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Chapter 27: LaserShow
I got back to school and settled in. Things were much the same as they had been the year before, though I perhaps understandably had less stress than I did the year before. I was fine the first couple of weeks, then went through a rough period around the one year memorial for Jeremy. Long story short, I convinced Rob, and we both convinced his parents that we should have a panikhida (look it up if you're curious), and I missed a day of class for a long weekend when I went to Pennsylvania.
This, however, is not another chapter about Jeremy or dealing with losing him or anything like that. So don't worry. But I should warn you all that this will not be nearly as crazy as the lakehouse weekend...
The week after school started I wasn't feeling great, but decided I needed to do something just to get out of the apartment. There's only so much time you can sit around practicing music, reading, working on schoolwork (yeah, right), or watching television. I talked to some people and convinced everyone that driving down to Stone Mountain for the Lasershow before the end of the season would be a good way to spend a Saturday. It's cheap, for one - the carload is just the cost of parking.
The group was kind of diverse. Since I had arranged it, the group was a mix of my friends, some of them that didn't really know the others that well, or at all. Dave and Sarah were in, Will decided to go at the last minute, and Joe agreed to go, too. To round out the numbers, Joe brought his friend Kate.
We all met up in the afternoon and went to drive down there. Will had a 4Runner, so we all piled into that. There weren't enough seats, though, not for six people, so someone would have to ride in the cargo area. Will drove, and Sarah rode in the passenger seat. Since Kate didn't really know us, she and Joe sat in the middle... that left Dave and I piling into the cargo area, which was fine.
Once we got close we stopped and picked up a bucket of chicken before going to find parking at the mountain. It was still early in the evening - the sun was out and there was really nothing to do besides set up a little picnic area on the huge lawn in front of the mountain and wait for the show to start. Well, there would not have been anything to do were it not for the fact that we brought frisbees, a football, and a soccer ball. Before long we were all playing with something. And in the hot sun, even though it was setting, I couldn't refrain from taking my shirt off. Neither could Joe or Will. It was just too hot.
We ran around and tossed the frisbees for awhile before switching to soccer. As per usual, there was a mix of tossing and soccer playing until both games sort of collapsed. We took a break for a few minutes, all had some water or a Coke, and then Will picked up the football and ran off. I didn't really notice until I heard him shout my name, at which point I had about a nanosecond to turn and look before it hit me.
I managed, though. Caught it dead on and then was immediately tackled by Joe, even though that was definitely not something I was expecting with just tossing the football around. But it didn't matter - that was a new dynamic, and we had a really rough version of tossing the football, one that the girls sat out. Before long we had roughhoused and tumbled our way down the lawn and nearly ruined another group's picnic. Oops!
We came jogging back up, all of us with some welts or bruises or little cuts from wrestling and diving at one another and knocking each other into the ground. I had some Gatorade from the cooler we brought with us and then headed towards the bathrooms, just off the main area. Not only did I need to pee, I also wanted to wash the grass off of me and check out the cut on my arm that I think I got from a twig.
When I got in there and looked in the mirror, it looked like I had been playing football, which was good. I didn't mind the look, to be quite honest. I rinsed off my arm and picked the blades of grass that were stuck to me. I was trying to get the last few off my back when Joe walked into the bathroom, his shirt over his shoulder. He took care of those few strands, and I helped him clean himself off a little before he put his shirt back on.
I stepped into the far stall, going to pee as I planned. We were the only ones in there, but Joe knocked at the door and asked if he could come in.
I opened the door and he stepped inside, securing the latch behind him. Almost immediately he was fumbling with my belt and trying to get inside my pants. I helped him as best I could, feeling my dick stiffening under my briefs as we unzipped my shorts. They quickly fell to the floor - almost, anyway, as I grabbed them before they landed on that disgusting tile in the bathroom. I gently stepped out of them and hung them on the coat hook behind Joe. Joe had unzipped his own shorts and had one hand down in his underwear and another hand down mine, stroking my now stiff dick.
I knelt down, balancing myself so I would have to sit on or touch the floor (it really was filthy) and pulled down his waistband of his shorts and his boxer briefs. His dick flopped out, more than half hard and looking might tasty to me. I leaned in and opened up, wrapping my mouth around his dick and trying to quickly get it at full attention. He sighed, but made no other noise for a few minutes while I sucked, licked and just about devoured his cock.
I came up for air at one point and looked up at him. He looked down and me and without saying anything we knew what we wanted to do next. So I spit onto his dick as much saliva as I could get before standing up. He did the same, slicking himself up as much as he could. I turned around and pulled my briefs down a bit, trying to get them low enough that Joe could maneuver in but high enough so that I could still spread my legs.
He pushed into me slowly, the spit on his dick providing just barely enough lube to get inside me. It felt good - it had been a few weeks since the lakehouse and I hadn't had sex at all, so this felt good. Fortunately, I was able to keep quiet, only moaning occasionally, and even then keeping it as quiet as I could. He kept at it, sliding in and out of my dick quickly but smoothly. I had both hands up pushing against the wall, leaning forward while Joe fucked me. He kept his hands on my hips most of the time, only occasionally moving them to my shoulders or sliding on down my leg.
It felt good to have him sliding in and out of my ass and I was sure I'd come pretty quickly. To my surprise, I didn't. Joe fucked me for a good three or four minutes when I felt him stiffen all over, then release, pumping his load into me. He stopped his rhythm completely and stood there. I stood there, too, enjoying the feeling of my friend being inside of me, but hoping that my rock hard dick would get its own satisfaction.
We listened momentarily and heard voices. About three or four guys of varying ages came into the bathroom at the same time, and we could hear others outside as well. We stood there for a moment and I figured I'd have to wait for my own relief until I got home that night. I was okay with that and sighed while I stood there leaning against the wall. Slowly Joe pulled out then turned me around to look at him. He kissed me quickly and then lowered down, squatting as I had done, avoiding the floor.
There were a lot of people in the bathroom now - quite a few more than it could hold, from the sounds of it.
He wrapped his mouth around my dick and sucked me off rather brilliantly in a little over half a minute. I was impressed, but also so horny and so ready to explode that it wouldn't have taken much. He swallowed what I pumped into his mouth before standing up and kissing me again. We both then peed - after all, that's what I at least was originally there to do, and then I put my shorts on and we stood there for a second.
He whispered, "Okay, should we leave separately?"
"Yeah," I said. "We don't know who these other guys are and I don't think it's a good idea if we walk out together, haha."
So Joe grabbed the latch and left. In the meantime, someone entered the stall next to mine. I closed the door as they closed theirs, locking mine again. I stood there for about fifteen seconds and though I could hear a bunch of people in the bathroom, I couldn't tell if Joe would still be in there or not.
Right then, someone rattled the door, trying to open it. I said, "Hold on a second, please," and then flushed and opened the door. It was some kid, maybe 13 years old. He looked at me and stared quizzically, then said quite bluntly, "I thought someone just came out of here."
"Must have been the other one... sorry, man," I responded. I quickly washed my hands and left, feeling like a lot of the people in there - of every age - were staring at me, the guy without his shirt on who looked like he was kind of satisfied yet guilty. I quickly walked back to our picnic area and threw my shirt back on. In a matter of a minute I forgot about the guilty feeling and was enjoying the lingering after effects of sex with Joe. Within ten minutes, however, I was enjoying some fried chicken. We had finished eating and cleaned everything up by the time the show actually began.
It was a good show - typical, cheesy, but a lot of fun. There's something to the simplicity of an evening like that - getting a group to show up, but with nothing really to do on that big lawn but picnic and maybe toss around a football or kick around a soccer ball - that always appealed to me. The show itself, whatever, but the whole evening - it's hard to beat it - with or without Joe's and my little adventure..
At the end, we stood up and cleaned up our little area completely. Because of what we knew would be heavy traffic trying to get out of the parking lot, we took our time, taking turns walking off to the bathrooms. It was packed this time, but the Gatorade goes right through me, so I needed another pit stop - I think everyone there did. Finally we figured it had cleared enough that we'd be able to get moving and not face bumper-to-bumper traffic.
We were wrong.
We walked to the parking lot where everyone was essentially trapped, trying to inch forward out of the park. Oh well. We piled into the 4Runner, though this time Kate jumped in the front seat and was wildly chatting with Sarah, who was now in the middle with Dave. I was directly behind Sarah and across from me, Joe sat facing me.
We started inching our own way towards the highway, music fairly loud, windows down. I didn't really think about it, but Joe had taken his shoes off. Since we were sitting across from each other, and because I wasn't really thinking about it, I sort of started massaging his feet through his socks. They were a little sweaty, but near as I was to them they didn't smell, and I didn't mind so much since we were on the way home. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, maybe even slept for a bit.
Dave turned around a couple of times, but only during normal talking. He had seen what I was doing, however, and mentioned it when we got home. I had showered and was standing in our bedroom about to climb into the sack when he brought it up.
"So, foot massage for Joe?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah... I don't know, that was just sort of random," I said.
"Ahh. I see," he said, though that clearly wasn't the end of the conversation.
"Why? Did you think we were a couple - or being too couple-y?" I asked.
"No, not at all. I just hadn't heard you mention Joe before, and I was wondering if there was something more there, that was all. You guys were gone a long time to the bathroom, and then the foot massage... I was just curious," he said.
"Well, I don't think there's TOO much to be curious about," I said. I continued, "Would you like a foot massage, Dave?"
"Hahaha! No thanks. But if I can take a rain check and a transfer for a shoulder massage, then sure."
"Cool... redeemable whenever I'm in a good mood and you're stressed," I told him.
He laughed and that was the end of it. I think he suspected something else had gone on, but I was having this slightly guilty conscience about it, so I never explained it fully. Of course if I have him edit anything again, like the chapter when I came out to him, then I suppose the secret's out, huh?