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Hawthorne Awakening
by
Ritch Christopher
Part Eight
If there were such a thing as an "emotional" Richter scale, it would have been forced through the roof by the confusion in three minds that day in August. Steve had had his first male/male sex. Wade, not only had had HIS first sex with anyone, but he'd been devirginized by Noah Carter, the cutest boy in Hawthorne, followed by an afternoon of rapturous bliss with the studliest, cunt-humper in town, Steve Jarvis.
Noah's quick return to Chattanooga, or rather to Red Bank, Tennessee, the home of Baylor High School, to begin his senior year, had been brought about by HIS first gay experience and his unbalanced feelings for both Wade AND Steve. After all the scheming and plotting of which he was guilty, plus all his trying to get Steve to have sex with him, it had been Wade to whom he had surrendered his male virginity. Sticking around Hawthorne for a few more weeks until school actually started would only be difficult for him as well as both his suitors.
Noah was fully aware of how he must have hurt Steve, in addition to disappointing him. At the same time, he felt a bit of shame for leading Wade into a fantasy world for the first time...the first, actually, for both of them. He realized that Wade would have many problems after their sensuous encounter. First of all, Wade would have to confront his own sexuality, plus be very, very careful not to let his mother, her friends, or anyone from the church become the least bit suspicious of his strange interlude of "sin". Noah would have been both relieved and perhaps even shocked, had he known what had transpired at the Jarvis house between Steve and Wade.
Now that he had has his first taste of male sex...literally!...he would not be afraid if he should find a "willing" boy, a fellow student, at school. He looked forward to "playing the field" now in search of male companionship and physical stimulation and all that went with it. That made him happy and very excited. Still, he COULD have had Steve and now he'd never know what that union might have brought about.
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After "round two", both Steve and Wade had lain back on the bed, totally exhausted and satisfied. Neither of them had any regrets, but Wade had a feeling of fear in the pit of his stomach. Wade had been around Randy, Tyler, Hal, and Steve, as well, to hear about how the four of them had lost interest in getting their girls off after they, the guys, had gotten their rocks off. Wade had heard and read about people had lost interest or quickly gotten out of a romantic mood after their orgasm. But this had not been the case for him and Steve after their first quick session. Instead it had led to immediate "seconds" for both of them. But now, after the complete second workout, how would Steve feel about him? Steve's reputation was known by all, of how he would leave a girl high and dry after a quick fuck. Would he find himself treated the same way? The promise of a weekend date...would that materialize or was that just Steve's way of wanting to "get off" again? He wanted to speak but he thought it best to hear what Steve had to say. He lay there quietly to hear Steve's first words.
Both of them were looking at the ceiling, relaxing in reverie. Finally Steve, wishing he had a cigarette, took a deep breath and exhaled a long sigh, turning into a fatigued whistle.
"You OK?" Steve asked, still looking up.
"Yeah, you?" Wade hesitantly replied, just above a whisper.
"Did you like what we just did?"
"Yeah, Steve, I did." Wade was almost afraid to ask, but finally sighed himself and said, "What about you?" He wasn't sure if he wanted to hear Steve's answer.
"It's crazy, I know...but, yeah, I liked it. NO! I loved it!"
Wade relaxed. "Did you? Did you really?"
"Sure did."
"I mean, you're not mad because it was me and not Noah?"
Steve rolled onto his side to look at Wade for the first time. "Look, toe head, I wasn't drunk. I haven't been drinking, smoking, or snorting. Don't you think I know who I was making love to?"
"But...but you said..."
"Said what?"
"When I told you about Noah and me making love, you said havin' sex is not makin' love...at least the first time."
"If what you and Noah did was only half as good as what you and I just did...it wasn't sex...not just plain sex."
"You mean...you were makin' love to me?"
"Damn it all!" Steve spoke a bit louder. "Couldn't you tell? Or maybe I didn't make that big of impression on you! Maybe I did it all wrong! Is that what you're tryin' to say?"
"No, Steve, it...YOU...were wonderful."
"Well, I wasn't as experienced as you! I mean that was my first time."
"It was only my second. I really didn't have much to compare it to."
"Did...did Noah make you feel better'n me?"
"No way."
"How come?"
"Well, to be perfectly honest, I think it was his first time, too. Neither he nor I knew what to do. We just sorta made it up as we went along. Hell, at least you've fucked girls...and lots of 'em. Neither Noah nor I had never even done that."
"OK," Steve smiled. "You proved your point."
There was a moment of pause before Wade spoke again.
"Steve?"
"Yeah?"
"Was I...all right?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean...did I make you feel good, too?"
"Damn, Wade! Didn't you hear me moanin' and groanin'? Hell, I don't do that when girls give me head."
Wade smiled inwardly and felt pleased. But he still needed assurance before he got up to get dressed and go home with his pocketful of memories.
"Steve?"
"What now?"
"Can I ask you one more question?"
"You can ask a dozen more!"
"Well, I don't know exactly IF I should ask...but, well, when you fuck girls, do you moan and groan then?"
"Sometimes. It depends, I guess."
"On what?"
"Whether I want the girl to know she's pleasing me, so I can ask her out again. Why did you ask?"
"I...I was just wonderin' if you'd moan and groan if you were to fuck me?"
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you ask me that before we had sex the second time?"
"I didn't know how to do it and I was afraid you'd think of me as being girlish if I asked."
"What about me? I sucked YOUR dick, didn't I? Did that make ME girlish?"
"No, of course not."
"Well...?"
"If...if I asked you to fuck me...well...would you?"
"What if I were to ask you the same thing?"
"You mean, fuck you?"
"Jesus! What are we talking about. Yes! Would you fuck me if I asked?"
"Steve, I'd do ANYTHING you asked me to do...chew on your socks, lick the bottoms of your shoes...jump out the window...ANYTHING!"
"You really would, huh?" His lips parted in a playful grin.
"Name it!"
"Then, for starters, how about leaning over here and giving me a sloppy kiss?"
Wade's face broke into a huge smile for the first time.
"I'd like that..."
"Then what the fuck are you waiting on?"
"I just wanted to look into your eyes and make sure...really, really sure that you knew it was me...Wade English."
"You sure look like him."
"And you want me, Wade English, to kiss you, Steve Jarvis?"
"Of course, if you don't want to..."
Wade made a quick lunge to place his lips over Steve's. Steve wasn't exactly prepared for such a sudden move and his tooth bit his lip and cut it with Wade's touch. Blood began to pour from the small gash. But neither blood, saliva, or fifteen-minute-old semen could unlock Wade's kiss from Steve's mouth. Their tongues took turns darting in and out of the other's mouth. Their breathing became loud and heavy from their nostrils. Steve's arm went around Wade's waist as he pulled Wade's body over to him, finally rolling over so that Wade was lying on top of him. Neither of them were surprised to learn that each of them had sprung his third erection in less than an hour. Steve pushed his pelvis upward as Wade started to grind his into Steve's. It was several minutes before they broke the kiss to catch a good breath. By now, even the bleeding from Steve's lip had ceased.
It was Steve who was the first to speak, "Oh, God, Wade...Wade English, you feel so fantastically wonderful!"
"I've never felt this way before...EVER!" Wade replied.
"Neither have I, Wade---never!"
"Steve, would you get mad if I told you I think I'm in love with you? I mean, you wouldn't make fun...?"
"Baby, you can say that to me all you want, because I love hearing it!"
"I love you, Steve," Wade whispered.
"Maybe they'll lock me up in a psycho ward, but I have deep feelings for you, too, Wade."
"I keep asking myself, 'why today?'," Wade said. "We've been friends for a long time...for years...I mean you, me, Randy, Tyler. I know I'm not as close as the three of you are...but we've been together, swam naked together, gotten drunk together, raised all kinds of hell, but I never felt this way about you...not until this afternoon."
"There's a song on the jukebox at Smiley's...something about love hitting in a blinding flash...like thunder and lightning. Maybe it's true. Maybe it does happen that way. I mean, I've seen movies where a boss works with his secretary every day for years...and one day she walks in with a new hairdo, takes off her glasses, and before they know what's happening, he's got her sprawled across her desk, fucking her brains out!"
Wade grinned. "You wanna fuck my brains out?"
"You mean now? This minute?"
"Yeah..." Wade said in a pseudo-sexy voice.
"I'm afraid if I do...people'll think you're retarded when I get through."
"Good. That way my mother will never know what I've done and she'll feel sorry for me."
"Oh, shit! Your mother!"
"Don't worry, I'll risk being a mongoloid to feel you inside me one time. Did you ever fuck a girl in her back side?"
"Maybe."
"Then, you'll have to show me what to do."
"OK...on one condition."
"What's that?"
"If it hurts...stop me. I mean we can go on having oral sex from now on and never bother about anything else."
"From now on...? Do you mean that?"
"Buddy boy, you ain't never gonna get away from me."
Wade beamed as he lowered his head to kiss Steve again. Then he lifted up to say..."what do you want me to do?"
"I think it would hurt you less if you got on your hands and knees."
"Then what?"
"Then leave it to me----I'll do the rest!"
Wade obeyed, just like a willing wife, and assumed the position while Steve opened his bedside drawer to get a bottle of baby oil. Once they were both lubricated in the required places, Steve carefully and slowly entered Wade, who received him nervously, excited as a bride on her wedding night.
Their lovemaking was only into its second minute when Steve's bedroom door burst open and in barged Randy and Tyler.
Randy announced, "Hey, buddy, your mom told us that you and...HOLY SHIT!"
Tyler entered a few seconds later with, "Steve, are we going to Smiley's or...CHRIST ALMIGHTY!"
It was impossible to see who surprised whom the most. Randy and Tyler stood speechless and awestruck by the sight they saw before them on the bed. Wade collapsed immediately to dive his head under a pillow which extracted Steve's organ from Wade, changing it from erect..to semi-erect..to flacid in a matter of moments.
"Goddammit! Come on in and close the fuckin' door unless one of you wants to run down the stairs and get my mom!" Steve said strongly, but not yelling for his mother to hear.
"What...?" Randy and Tyler began simultaneously.
"Don't be so fuckin' shocked, you assholes, standing over there gawkin'! You're not seeing anything you haven't seen or done before."
"Not exactly," Randy said. "We've never seen YOU doin' that before."
"Well, I've never seen you two doin' it either, but I know damn well you do it to each other!"
Randy and Tyler looked at one another suspiciously as if to say, "Who told?"
"So, now that you're here, what do you want?" Steve asked pointedly.
"We...we were gonna see if you wanted to go over to Wade's and the four of us go to Smiley's to shoot some pool...but since Wade is already here...?" Tyler stammered.
"Yeah, but it looks like you were about to shoot somethin' else," Randy added with a grin.
"I swear to God, if either of you laughs, I'll beat the crap out of both of you!" Steve warned. Then he spoke to Wade. "Come on, guy, get your head from under that pillow and look these two closet faggots in the eyes."
"Aw, come on Steve, we're not passing judgment...we're just...well, surprised," Randy said.
"To say the least," Tyler pitched in.
"Well, let's just say you ruined one of the best moments of my life," Steve said.
"Honestly, Steve, how were we to know? We came in downstairs and your mom said you were up in your room talkin' with Wade. I mean, little did either of us know...or expect..."
"OK. You're forgiven," Steve said, "but neither of you are leavin' without sittin' down and the four of us havin' a long talk."
"Sure, Steve...anything you say..." Randy said, sitting down in the big easy chair. Tyler followed by sitting on one of the wide arms of the chair.
"Wade, put your skivvies on or get under the covers so we can talk."
Being that Steve had only worn a towel when Wade came into the room, Steve walked proudly naked to his bureau to get a pair of boxers. He had nothing to hide. The four of them, plus Hal, had skinny-dipped many times and had seen each other without clothes. They'd seen each other masturbate afterwards and there was no doubt in the room as to who had the largest dick. Randy and Tyler had always envied the size of Steve's penis. Steve's reputation of size preceded him all over Hawthorne. No guy in town wanted to date a girl that had dated Steve the week before. None of them stood a chance by comparison. Steve was the king of cunt...and once Steve had had sex with any girl, only once, no other male in Hawthorne could or would satisfy her.
Steve turned to face Randy and Tyler as he slowly raised the boxers up his legs. He loved to watch them ogle as they looked at his piece of equipment. Once dressed, he sat on the edge of the bed. Wade had pulled his head from beneath the pillow and had covered up his body with a sheet and quilt, but he still hadn't looked at Randy or Tyler. Too bad the bedclothes weren't bright red because his face would have blended into crimson oblivion.
"Now," Steve began, "we've been friends for a long time...since we were kids and we've never kept secrets. That is, maybe ONE that you kept from me. The same one that Wade and I were gonna keep from you. Am I making myself clear?"
Randy and Tyler dropped their heads and said, "Yeah," at the same time.
Steve continued, "I won't say who told me what, but apparently, you two have been foolin' around for a long while. True?"
Both of the guilty ones paused and glanced at each other before nodding their heads in simultaneous agreement.
"Well," Steve went on, "I could say that Wade and I were tryin' to catch up with you. You know--see what the two of you had been keepin' from us. God knows, you never asked either of us to fool around while we jerked off by the pond."
"Steve, that's not the kind of thing you tell to a friend who's the straightest stud in town. We were afraid you'd never speak to either of us again," Randy replied.
"Well, now you're findin' out differently."
"You mean that you, Tyler, and me...could've...you know..."
"Hell, no! I wouldn't've had queer sex with either of you...if you paid me or gave me your truck...for that matter."
"But...you and Wade...why...?"
"I don't have to explain a goddamned thing to either of you, but let's just say that this afternoon, Wade and I discovered that we meant more to one another than we ever knew."
"You mean that you two lo...?"
"Love? Is that what you were gonna say?"
"No...not really," Tyler lied.
"If we do love each other...what would either of you have to say about that?"
"Nothin', Steve. Tyler and I have always loved you in our own way...just like we thought you loved us as brothers."
"I do, I guess," Steve said. "I just guess I never thought to put it into words. I mean I know I've always loved Hal. Hal and I are almost like one person...and always have been. But there are different kinds of love, I guess. I never ONCE wanted to have sex with Hal...just like it never occurred to me to have sex with either of you."
Steve looked over his shoulder at the timid, nervous Wade. "So, I suppose all three of you are wonderin''why Wade'? Before today, I'm not sure if I'd've HAD an answer. OK, shit! There's no use beatin' around the bush. You know I've been actin' like a mare in heat runnin' after Noah these past few weeks. I didn't know why. I didn't want to know why. The answer scared the shit out of me. Did I want to have sex with Noah? I suppose the answer is 'yes'. My hormones and testoserone have been out of whack...so much so, I could find a valid answer. I knew goddamned well I wasn't a queer...but I kept havin' queer thoughts. The thoughts got bigger and bigger. I was relieved when Wade came over this afternoon and told me that Noah left town this morning. I could get back to my normal self."
The room was silent. No one wanted to respond and Steve was afraid to keep talking, not knowing what he might reveal.
"Guys, I don't know the reason that the two of you played around, had sex with each other, or whatever...but something happened...something I can't explain while Wade and I talked. I mean, it just happened...and if I hear one word about Wade from either of you...or if talk about this gets back to his mother...well, all I can say is, for your own life's safety, you'd better leave town because I'll be gunnin' for you!"
"Steve, I swear to God, neither of us will say anything...EVER...TO ANYBODY!" Randy said.
"Wade...well, maybe I shouldn't say this...but Wade told me that he loved me." Steve's statement brought a stunned look to the face of the three listeners.
There was a huge silence. Wade looked directly at Steve to see what he would say next.
"...I guess I should wait and say this to him privately, but, Wade, I love you, too. I don't know why or what created the change in me...but, it's true...I love you. I've never said that to anyone...no girl, no woman, no one."
Wade face began to glow. A small tear came down his cheek. Even Randy and Tyler choked up. This was a side of Steve they'd never seen or EVER expected to see.
"I don't want this to go beyond these four walls or beyond us four guys. I don't know what's gonna happen or where all this is gonna lead, but as long as the four of us have an understanding....?"
"Sure, Steve," Randy said.
"Sure, sure," Tyler echoed.
"As far as appearance goes, the four of us will hang out together like always. No one in town will suspect a thing. RIGHT?"
"Right, Steve. We can shoot pool, go to movies, go swimmin', raise hell like we always have," Randy assured.
"All right then," Steve said, "give me about an hour to talk to Wade. There's some things I've got to say to him in private and we'll meet you at Smiley's and the four of us can go get a bite to eat."
Randy and Tyler were so relieved that they were getting a chance to exit unscathed that they stood up and headed toward the door immediately.
"We'll see you two in about an hour," Randy said as he and Tyler left.
Wade sat quietly and eagerly to listen to Steve's explanation of what he'd said.
"Did you hear when I said I loved you, Wade?"
"Yes."
"I meant it...I mean...I mean it! Does that upset you?"
"Gosh, no, Steve. I'm the happiest guy in the world! This is the best day of my life! I love you, too!"
"Do you want me to LOCK the door and continue where we were...?"
"Wild horses couldn't stop me!" Wade chuckled.
Steve walked to the door and locked it with the hook and latch and again with the skeleton key. In the meanwhile, Wade had thrown off the covers and resumed his position on his hands and knees. Steve lowered his shorts and moved in next to Wade's backside on the bed.
Since Steve had entered him a few minutes ago, Wade knew what to expect and he relaxed his anal muscles to receive his new lover. The action they had experienced earlier suddenly had more meaning now. The idea of experimentation was gone. Steve wanted to make love to Wade and Wade was totally ready for it!
Steve and Wade were an hour late meeting Randy and Tyler at Smiley's, but Randy and Tyler understood and waited patiently for their buddies to arrive. Later, after the four had eaten, Steve drove Wade home and Randy invited Tyler to spend the night at his house as the two of them discovered that they were horny as hell for each other. Could it be that that blinding flash could strike twice in the same day?
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Baylor Academy at one time had been an all male military school with grades six through twelve. But for the past two or three decades, post-Vietnam, it had become coed. The school had approximately 500 students, 100 hundred of whom were boarding students.
When Noah returned prematurely to his dorm, he found it far from empty. It normally housed around 40 students, but one-third of them had enrolled in summer classes, either for extra credit or for a few who had not managed to pass all their exams the previous semester, a complete necessity if they wanted to remain in that school.
At the time Noah had left to go home to Hawthorne for the summer, he had left no close friends behind at the school...partly because most guys in his class knew of his intention of becoming an Anglican priest, but even more important, Noah had still been struggling with himself and his desire for male sex. In spite of his handsome looks and masculine build, none of the guys could understand why he was so shy around the girls on the campus. To them, Noah was definitely not gay...it was only Noah who knew the truth about that secret.
He had entered the school as a sophomore and for two years he had hidden his erections in the shower after sports, or when going to the bathroom for his morning bodily functions. He found he was attracted to many of the guys in his class, but had never shown concentrated interest in any one in particular.
After his afternoon experience in the woods and at his home with Wade, he was more confident in his desires. "One in five males is homosexual" he had read. On his trip back to school, he tried to remember all his dorm-mates on his floor, counting them by "fives", wondering which of them had the same problem or which experienced the same feeling of being gay. In his mind he thought about Tommy, Bobby, Terry, Larry, and number five, Jeff...or should he have started counting Jeff first, which would make Larry the gay one. He laughed out loud. "One in five!"...but which one? He planned to find out during this, his senior. and final, year. "Let's see, there are nearly three hundred boys at the school...one in five is twenty percent...that means...DAMN! That's sixty gay guys I don't know about! Well, fifty-nine if I don't count myself." Surely, there was one whom he could latch on...only to have sex if nothing more. He took time to wonder if the same ratio applied to lesbians at the school?
With the popularity of "Will and Grace", "Queer As Folk", "Queer Guys", and "Almost Relative" on TV, suddenly being 'gay' was 'in'! What if all twenty percent came out at the same time and formed a club? They could practically rule the school. In the same manner, if the twenty percent of the United States population banded together, they could control any election...a gay could be President! Boy, wouldn't Wade's mother have a fit about that? She and all her religi!...or "cumming" as the case might be! Noah laughed again. Yes sir, Noah was looking forward to his senior year!
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To be continued in Part Nine of "Hawthorne Awakening".