Part 2 -- Kelly's Problem
Preamble:
This is a story based on real people in a situation which they were never in (Though I wish that they had ;)). The names have been changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. This is purely a fantasy of the author and is not meant to be taken as fact.
The Story
From Part One:
Then I got the shock of my young life. Kelly looked into my eyes; saw something, then leaned over and kissed me right on the lips! What the HELL! I definitely wasn't expecting this! I liked Kelly, sure. I wanted to be his friend, yes. But anything more, I wasn't sure. I needed to think about this. "Kelly! Slow down, please. I am gay, and don't take this wrong, but ... ah ... I need to think here. I like you, sure. I definitely want you as a friend. But I don't know if this is going anywhere."
He looked like a sad puppy, which had been caught doing something wrong. He hung his head. "I'm sorry, John. It won't happen again. I'll take you home now."
He pulled back onto the road and drove me the rest of the way home. As I got up on my crutches, he handed me my backpack. "Thanks for the ride. I'll see you tomorrow at practice."
"Yeh, see you tomorrow."
Before he could reach over and close the door, I stopped him and said, "Kelly, if you want to talk some more, see me after practice. OK?"
"Sure. Tomorrow." He drove off and I walked into the house.
Part 2:
As I walked into the house, I reviewed what had just happened. Was Kelly really gay? It was hard to say. Certainly from my point of view, it wouldn't be a bad thing. I mean, he was cute and I did like him.
Did I like him that way though? It was hard to say. I had felt something when he had put his hand on my shoulder and again when he kissed me. I was slightly confused. This was definitely new for me. I normally wasn't confused very easily.
After saying hi to Mom and Dad, I went to my room to get ready for dinner. Dinner this evening consisted spaghetti with meatballs. Dad asked why I had called and told him that I'd be riding home with one of the players.
"Dad, it was Kelly Langer. I just wanted to make sure he was adjusting to the varsity squad alright. It's tough being a sophomore and having to make the jump to varsity in the middle of the season." I smiled a little.
"That's nice, John. I take it there's no problem then."
"No problem that I know of. If you don't mind, I will probably ride home with Kelly tomorrow night. I'd like to get to know him a little better."
"Well, if you want to. Have you asked him if he can give you a ride yet?"
"Ah, no."
"Then I suggest you call and make sure he can. I don't want to get a call tomorrow saying that you need a ride."
I smiled at Dad and said, "Dad, if I had a car of my own, you wouldn't have to worry about getting calls, would you?" Even with my handicap, I could still drive a normal car, as long as it had an automatic transmission.
"John, you know the answer to that already. No car until you can afford the insurance."
Damn, you'd think I'd get to win that argument one time. It was always a Catch-22. I couldn't get a job without a car, and I couldn't get a car without a job.
I finished dinner and went upstairs to do what homework I had. History was easy; I usually made the other students unhappy since I regularly broke the bell curve. Math wasn't too bad. Chemistry was OK. The only course I really had any problems with was English Lit. Trying to read The Canterbury Tales in the original old English was definitely a bear. I couldn't wait for Shakespeare to make his appearance.
By the time I finished my homework; it was time for bed. I stripped down and hopped into bed, with just a pair of boxers on. I turned off the desk lamp and tried to go to sleep. Something prevented it. My mind was going over the same scene, over and over. I was seeing Kelly leaning over and kissing me. And it wasn't just a peck on the lips that had been the reality. It was a tonsil tickler. And it was getting me hard. Every time it replayed in my mind, my cock got harder. Added to the scene was what I had seen in the shower room. Finally, I came to the conclusion that I needed release. I took my cock out through the fly and started jacking off. It didn't take long before that familiar feeling hit. I gasped as I saw the first shot flew over my head and hit the headboard about 3/4s of the way up. The second and third shot hit my face and shoulder respectively, before slowly working my way down my chest and stomach; finally to dribble over my hand into my pubic hairs. My God! I never came that hard before!
It took me a while to settle down. Once I did, I fell asleep quickly. The next thing I remembered was the alarm going off. 5 AM. Time to get up. I grabbed my crutches and walked to the bathroom. I looked at my self in the mirror, and smiled. I could see dried cum in my hair and on my chest. Man, what a night! I stripped my boxers off and stepped into the shower. The warm water felt like heaven as I sudsed up. While I washed my genitals, my mind wondered back to its vision of the night before. Kelly was kissing me again. What was it with Kelly that he was constantly on my mind? Was it lust? Possibly, Kelly was cute and I could see getting into bed with him. Love? Well, I did care for him, but I also cared for the rest of the guys on the team. They were like an extended family to me.
One thing for certain, I had to talk to Kelly. Whether he wanted to or not. I hopped out of the shower; dried off and got dressed. I finished in time for a small breakfast of Cherrios and milk. Then time to get onto the bus; and off to school. Classes went OK, no real problems.
Practice was curious that night. The guys were all waiting for me before practice. Apparently Tony had told them that I was going to talk to Kelly. They were curious. "What's up with Kelly?" "Anything we should know about?" "Hey John, did you find out anything?" All tossed at me in rapid fire succession.
"Whoa, guys! Hang on a sec, will ya? First of all: Jack, nothing's up with Kelly. Tony, he's just shy. Other than that nothing you should have to worry about. I've got everything under control."
With that, I shooed them out of the locker room and onto the gym floor. I hadn't seen Kelly come in. I assumed that since it was still a while before practice that he just was not here yet.
I went out to the gym and sat in the first row of the bleachers, as usual, with the Gatorade and water close by. Kelly showed up a couple of minutes later dressed for practice. I watched him as he went through shoot around before practice began. After that, I didn't pay any particular attention to him. After practice, some of the guys, including Tony and Jack, came up to me and said that Kelly had seemed distracted during practice. They couldn't say why, but he had seemed to be looking at me a lot.
They may not have known but I had a pretty good idea why. He probably was trying to figure out whether I had told anyone about last night. I hadn't, and wasn't likely to as it would likely lead to question about me that I wasn't ready to handle yet.
I went into the locker room and began handing out towels as per usual. The players were joking about the same topics that all guys joke about: girls, sports, girls and classes. Jack and Tony lingered a bit trying to pry further into what had gone on with Kelly last night. At that point, Kelly walked in to the locker and began to get ready to take his shower. If looks could have killed, Kelly would have been facing trial for my murder from the one he gave me as he went into the shower.
I decided I had better get rid of Tony and Jack. "Guys, would you mind going?" I nodded in the direction of the shower room, hoping they would get the not so subtle hint.
Fortunately, they seemed to. "Alright, John. See ya later." "Sure, John. Call you later?"
"Yeh, whatever. Later guys." They left. "Kelly, could I see you for a minute!" I shouted.
"If it's to ask for another ride, the answer is no!"
"Jesus! What's gotten into him?" I thought. "Not necessarily! I just want to talk you! Is that alright?" I shouted back.
"What's there to talk about? You said it all before," he replied. The shower was turned off. He came out past me with a towel wrapped around his waist. "You have me under control already. Isn't that what you told Tony? Last night was just a ruse to try and get me! Wasn't it?" I heard a locker slam. I couldn't swear to it at the time, but the last part sounded like it had been accompanied by a sob.
"I told them I had the situation under control. Kelly, I had to tell them something. They had asked me to find out what was bothering you. You seemed distant, never coming into shower until almost everybody was gone. Tim said that you were just shy. Maybe it was just me, but I sensed it was something more. I had to find out if it was something that I could help you with. For Pete's sake, I couldn't very well tell them what we did last night, could I?"
Kelly sighed. "No, I suppose not."
"Alright, then. Could we start this over again, please? Kelly, would you mind if I hitched a ride with you again tonight?"
I didn't hear anything for several seconds. Then, quietly, he replied, "OK." We went through the same procedure that we had gone through the night before: gather up the laundry, take it to the laundry room, and start up the washing machine. The only change was that this time he didn't ask if he should bring the car around, Kelly just did it by sprinting out to his car and bringing it around. Now I may be fast walking on these crutches of mine, but there's no way I'm going to catch someone who's not on crutches, especially an athlete, when he or she decides they want to get someplace in a hurry.
I tossed my crutches in the back seat and got into the car. "Kelly, can I say something?"
"Sure. What's up?"
"Remember last night when I said that I wanted to think before we went any further? Well, I've done some thinking about what happened last night and I've decided that I definitely want to be friends. And I also am willing to let this friendship go wherever it ends up going. If that means more than simple friendship, so be it. If not, I'd still like to be your friend. OK?"
Kelly was obviously still unsure of what was happening. He shrugged, looked me in the eyes, and said that he was OK with the idea.
"Great." I paused for a second. "So, ah, what do you like to do? Away from the basketball court, I mean."
"Well, I like to play Atari or Intellivision like Pong or Centipede. I try to find time to hang out at the local disco with some of my friends. I like to read some fantasy novels when I can afford them. What do you do when you're not in school?"
"My social life away from school is kind of limited. I've got an Atari game at home that I play. But most of my time is spent reading. To tell the truth, the team is pretty much it. I don't get out much. Occasionally I play hoops with some of the guys in the neighborhood, but that's in a wheelchair. There's not very much in the way of physical activity such as dancing that you can do on these. To go out to Mac's or the movies is about the extent of social outings I'm involved in. I don't have any close friends and certainly no girl friends."
"Oh, John. What can I say?"
"Don't say anything. If there's one thing I can't deal with, it's other people pitying me. If there is one thing you should know about me, it is that I have an independent streak a mile wide. If I can, I like to do things myself -- without help. I've got an independence streak a mile wide.
"But there's one thing I can't do without someone's help. It's called love. I've found that it is a two-man thing, at least as far as I'm concerned. Kelly, I wasn't totally truthful earlier. I'm not completely sure, but I think I may be falling for you." I turned away from Kelly, staring out the passenger side window, afraid of his reaction to what I had just said.
Despite staring out the window, I didn't notice that we had pulled over to the shoulder of the road. It wasn't until I felt a hand on my shoulder, gently shaking it in an attempt to get my attention that I even noticed that we had stopped. "John. John?? Are you OK?"
"Huh? What?"
"I said, are you OK? You seemed to space out there for a second."
"Ah, yeh, I'm fine. Let's get going. I don't want to worry my folks."
"Did you mean what you just said? About falling for me, I mean," Kelly asked as he pulled back onto the road.
"Yes, I suppose so. Why. Don't want to have a cripple fall for you?" I replied, bitterly. God, how the tables had turned. A half hour earlier, he had been the one that was bitchy; now it was me!
"John! That's not it at all. Oh, Christ! If you are all that I think you might be, I don't care about your defects. I want what appears to be the caring, funny man I see during practice and during school. The man who jokes with people, even at his own expense. The man who makes sure that if something is needed, whether it be encouragement or something material, it is provided. I want that man, for a friend, maybe more. I can't say that your body turns me on, but hey, I've never seen the whole package."
I thought about what he said for a minute. I mean I did try to take care of my friends. I did joke it up every once in a while. I just didn't think I was that special. I was doing what I thought friends should do for other friends. And now Kelly was telling me that I was showing him something special? I felt a slow blush begin to creep up my cheeks.
"Uh, Kelly, I don't know what to say. I've never thought of myself that way. Never really thought anybody would see me in that way, either. I suppose that I have been half afraid of what would happen if I opened up to anybody like this. I know some of the problems I've faced because of my physical condition and didn't want to add the stigma of being gay to it."
"John, do you think it's been any easier for me? I known I've liked guys since I had sex ed in seventh grade. Guys did something for me that girls just didn't do. I liked looking at guys in the shower. Just try explaining to your friends why you are beginning to get hard in the shower, especially when you haven't even turned on the water yet. The taunts that I heard were enough to make me go as deep into the closet as I could. Hell, I even went out on a few dates just to get the other guys off my back. And if it wasn't my friends making fun of my "problem", it was my parents, who wondered why their darling son wasn't going on dates like the other boys his age. Everything I have done for the past couple of years has been for appearances' sake. The most I would do on those dates I did go on was kiss the girl on the cheek. When friends would ask for "details", I would come up with the usual whoppers that other guys told about getting to first, second and third base with a girl.
The folks were just as bad; wanting to know if I'd done anything that they needed to be aware of. I would blush a little every time they asked and that seemed to do the trick; although it didn't mean what they thought it did. I was scared that they would figure out what I was thinking and hate me for it."
"Kelly, I don't think your folks would hate you. They might not understand, but you're still their son. If they are worried about grandchildren, they've still got your brother and sister don't they?"
"Yeh, but still ...."
"Kelly, don't worry about it. You'll let them know when you are ready, not before."
Kelly sighed. "OK. Hopefully, they won't find out until I'm ready."
Silence ensued until we pulled into the driveway to my house. Kelly said, "Well, here you are. Home." He turned to me as I opened the car door to get out. "Say John, how about I drive you home every night. I mean, I'm still going to be the last one in the shower and you're still going to have to wait for me to get done before you can go."
The look on Kelly's face implied more then he was saying. He was practically begging to drive me home after practice every night. This required some quick thinking on my part. On one hand, Kelly appeared to be falling for me. I wasn't sure that I was ready for a relationship yet. If I wasn't, I still didn't want to hurt him by rejecting his overtures, thereby making him leery of ever trusting somebody enough to do let his true nature known.
On the other hand, here was an opportunity that I had never had before. Although I had come to grips with being gay on an individual level, I was unsure whether I would be able to have a relationship with any man. Should I be right in that Kelly was falling for me and I probably falling for him, than there was the probability that I could share my deepest thoughts and desires with someone who could relate to them.
Also, there was the idea that Dad or Mom wouldn't have to pick me up after practice. HEHEHE. If there's anything more embarrassing to a seventeen year old male, it's being picked up and being driven around by one's parents because he doesn't have any wheels of his own. At least if you are being driven around by one of your peers, the embarrassment is lessened somewhat. All this went through my mind in seconds.
I got up on my crutches and leaned back in. "If you're sure that it would not be a problem. I'd love to ride home with you after practice."
"A problem? No, it would not be a problem," Kelly replied. He scooted over towards me; leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "See you tomorrow, then."
What happened next was without any premeditation on my part. As soon as Kelly had kissed me, that something feeling that had hit me the night before when Kelly had kissed me was back with a vengeance. It was simply overwhelming. Before Kelly could back away, I reached out, took his head in my hands, and planted my lips on his. My tongue began to try and find its way past his lips. His response was to part his lips to allow his tongue to meet mine. OH MY GOD! Our tongues dueled for a second or two before it hit both of us that this might not be the right time for exploring each other mouths. My parents would have known that a car had pulled into the driveway and would be expecting me to walk in at any moment. If we didn't want them to find out about either of our preferences, we had to break off the tongue wrestling. I recovered first and looked at Kelly with something approaching longing.
"Ah, I ... I guess that I'll, ah, see you tomorrow." My voice seemed to have hit a new low on the voice scale. Kelly's wasn't much better.
"Yeh, I see you, ah, tomorrow." He scooted back behind the wheel and drove off.
I stood there for a few minutes. I couldn't get over what had just happened. I had actually kissed someone! My feelings were a mix of fear and longing. Fear of what had I done, and what the future might bring. Longing in that I might just have found the soul mate that I wanted and needed. I may just have fallen in love.
After I had gathered myself, I walked into the house. My parents were waiting.
Dad spoke first. "What took you so long out there? And what's the silly grin for?"
Oh, oh. Think fast, John. Get yourself together and wipe that grin off your face. "Kelly wanted to know if I wanted to ride home with him after practice from now on. I had to think about it for a second before I said yes. I figured that if Kelly wanted to drive me home that it would free up either of you for other things. You wouldn't have to wait to pick me up before you did anything else." Time for a change of subject.
"What's for dinner?"
"Always hungry, aren't you? My bottomless pit," Mom replied with a grin. Apparently she found it funny that food often disappeared when I was present and she wasn't looking.
"Well, I am a growing boy, aren't I?" I replied.
"Yes, you are," Dad chipped in. "Supper is leftovers tonight." Not that that means much. A little spaghetti, some pork chops, a little roast beef, some chicken. Just enough food to feed the three of us. Added to the mix were corn and baked potatoes for those who either didn't take the spaghetti or need more than the spaghetti.
Dinner talk managed to avoid returning to the topic of what had been going on outside before I had come in the door. Politics (whether Reagan could get his tax cuts past a stubborn Congress), Dad's job (what his boss did or didn't like about his boss), my day at school (how we were expected to know past tense of the German word for "to expect") or mom's complaints about food prices at the grocery store all were topics at the table. After dinner, I helped with the dishes before heading up to do some homework.
My mind was somewhat pre-occupied for doing what homework I had. It kept on drifting back to the scene in Kelly's car. Did he really mean what he said? The kiss we shared would seem to indicate that he did. My problem was that I was confused about how far I wanted to go with him. To put it bluntly, I was scared. This was the first time I had told anybody how I felt. I hadn't been kidding when I told him that I didn't want a relationship based on pity. I wanted to be loved for myself, not for what my outward appearance made me out to be. Damn, damn, damn. Why did this have to be so hard?
Here was a young, good-looking guy who was practically throwing himself at me. And I was questioning his motives? He had come to me with a problem, a problem he didn't know that I shared. He was willing to take me regardless of any physical limitations that I possessed. What had been, and in reality still was, his problem was also mine. We were two gay teenagers in a society that wasn't very tolerant of those like us. That we had found one another was somewhat remarkable when I thought about it.
Maybe it was fate. I grinned at the thought. Well, if I looked at it as fate, who was I to challenge it. Tomorrow, after practice, we'd talk some more. I think this time I should make the first move. Maybe a peck on the cheek. And afterwards, let nature take its course.
I glanced at the clock on my desk; 10 o'clock it said. Cheez, time flies! I took a quick look at my homework; it was done. It looks OK, but I'll check it before school tomorrow just to be sure. I yawned. I guess it's time for bed. I stripped down to my boxers and slipped under the covers. I was asleep before I knew it. I dreamed that night; dreams about Kelly.
Well, that's it for Part 2. Part 3 will be out as soon as I can get it out. If you're looking for sex, don't worry, it's cuming. Comments or constructive criticism welcome, flames ignored. Email me at tjw6195@aol.com.
Thanks, Tim