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Out of a Dream
by:
James Clark
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Chapter 5- Out a Little Bit
I kiss him over and over, and finally say "Duh, stupid-face". We keep on kissing. Suddenly, the kisses get hotter, more hungry. I start to grope on him. I find out that he is really well endowed. His and my dicks are both rock-hard. I feel his hands fumbling at my belt-buckle, and my breathing gets faster. Then, my damn brain catches up and ruins everything.
I pull off and, still breathing hard, I realize what we're doing, and that I'm not ready for it yet. I love this guy way too much to do this now. It feels so cheap. I mean, we're about to fuck on his couch in the middle of the day, when we're really supposed to be in school, not to mention we're both high as a kite. What am I going to tell my mom if she finds out that we were skipping? "Well, mom, I was fucking Wyatt at his house right after we both got high". I decided I could not do this right now.
"Whoa, boy. I'm not ready for this now. It's too soon, too fast. I'm sorry", I said.
Wyatt's expression turns tender, and his lust filled eyes drain, and the lust is replaced with understanding. He just nods and takes his hands off my belt. Then, he kisses me, and embraces me. His hugs feel so great, as if he gives off a special kind of warmth that radiates through me. I don't want to let go of him, but I eventually do so that we can look at each other eye-to-eye.
"It's completely allright, I'm not sure I wanna do it yet, either. I want it to be perfect for both of us. That isn't the way I want it to happen", he says. Funny how he says exactly what I think, huh? I love him so much.
"Thanks, Wyatt", I say. I lean into his chest; he's taller than me, so we sort of fit like that. He grabs the remote and we sit like that for a while, snuggled on his couch watching TV. It feels so right, just to be with him. The only word that comes to mind is... sublime (which, by the way, is the name of one of my favorite bands!). It describes the situation perfectly. Aloof from the world around us, almost noble insofar as to our love for one another. That might not make sense to anyone else in the entire world, but it makes completely perfect sense to me. Perpetual ecstacy... bliss... true love. A myriad of phrases and words swim through the oceanic dream of my mind. Embellished, I know, but that sentence describes how I felt. One day all you others might understand, if not, oh well for you.
"James, what do you want to do about our relationship? I mean, do you want to tell anyone, or keep it secret? I'm not scared of anything anyone at school could do, and my dad can go shove it up his ass. He'll never be able to stop me from loving you. I sort of want everyone at school to know 'cause I don't want to have to hide us. But, I want them to accept us. I don't want to have to wade through gay bashing every single day for another two years," Wyatt says, his face enforcing his serious tone.
"If you want to come out at school, then its cool with me. I don't have anything to lose, really. I just don't want to tell my family. I think we should only tell our close friends and see how they take it, and go from there. I want to tell Heather, and that's about it. What about you?".
"That's a great idea! I want to tell Nick, and I'm sure he'll understand. He's been my best friend for like, forever. So, that's what you wanna do, then?", Wyatt says.
"Yeah, we can tell them after school tomorrow. I think we should tell them together. It'll probably be easier for us that way", I say.
"Ok, we'll tell them to meet us at the park tomorrow", he says.
"In the meantime, I need to get home before my mom does. I'll see you tomorrow, baby". We kiss for a minute or two, and manage to break away before it gets too heavy to stop. I walk out and get into my car. On the drive home, I think about what happened, all so quick. It's crazy to even think about, so I quit trying.
I got home right before my mom, and walked inside and went straight to my room. I laid on the bed, emotionally exhausted, but in a good way. That night I fell asleep at seven o'clock, and slept all night.
The next day, I woke up and got a shower and got dressed. I couldn't wait for school, isn't that ironic? I jump in my car and I'm actually ten minutes early. I go through band, algebra, and world history before I FINALLY get to health to see Wyatt. I walk into the class to see Wyatt and Nick talking. Evidently, he's telling him to meet us after school. I know because Wyatt gives me a really cheesy thumbs-up.
I told Heather to meet us earlier while I was in second block. I go to my seat beside Wyatt and smile. I just can't help smiling around him. He makes me do it.
"I told Heather to meet us", I say.
"I just told Nick, but he's gonna meet us about thirty minutes after school, cuz he has something to do first", Wyatt says. I want to kiss him so bad,but know I can't at school. School sucks ass.
We wait out the rest of the day, extremely anxiously, might I add. At last, the bell to go home rings. I meet Wyatt at the front of the campus and we cross the street to the park. Heather is waiting for us by the field house, smoking a cigarette. Heather is my best friend. She is fucking awesome.
"What's up, James? How you doin', Wyatt?", she says as she throws down the cigarette and smiles. She still had amazingly white teeth, even though she smokes.
I look at Wyatt, the look itself saying "Are you sure?". Wyatt nods at me.
I grab his hand and squeeze tight.
"Heather, we have to tell you something. We're gay, and we're a couple", I said, and squinched my eyes shut. As I open my eyes, Heather is calmly taking out another cigarette from the pack in her purse.
"Aren't you going to say anything?", I finally ask. Heather is lighting up her cigarette. She is a Newport smoker, the harshest menthol known to man.
"I kinda figured you were. I just didn't know you and Wyatt were a couple.
It doesn't really surprise me, I know you well enough to have found out by now. You underestimate me", she says with a sly grin. Now you know why I love her.
We sit around for a while, me, Wyatt, and Heather all hanging out. I kiss Wyatt squarely on the lips, and immediately hear a deep-voiced "What the fuck?!" behind us. I turn around and......
Muah ha ha! You must read the next chapter to find out what happens! Have fun, be safe, and e-mail me with comments and/or suggestions at niftywriterjc@hotmail.com!