to school and all that?"

Ugh. School. He'd know Sprayberry, my diploma said "Sprayberry," he would NOT know Green Acres. Damn. He would if he had to. Here came the truth, for a change.

"Well, I graduated from Sprayberry, but I was in a special ed thing at Green Acres for a while."

"Oh.. oh! Green Acres, the one in Smyrna?"

"Yeah..."

"My apartment complex is right behind it! Yeah.. I know where that is.."

"Oh.. yeah I know the one you're talking about..."

I studied his body, slowly. He had a little chest hair, not much. He had some around his navel which seemed to go down and disappear under the elastic of his underwear. He had hairy legs too.

"So, what do you do in your spare time, Jas? I mean for hobbies or whatever?"

"Well, I like to play with my computer, I have a Commodore 64 I like to mess with, I like listening to music.."

"Well, I have a computer too," he said. "I have a Commodore 128!"

"Wow.. that's wild, do you use it a lot?"

"Yeah, just about every day.. what kinda music you like?"

"Well, top 40 stuff.. you know, some heavy stuff once in a while.. I like just about all kinds of rock.. you?"

"Yeah, that's pretty much me, too.."

"Do you have a modem?" I asked.

"You know, somebody offered to sell me one of those real cheap not long ago and I turned it down.. couldn't figure out why I'd use it.."

"Oh.. okay."

"Why?"

"No reason.. I have one, and they're kinda nice. I got one in 1983 and when I did, I kinda thought the same thing. It was when the Vic modems were kinda high, like $70, and the only reason I bought it was because it said I got a free hour of CompuServe with it. I used it and put it on a shelf. I remember I thought, 'what the hell.. I wasted my money,' but there was other free stuff out there too.."

I talked to him and told him there were actually gay sections and things going on that other people didn't dream possible. "Argh!" he said. "I could kick myself in the head for not getting that modem!"

"Don't worry about it," I said. "You will see soon enough!"

"Yeah I guess so.. wild.. Jas, can I.. pull down my underwear without upsetting you?"

"Yes.."

"You sure?"

"Of course, if I can pull mine down!"

"Sure!"

We both parted with our underwear. We both had raging hardons. "I just.. thought you might want to see it," Keith said. "You sorta woke it up.."

"Me?"

"Yeah... sorta."

"How big is it?" I asked.

"It's about seven I think, last time I checked it... how big is yours?"

"About six and a half.."

"Ahh..."

His looked big, thick. It seemed the stiffer he got, the stiffer I got.

"Jas what... what turns you on?"

"Well, you mean what do I like to do with somebody else?"

"Yeah.. look man, if this is too intense.."

"No, it's not. Look, we can talk about anything, okay? I mean, anything that happens, I want you to know I'll still be friends with you. I can tell in talking with you for this long now that your friendship is strong."

"Yeah, well yours is too. We're both pretty 'laid-back' in our ways and I can tell it.."

"Yeah.. I can too."

"So Jas, I can talk about anything. I can even stop talking about sex if you want to..."

"Well, I'm fine.. I kinda.. I dunno, I was just looking at your dick, and it seems like I can't stop.."

"Well, don't. Look at it all you want, it likes the attention!"

"I can tell... heh.. well Keith, I mean, I kinda have dreams of one day finding this person to live with for the rest of my life, you know.. a caring individual who seems to love me as much as I care for him.. you know?"

"Damn, my thoughts exactly."

"Huh?" I said.

"I feel that way too. I kinda always thought I'd want to be there for someone, to be there anytime they wanted.. you know? And to have them there for me.."

"Damn!"

I put my hand on his dick. It was warm. "Oohhh.. Jas, that feels good." "Yeah it feels good to me too. Look man, I don't want to upset you Keith!"

"You're not!"

"Well, you asked me what I liked to do.. I like sucking, getting sucked, I love to be fucked, prefer not to fuck but I will if I'm asked, I like to cuddle.. but I don't get into a lot of kinky stuff.."

"Yeah, I don't either. Well, I think basically I like everything you've told me, and uh.. I do like to fuck. Hell man, sometimes I'll fuck anything that doesn't run away!"

"Really?"

"Yeah.. I'll screw bedposts, door handles... heh.."

"Keith, you need somebody in your life."

"Jason, I may have just found him."

"Do you have a roommate?"

"No, as a matter of fact I'm looking for one. I just rented this apartment a few months ago, and the rent is eating me up."

"Something else is eating me up," I said.

"What?"

"It's this feeling that's welling up inside of me.. it just started about fifteen minutes ago.."

A pause. He looked at me, I looked at him. A dead stare.

"An offer," he said. "Stay the night. Get up tomorrow, I'll take you home before your parents know what happened. Pack a bag, get the hell out. I'll pick you up and we'll go to my apartment, as long as you don't think you'll have any problem getting a job somewhere in the next... month or so. Deal?"

"Yes!"

"Shake on it!" we shook hands on it. I didn't let go of his outstretched hand

though.

"Jas?"

"Sorry, I just..."

"No, you're not. Take my hand again." I reached out and took it again. "I want you to know Jason," he said, "that Keith Logan cares for you, okay? Friends?"

"Friends!"

"Alright!"

"Keith?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad you were sitting on the front porch!"

"Yeah, I am too.. REAL glad!"

We got up, went and laid on a bed side by side. "I like your hair like that," I said. "I'm trying to grow mine out like that too.."

"Jas, what.. what kinda guys turn you on?"

"Want a prime example?"

"Yeah..."

"You."

"Oh. So I turn YOU on too."

"I turn you on?" I asked.

"Yeah.. you really do. Sorry."

"Oh, no! There's nothing to be SORRY about! It's just natural.. you know, one thing I do like to do sometimes.. watch these kids on skateboards.. kinda wild to imagine what they like to do when they're not on them.."

"Yeah.. I know whatcha mean.. I watch them sometimes too.."

"Keith, are you still hard?"

"Yes."

"When was the last time you jacked off?"

"Heh... yesterday morning I guess.."

"I don't care if you do it now if you want..."

"Well, see, Jas..."

"What?"

"I'd.. you.."

"Keith, slow down, take a deep breath.. start over..."

"Okay. Jas, I'd rather wait and let someone else take care of.. well.. do you want to suck my dick?"

"Okay, sure!" "Jas, you are so hot and sweaty!"

"I know.. I'm sorry, I'm ruining the sheets.."

"No, you're not! You're turning me on! I can't help it!"

I clamped around his dick. God it was thick and hard. He winced a little as I moved a little on his pole.

"Oh shit," he moaned, "this is the first time in over five years I've been sucked..."

"Well, it's high time somebody helped you out again!" I said.

"You.. you suck like you know what you're.. oohhh.. doing..."

"I've done it before.."

It wasn't long until Keith was belting streams of cum into my mouth. Then the streams turned to spurts and my mouth couldn't hold anymore. "Oh damn..." he said. "This is just too much man.."

"What do you mean?"

"You showing up and all.. must have been too much listening to that song, "Send Me An Angel..."

"Heh.. well, I'm glad you feel that way.."

"I do! I mean.. even more glad things worked out like they did!"

"Yeah.."

I was still hard. Slurping down Keith's wad had me hot. It tasted good. I got up on the other side of the bed now and started stroking my meat. Seeing me do this in the dark, Keith offered to return the favor. I accepted.

"Mmm," I moaned. "Good?"

"I love it so far," Keith said. Keith did just as well on me as I had done with him, I thought. Within two minutes I came with a shudder and gave him streams of cum. "Oh shit Keith, that was wild."

"Jason, it was wild. You really feel good down there.. I loved it.. I'd do it again.."

"Heh, I know you would.. that just.. made it sound like some ride at Six Flags..."

"What?"

"'I'd loved it.. I'd do it again..'."

"Yeah, it kinda does, doesn't it?"

"Shit Keith.. shit.." I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

"What?"

"I love you...."

"Now, Jas... hang on a minute..."

"I do.. I'm sorry.. just a minute.."

I got up and ran to the bathroom which was adjacent to this bedroom. I dried my eyes and took a piss. I came back, got in the bed. I wasn't going to say it again, but somehow I felt it.

"Jas," Keith said in a quiet and reserved voice, "I fucking love you too. There's no two ways about it, no doubt in my mind."

It was so sudden.

We began to kiss and cuddle. "Keith, I care for you as much as you care for me, you know that don't you?"

"It's written all over your face. I know it happened in a hurry, but.. from what we did in here and the way you reacted, I could feel it instantly. I had a cousin that used to get mad and run to the bathroom like that. Then he'd come back and kiss me. Interesting, he never married either. He's about four years younger than me.

I yawned. Keith yawned.

"Let's get some sleep," he said. "Tomorrow's moving day.

We kissed, and fell asleep. Keith was curled up right next to my stomach. I loved it.

THE END