Brad- Part XI
The week went by without any major incident. Despite whatever feelings Matt and I had for each other, despite whatever feelings Brad and I had for each other, no one could ever know. We had to maintain an air of absolute secrecy. There were no openly gay people at our school and I wasn't about to be the first. The problem is that Matt and I have to be careful when we go places because there's always the chance that we could run into someone that we know. I don't know about other places, but in the south the worst is to be spotted by someone who knows someone who knows you. Then by the time the rumor goes around, we went from being just good friends to doing a double act at a strip joint in Buckhead.
Nonetheless, we were still intent on seeing each other. After the total freak show of a surprise my Dad pulled by not hitting the ceiling and disowning me entirely, we were determined not to let anything stand in our way of being together. Brad and I talked it out and he's okay- for now- he's not known for being the most stable person in history; but, I think he'll be fine. I decided to spare you the details of that conversation. He was disappointed, there were tears, etc, but life goes on.
Saturday. It was now well into March- the warm winter was warming up some more. The pool was no longer frigid. Matt's parents were visiting her sister in St. Louis. My parents blew me away again by letting me stay over at Matt's. She did say she'd call periodically to make sure we were okay and not having too much fun. ;-]
I went over to his house. I went up to the porch. I didn't hear anyone. I didn't see anyone. I rang the doorbell a couple of times, tried the door- it was locked. Matt was nowhere to be seen. Then I heard a slight buzzing sound. Looking around, I didn't see anything. The sound was getting louder. I looked around. Out of nowhere, a four wheeler came buzzing around one of the out buildings. I had forgotten that Matt lived on a former plantation and that behind that row of old buildings, a whole other world existed. He pulled up next to me on the gravel. He pointed up on the porch. There was a helmet for me to wear.
"Put it on, I wouldn't want that face of yours to get messed up."
I dashed up the stairs and put the helmet on- it was a perfect fit. I jumped on behind him.
"Hold on!" He said as he slammed down on the throttle lever and the machine sped off leaving a trail in the gravel. We swerved around the smokehouse and took off into a field. It was cut low and I saw the tree line up ahead. We were like Robin Hood and Little John headed off into Sherwood Forest. It was a hardwood forest- obviously old growth- mostly giant oaks and chestnut. There was very little underbrush. We went down a steep embankment to the edge of a stream. He stopped and cut off the four wheeler.
"We have to walk."
"Where are we going?" I looked around. The woods were completely quiet except for the gurgling of the water over the rocks and a couple of blue jays in the distance. He hopped onto a rock, then another one and then, perched on the second rock, he turned around. I was looking up and downstream for a better option.
"Hurry up!" He laughed. He grabbed onto a small tree and hoisted himself up onto the other bank. I walked downstream a few feet. He kept looking at me. There was a sandy shoal about 30 feet down. I walked over to it, hopped onto a rock, then another. Once on the other side, I walked up a much less steep embankment.
"That's cheating!"
"How so?"
"Because I said so- that's why."
We continued our foray into the forest. After about ten minutes, we got to another stream bed. This one was much deeper. You had to jump and if you missed, it was about a 10ft drop to the creek bed below. Then the forest broke revealing a pasture. We kept going. Then I spotted our destination. There was a nice pond up ahead. Once we got there, I saw something else. A picnic basket. I couldn't believe it. He'd gone through extra trouble, just for me. He walked over to the blanket that was being held down with rocks. I sat on the grass under this enormous oak tree. It had to be several hundred years old. The two of us together couldn't reach all the way around it.
"You cooked all this?"
"Yeah."
He had all sorts of stuff to eat. He had gone way overboard for this. After dinner, we just laid in the grass as the sun sank lower in the sky.
"I guess we should start heading home?" I asked.
"Not yet."
I looked over at him. "You've got something else?"
"Swimming."
"Swimming? But I didn't...oh."
He was already standing. He shot me a coy `come hither' look with a smile to melt hail. He came toward me.
"Duh.dunk..duh.De.duh. Duh. Dunk.duh.De.duh." he hummed rhythmically as he pulled at the tail of his T-shirt. He pulled it up to reveal his smooth, almost hairless stomach. I was spellbound. Slowly he lifted it up further revealing his perfect nipples. They were hardening in the cool breeze. He turned around and shook his ass pulling up the back of his shirt revealing his muscle bound shoulder blades. Bending over to pull the shirt off, I saw the outline of his ass through the fabric. He backed over toward me, putting his ass right in my face.
I reached out and grasped the sides. I pulled him in close to my face and inhaled the lustiness of his ass. I put my lips up to it and kissed the thin veil of cloth that separated us. I ran my hand up the legs of his shorts and felt his beautiful round ass. I could feel my fingers under the cloth. He pulled away and resumed his strip tease. He rubbed his hands up and down his chest, grabbed his tits and squeezed. He spread his legs and ran his hands up and down his bare legs sticking out of his shorts. His fingers went to the buttons holding them up. He unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped them. He pulled the corners back to reveal black silk boxers- my favorites.
There were a few hairs coming out of the fly. He released the waistband and the shorts dropped to the ground. Stepping out of them, he grasped the elastic of the boxers. He turned sideways so that I had a profile view of his fully naked body coming into view. I just laid on the blanket mesmerized by what I saw. He had to be the most gorgeous person ever. The most incredible thing was that he loved me. I had a hard time understanding that, but slowly the realization was dawning.
"My turn." He said, flopping his naked body down next to me on the blanket. I just stared up and down him. He smiled.
"The water's too cold." I said, leaning in closer.
"Come on... it's been warm long enough." He motioned over to the water with his head.
I couldn't help but smile. He was happy. He couldn't stop smiling. He was almost giddy. He leaned in closer to me. I could feel his bare hand on my shirt. He got over so that he was straddling my legs. His limp but growing cock bounced at the sudden movement. I felt the pull of the denim against my legs and the hardness of the ground beneath me. He just sat there beaming into my eyes, his hands on my shoulders. The horny bastard just wanted to see me naked. I was feeling a bit full of myself too, so I decided to hold out a while longer. I just returned his beaming gaze.
He poked my playfully in my chest.
"Oof." I said grinning wildly.
Without warning, he gripped the sides of my face and planted his lips directly onto mine. He did it with such force that we both fell all the way onto the blanket. My head was off the side and I could feel the grass tickling my ears and the rustle of the grass against the back of my head as my head moved back and forth. We kissed for the longest time. After a while, the sun started to set. The Georgian sky was ablaze with the redness of the evening as the sun settled behind the tops of those massive oaks in the distance.
He just laid next to me as we stared up at the reddening sky. Soon the redness started a tinge of gray. Dusk was coming. I packed up the basket while Matt put his clothes back on. I couldn't help but steal a glance at him now and then. Once all that was done, we raced across the pasture. I didn't get very far before I was out of breath. Matt was used to running amuck in these woods. He'd live here all his life; I've never been here before. Eventually, we made it back to the four wheeler and then back to the house as it was getting dark. He took the basket inside. Wondering where I went, he came back outside. I was just staring up at the sky. He stepped down off the porch and joined me. Looking up, he saw what I was looking at. Stars. Thousands of them. The whole sky was lit up with those tiny points of light.
"Do you see your sign?" He asked.
"My what?"
"Your zodiac. What are you?"
"Taurus. You?"
"Aquarian."
"Figures."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he joked.
"Nothing." I smiled.
"Do you see it?"
"No...I do see Orion's Belt, though."
"Stay here." He jogged off toward the house. I remained fixated, staring up at the stars. A few minutes later, he returned carrying a telescope. He set up the tripod while I held the scope. He got it set up and focused.
"Look and tell me what you see."
I peeked into the telescope.
"See that haze?"
"Yes" I replied.
"That's the Andromeda Galaxy. It's the nearest galaxy at 2 billion light years."
"Whoa."
"Guess what else."
"What?"
"The two galaxies, Andromeda and the Milky Way, are on a collision course."
"How do you know that?"
"That's what the Discovery Channel said."
"You watch the Discovery Channel?"
"Hell yeah! The History Channel too."
"It's official."
"What is?"
"You are officially perfect."
He smiled that goofy, toothy, grin that sent my head spinning. Who needs galaxies when I had all I'll ever need right here beside me? He bent back over and looked in the telescope. I just stood staring at him. After a while, he could feel my eyes on him. He looked over at me and smiled again.
"Let's go in...it's getting cold out here." He said. He disassembled the telescope. He carried the tripod and I took the scope itself back in the house. The screen door slammed behind us. I closed the main door as he walked across the kitchen. I followed him upstairs to a walk in closet. I was standing in the doorway while he went over to the box which was sitting on an old wooden chest. He squatted in front of it. Not only was he beautiful, he was also limber...that could be useful. He put all the pieces and parts back in their case.
My heart was full...and soon the rest of me would be full of him too...