"Connections"
I followed Robert as we walked the hall to the locker room. He was being very quiet and looked as if he was trying to figure something out.
"Why are you so quiet?"
"Sorry guy. Michelle asked me something today and I've just been thinking about an answer for her." "Can I ask you something Brent?" Robert had a very serious look on his face and I was afraid that Michelle might have asked him something about me that he couldn't come to terms with. She had given me a strange look at lunch that hadn't set well with me.
"Sure, you know you can ask me anything. What is it?"
"Well, Michelle and I just started dating last year and she's a real great girl. We have a kind of understanding between us about how far we want to go with any relationship right now, or at least I thought we did. Michelle wants to go to the lake this weekend, so I suggested that we invite a bunch of the gang and have a "We survived the first week of school" party and maybe camp out there."
"Wow, that's an awesome idea. And YOU thought of this?" I looked over at him with a big grin. Robert was never the one to come up with ideas about where to go or what to do. It wasn't that he wasn't the leader type; he just never seemed to be able to plan anything.
Blushing slightly, Robert said, "Yeah. Kind of strange huh? But, I have an ulterior motive and that's what I wanted to ask you." Boy, now this was getting serious. He looked like he didn't know what to say next. "Michelle wants just her and I to go. She wants to spend the weekend alone at the lake."
"And? That sounds like a good idea too. Maybe you will get lucky and get SOME!" I said as I jabbed him in his side. The inside of my stomach was doing flip-flops. God, don't let him ask me for advise about having sex with a girl. "Just be sure to bring lots of condoms. You might be having a blast, but having a little Robert or Michelle coming along in 9 months might be more than you want to handle." There, I gave the smallest amount of advice I could offer and hoped that we'd get past this moment. Why did he need so much prompting?
Robert grabbed my arm and steered me down a side hallway. "HEY! Where are we going? I have to be in the locker room on time or it's my ass. You remember what Coach Koch said this morning."
"We'll get there on time," said Robert as he came to a stop a quarter way down the hall. "Brent ... I've never had sex with a girl, " he was fidgeting, "I'm a virgin, unless you count endless hours of jerking off. The point is ... I don't feel sexually attracted to Michelle."
"What? She's your girlfriend guy. If your not attracted to her, why are you two dating?" Oh god! What is he trying to tell me? If he's about to come out to me here in the hall, what will I say? Maybe all those little incidents, the comments and the pecks on the cheek, were more than just his attempt at humor.
"I didn't say I wasn't attracted to her. Just not sexually. I know it sounds weird, and I'm only telling you this because you're my best friend. I just don't know how to tell her and if we're alone in a situation like the lake may create; I just can't handle it!" Now he was acting really nervous and was looking at me as if I could save him with some profound solution.
"Robert, I'll tell you what." Now I was getting nervous, "You go to practice and I'll go to tryouts. Afterwards, lets go to my house. My parents are still at work and maybe between the two of us, we can come up with a way for you to work through this." What was I doing? I didn't have any answers! What I'm doing is trying to get out of here to avoid having to deal with this and here Robert needs me more than he ever has, and I'm trying to escape.
"Brent, you're the best friend I could ever hope to have," Robert leaned forward and it looked as if he was about to kiss me. I stepped back. "What's wrong, I was just going give you a hug?"
"Sorry," blushing like a giddy girl again, I stepped forward and took him in my arms and hugged him. He laid his head sideways on my shoulder and returned the hug with a tight grip on my back. Here I was, standing in the hallway, in school, hugging the guy I had spent so many nights dreaming about. I tightened my hold on him and then I did something I never thought I'd ever have the courage to do when confronted with a moment like this, I broke off the hug and said, "Lets go, we'll discuss this at my house when practice is over."
With a bit of hesitation, he released me too saying, "Thanks Brent, I really needed that. Lets go." With that, he and I headed back down the hall and to the locker room. Robert walked a little ahead of me, leading the way, which was a good thing, because if he had looked at me, he wouldn't be able to miss the pronounced swelling in my crotch area. So much body contact, even if clothed, was too much for me to handle. This guy turned me on so much. I just hoped that by the time we made it to the locker room, I'd be composed. It just wouldn't go over well to arrive at tryouts with a hard on straining my jeans, accompanied by Robert.
Needless to say, I was more than occupied, at least mentally, with Robert than I was with football tryouts. Evidently Robert's constant prattling about me to the coach had him following my rise in middle school football more than he had let on this morning. When I got to the locker room and Robert headed off to the pool house, the coach introduced me to the team and told them that I was going to be playing in the second string quarterback position. He assigned me a locker and then started addressing the rest of the team. There was about 50 other guys in the locker room, all shapes and sizes, and from the looks of them, they all seemed to be older than I was. It seemed I stood out like a sore thumb. One of the guys, I later found out was Derek and was the current first-string quarterback, kept looking over at me as if sizing me up. I returned his looks and when our eyes met, he'd just continue to stare at me. I liked this. Guys who could look at each other and hold eye contact more than 10 seconds, usually boded well. I hoped this was the case, besides he was cute too.
We got through the tryouts in about an hour and a half. Coach introduced me to Derek, who went over the playbook the coach had given me. I met some of the other first string offense and defense players. They all seemed to accept me with only the normal questions. Out of the 50 in the locker room to start, only 40 made the first cut. Since Derek and I had only gone over plays, there was no need for me to shower. I told everyone bye and headed towards the pool house to see if Robert was through.
I walked in and went into the bleachers. The swim team was still in the pool and I saw Robert in the second lane. I heard a whistle, and water was being splashed and churned in the six lanes as the team did butterfly strokes to the yells and encouragements of the coach and other teammates. I noticed Steve was in the fourth lane. If he wasn't such an ass! They made it down the lane and were on the return lap back to the start. Robert was doing really well, if you judged by his position in the lanes to the others, but the coach seemed to think differently. He was yelling his bloody head off, "PICK IT UP! LONGER STROKES! SWIM LADIES, DON'T JUST FLOAT!" How the hell anyone could hear instructions when water was rushing in their ears and from the noise caused by the splashing water was beyond me, but the swimmers seemed to increase their speed and strokes. Robert finished first, then Steve, then the guy in lane five. "What the heck was THAT?" yelled the coach, "Hall your butts out of there and hit the showers. We're through for today." With a disgusted look towards his team, the coach turned and headed towards his office.
I watched as Robert swam to the ladder and stepped out of the pool. He was the perfect specimen of a swimmer. All the muscles in the right place for endurance and speed; slim-lined body to glide through the water with the least amount of resistance, creating the perfect package. But, that Speedo he had on. Now there was a perfect package. He looked over at the stands and saw me looking in his direction. He grabbed hold of his "package" with his left hand and waved at me with his right, shooting an evil grin my way. I looked in the stands, not having noticed anyone else when I had sat down and saw Michelle sitting two rows behind me to the left with Debbie. She was looking at me with a quizzical look on her face, while Debbie must have been boring a hole in my head from behind before I noticed them. Robert came up in the stands and stopped next to me. He had a towel around his shoulders, but water was still dripping from his soaked Speedo and legs.
"HEY! Watch it guy. Your going to get me soaked." I shivered, hoping he thought I was making an attempt to act cold when the water drops hit me. What I shivered about, was the electric shocks I got from having his pelvis only 6 inches from my face and seeing the bulge his cock and balls created, seeming only about 3 inches from me. He leaned down, "I'll go change and we can get going. I need to let Michelle know that I'm going to your house instead of the mall with her and Debbie." Then looking in Michelle's direction he continued, "I think Debbie is developing a crush on you Brent. Michelle tells me she grilled her about everything she knows concerning you." "Maybe I should tell Michelle about the "monster" so she can warn Debbie." Now he was looking at me as if I was going to give him a yea or nay to his very obvious attempt to make me blush. Blush I did, but shoved him in the direction of Michelle, "You better keep your fucking mouth shut or I'll tell Michelle about your bed wetting problem!" "What bed wetting problem," he asked with his eyebrows going up into his hairline. "You know," I said, "the one that mysteriously showed it's ugly head when you started spreading unfounded rumors about your best friend!" Snickering, Robert said, "Ah ... that one!" "Well, we can't let that secret out, so I guess your safe." "Wait here and I'll tell Michelle what's up, then we can jet."
I watched as Robert spoke with Michelle. I caught Michelle looking my way as Robert talked to her and again she gave me the look she had during lunch. What was she thinking? I looked at Debbie and she had a disappointed look on her face as she listened to Robert and Michelle. I guess she thought that Robert would convince me to come along to the mall with them. Robert came back down the bleachers towards me and I saw Michelle and Debbie get up to leave. Debbie saw me and waved, and I waved back at her. I may not be interested, but I can't be rude. Michelle on the other hand, didn't even fain to look in my direction and just continued out of the bleaches and through the exit.
As Robert approached me, I said, "Michelle didn't look to happy. She actually looked kind of pissed to me." "Oh she'll be all right. I just told her we had some serious guy stuff to talk about and that it was still to early, her having just met you, for us to have a sex orgy." "Funny though, she didn't think that was as funny as I did, Debbie thought so," he shrugged.
"You said WHAT!?" "Your not serious?" I yelled.
"What?" he acted all innocent.
"That sex orgy crap, that's what! She probably thinks I'm corrupting you or something." "No wonder she gave me that strange look while you were talking to her. Did you say something like that to her at lunch today?"
"At lunch? All I told her at lunch was to go ahead to her locker, that I needed to talk in private to you." "What else did you say?" I asked. "Nothing! What the hell is this all about Brent?" I told him about the strange look Michelle gave me at lunch today and that the look she gave me when he told her about not going to the mall with her, but home with me, was the same. "Oh, well I think she doesn't know when I'm serious or not. I did say something about how shy you get when you and I kiss each other goodbye where people can see us," he said "and it does too. I can make you blush without having to think hard on how." "SEE! There you go, your blushing again!" he said as he point to my face. Of course I was blushing. Here it was, I just got confirmation that Robert noticed when he'd make me blush and he somehow got a kick out of it. Few people I know wouldn't blush under the same circumstances.
"That's MY point Robert. You might be giving people the wrong impression. The comments you make sometimes and then other times, those little pecks on the cheek you give me."
"Fuck them! If they can't handle it, that's their problem. Besides, if I made comments and did those things in private, with just you, and someone saw it, then they could talk about it. Otherwise, they need to just shut the fuck up." Was he sounding just a bit more pissed than was necessary?
"Robert, it's just I don't want people bad mouthing you. Your really popular and you know how shit gets started in school. I'm sure high school is no different than middle school. A simple rumor could ruin you." I emphasized.
"Don't worry about it. I can deal with that kind of crap. Besides, you're so damn cute when you blush it gives me a warm feeling inside." He said giving me a lust filled stare.
Looking around the pool house, I said Robert "Um ... remember what you just said?"
"Sure I do, so what?"
"Well, we're like, A-L-O-N-E now." And I looked around the pool house. Robert looked around too, then leaned forward and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"So we are!" He stated and busted out laughing, as I once again blushed furiously.
"Lets go. I need to change and we need to get to your house. Remember you have to figure out what I'm going to tell Michelle about this weekend."
"I'll wait outside for you," I said.
"Bull-shit, it's still over 100 degrees out there. You can come and talk to me while I change, then we can take off."
"Naw, really, I need to get a few books from my locker, homework, so I'll meet you by your car, ok?" God get me out of here.
"Ok, I'll be 'bout 20 minutes. I need to rinse off before I change," he said as he scratched his crotch. "That chlorine makes my balls itch." And then turned and headed towards the changing room.
____________________ Thanks for all the support. So what do you think of chapter III. Please let me know what you think so far and send any comments to brent@cutey.com