I never heard from Steve until Sunday. I figured I shouldn't call Saturday as I kept recalling him telling me to `hang on until Monday'. I still couldn't figure that one out, nor did I really want to. Breaking up with Kelly would have everyone talking as it is, anything else would send them all into cardiac arrest. Or at least provide them with a month long supply of gossip.
Even though I never paid attention to a lot of it, I knew there was gossip already. People knew that I hung around with Steve Thomson a little, I have even been asked "why?" a few times. Somehow I managed to avoid the details. It baffled them on the most part. He was a Senior, I was a Sophomore, he was on the hockey team, I was pretty much a nobody. It just didn't make sense.
"David!" My mother bellowed from the other side of my closed bedroom door. Damn, I slept in late again. "Yeah?" I attempted while shaking off the sluggish feeling that consumed me. "There's some guy on the phone, I don't know who it is..." She continued while I rubbed my eyes. Who could it be? "Thanks, I got it." I shouted back a little more awake this time.
I rolled over and grabbed the phone off the night stand, dropped it on the bed beside me and picked up the receiver in one quick movement. "H'lo!" I quickly stated. The person on the other end was silent until you could hear the extension on my end hang up. "Hey baby." The voice said in a seductive tone. It took me a few seconds to clue in and fully wake up. My eyes opened wider. "Steveley!" I chuckled. "I missed you." I continued while transforming my sleepy voice into a pouty one. He exhaled deeply into the receiver. "I miss you too lover... did you just wake up?" I detected a hint of laughter in his voice. "Yes! You woke me up." I teased while putting an emphasis on `you'. "It's 11:30 a.m.!" He laughed. "You big sleepy head." God, he sounded so cute. I wanted to devour him. "It's Sunday! Why are you so cheery and wide eyed?" I said while smirking to myself. "Oh god Dave, I am not cheery. Believe me." He sighed. "I just got back from church with my grandparents." I paused while thinking about his words. "Church? Wow, Steve, aren't you a good little boy." I said teasingly then lowered my voice. "Did you learn all about God's plan for our lives?" I couldn't resist. "Dave!" Steve protested. "That is not funny!" There was an indication of laughter in his voice. "I'm sorry Steve, I am just not big on church."
I had a problem with organized religion from the point I discovered I was gay. For two years after that there was a constant struggle within myself. I thought I was wrong, and had to change. When I finally realized that I was who I was, and came to terms with it, I stopped going to church, much to my father's surprise. Since then I learned to be at peace with myself, but continued on feeling biased when it came to matters of religion. I got hurt by it, for it attacked who I was. I never did forgive it.
"I know you're not." Steve stated quickly and soberly. "I'm not really a church person either- well, yeah, not really." "Oh you sound sooo convinced Steve!" I couldn't help but laugh. "Okay okay, this isn't pick on Steve day." He mused and finished off with a sigh.
I felt so hugged. It was like waking up beside him. The very first thing I did that day was talk to my boy, I loved him that much more for it.
"Anyway..." Steve continued. "What are you doing today?" He asked. "Well. Probably nothing. I mean, there isn't a heck of a lot to do." I mumbled. "Do you wanna do something?" I could detect that mischievous tone in his voice. The same one that stole my heart weeks ago. Damn he could play me like a piano if he wanted to. Thankfully I don't think he noticed that to much.
"Um, yeah sure..." I paused. "W-what do you have in mind?" There was a dead silence. It sounded like he was closing a door or something. "Steve?" "Yeah... umm... I just want to be alone with you. If you know what I mean." He told me so quietly I almost didn't hear him. "Steven Thomson. Are you saying what I think you're saying?" I really was shocked. "Yeah, I mean... if you want to." He was so cute. He was still apprehensive about things like this. I could barely control my enthusiasm. "Hell yes! Errr, I mean sure I do." I laughed. I guess he was still a little nervous, but after a moments silence he started laughing as well.
"So, where exactly are we going to... go?" I asked. "We can come back to my place if you want. Mom, Dad, and Jesse are going to Gram's for dinner. So we will have lots of time to be alone. Just the two of us." He stated happily. I voiced my pleasure with him by moaning seductively. "Save that for later." There was that Thomson mischievous tone again. It must have ran in the family.
"When do you want me to come pick you up?" Steve asked. "Right away. I am just going to shower, but I'll be done by the time you get here." "Cool. Um, would you want to stay the night and jus' go to school from my place in the morning?" His voice cracked. I paused in thought. More to make him sweat than to really think about it. "I'd like that." I could almost hear him exhale on the other end. "But what about the family?" "Oh, oh, it's ok. They know you might be spending the night. To them your just a friend." Ouch. I knew that was the way it had to be. That was just simple reality. However, it hurt to be JUST a friend. I brushed it off as quick as possible before Steve could detect anything. "So pack your overnight bag." He chuckled quietly. "I'll do that. See you soon then?" "This time, YOU can bet your life on it." If I would have seen his face, I swear he had winked.
As soon as I got off the phone I immediately hopped out of bed and began packing my Olympic gym bag with clothes for tomorrow. I thought this was great, my first all night stay with the man I loved. I had known him for a two months now, and we had sex twice. It was rather frustrating by times, but we knew very well that the time would come again. We were in love, that hormonally driven and innocent love that only comes when you are young. We walked into the fire unknowing what its flames would do to us, guilelessly feeding upon each other and the fire itself. The steps behind us we would never walk again, and the steps before us never treaded.
Steve arrived sooner than I expected. He obviously left as soon as we got off the phone. As the car pulled up I grabbed both my gym bag and book bag, making sure I had everything I needed.
"Ok, so I'll be home tomorrow off the bus!" I yelled to mom. "Oh.. well ok. Be careful!" She semi-shouted back as she entered the kitchen. She really didn't know Steve, nor anyone from Oromocto. All she had to go by was what I said. I understood her worried look. "Don't worry mom. I'll be a good boy." I smiled sincerely. I think that helped her. She did trust my judgment, I knew that much to be true. I grabbed my sunglasses, threw my book bag over my shoulder and made my way out the door.
On my way to the car Steve hit the trunk button for me to throw my bags in the back, then I jumped in the passenger side. "Hey sexy!" I stated as I gazed over at him. "How sweet. You dressed up for me!" I giggled. He knew I was teasing. "Sure did. I also thought we could go church hopping." He attempted his most sober look. I couldn't help but laugh forcefully. "You wouldn't dare!" "Nahh, I wouldn't dare. I'd rather spend the time with you." I think I melted inside. I just smiled at him and turned up the radio.
That was one of the major differences between Steve and I. He spent most of his impressionable years not paying attention to his sexuality, something that I may have even envied him about. I pretty much knew all my life that I was different, that I was gay. Whereas it took Steve 18 years to figure out he liked men. I found this rather confusing to think about. I knew it was a damn good argument who expressed their belief that sexuality is a choice... but I knew different. Sexuality was... is very much a feeling. You can't stop what turns you on. It's a major part of you that defines your existence.
"Whatcha thinking about?" He asked through the sounds of the radio. I reached over and turned it down a little. "Not much. Just me... you... life... us..." I smiled and looked him in the eyes on one of his glances from the highway. The expression on Steve's face told everything. The truth in the raw. He melted by the sincerity of my words. He was overtaken. It felt great. "Dave- sometimes you make me want to just come out and express to everyone that my eyes can see that I love you so much, and that you make me happy and full of love for life". I couldn't help it, my eyes watered. "Oh Steve." I sighed. "That has got to be the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me." He just smiled in his classic fashion and reached over and rubbed my leg as his eyes met the road again.
We pulled up to his house some twenty-five minutes later. I felt a little nervous as this would be the first time I have ever actually had to meet his parents face to face. What would I do? How would I react? Lying was not my forte. Nor was stretching the truth even. To pretend that Steve and I had a totally platonic relationship in front of them would be like trying to pretend that my C in English was really an A. It just wasn't possible. The fact remained that I knew their son in more intimate ways than they ever have.
"There's a football game tonight at the school's field. Do you want to go for a few minutes for something to do?" Steve asked me as I grabbed my bag out of the trunk. "Ahh... sure. Sounds nice. That way I get to show you off a little." After a pause and a pair of wide eyes he broke out into a laughter. "You are sooo way beyond rampant." He said to me as he was just about to slide both hands around my waist. I was just about to reciprocate when I heard the garage door opening. I jumped about a foot away from Steve and he spun around as if he had his skates on.
"Hey Mom" He managed normally as soon as the car window opened. "Hey sweetie. Dad and I are going over to Gram's for dinner. We shouldn't be too late." Just then she looked over to me and after a moments scan she smiled. "You must be David." I don't know how I did it, but I did it well. "Good afternoon Mrs. Thomson." I said politely and respectfully. Infallible. "Your mother raised a gentleman." She chuckled and looked back at Steve. "You two have fun now." She stated as the car continued to back out the driveway. With a wave from his father, whom I did not have to converse with yet, they were gone.
I exhaled deeply. "Tense." I stated as Steve looked over at me with a rather mischievous grin. "What?" I said innocently with a few blinks. "My little gentleman." He laughed. "Don't make fun of me!" I teased. "Perhaps I should have told your mother that her son had a body that made me wish I was a piece of his hockey gear?" I said soberly then winked. "Well I don't know about her- but dad probably would have went into cardiac arrest." He mused as he thumped me on the shoulder. He just smiled and turned to walk to the front door.
After running my bag up to his room, Steve came back downstairs and into the living room where he left me. I was sitting on the couch flipping through the stations. He had that look in his eyes. I had no idea what I was in for.
"I want you in every way possible." Before I could even think about a response he was on top of me. All over me. I was indeed being devoured. "Oh god Steve!" I yelled as he bit at my neck. I was well on my way to nirvana when a little shimmer of reality came over me. "Wait!" I managed in between breathes. "Where's Jesse?" "Not here-" He panted. It really wasn't the answer I was looking for, but I guess that is all he could fare at the time.
As he sucked at my neck and kissed and nibbled my lips, the intense heat grew hotter between our torso's. He was gently but assertively pressing his crotch into my left thigh as his hands explored my hair. I finally came out of shock and started to return his love by cupping his firm yet soft to the touch ass. "Right here?" I asked almost in a whisper. "Right here." He stated sincerely and ever so lovingly. It was in his touch. It was in the tone of his now very deep voice. But most of all, it was in his honest brown eyes. I knew I too had to partake of him right here- right now.
I slid down to the floor and asked him to sit up. When he did so, with an inquisitive look in his eyes, I started to slowly caress his thighs through the fabric of his black dress pants. He exhaled deeply and threw his head back, shutting his eyes. After a few seconds of this I proceeded by undoing his belt, unsnapping his pants and of course, unzipping them. My only guide was what I felt inside was right. As soon as I did this I leaned ahead to inhale the heat which emanated from his now semi-exposed body. My god he smelled so good. Musky, yet flowery. A man indeed. I tugged at his pants a little and he soon picked up his hips so that I could pull them down. All the way down to his knees actually. I again tugged at his hips, this time enticing him to slide ahead. Just a little.
There he was. To do with as I pleased. It was such an invigorating experience. A first indefinitely. I leaned forward again but this time pressed my lips against his dick through his underwear. He complied with an intense whimper. I slid my hands under his briefs through the leg holes and continued to rub and massage his thighs, hips, and whatever my hands could reach.
For some reason my feelings became so intense that I could not contain them. All at once my urges said that I had to have him now. With one quick tug I had his underwear down with his pants and engulfed his dick into my wanting mouth. Oh, it was so good. Hot, salty, smooth. I had reached the gateway to nirvana. One of the many gateways. I slid my mouth up and down his shaft in a pumping motion. I tongued the underside on my way down and sucked like a vacuum on my way up. Steve was everywhere but there once I started doing that. His moans, his cries, and his voice told me this much. He was so into the moment that his hands would wonder aimlessly from my back, to my head, to my shoulders... they were everywhere.
I wasn't finished. There was something else I was craving to do. I removed Steve's manhood from my mouth and looked him in the eyes. "Trust me." I stated. He just looked at me with no particular expression through his lust glazed eyes. I smiled and looked back to his body before me. I began to rub my hands up and down his legs, eventually resting them on the underside of his knees. From there I pushed up so that they would bend the further his legs moved towards his torso. I had him spread eagle in front of me. Now I had full view of his dick, his balls and his ass. Yes... his ass. I haven't done it before this, but it is something I have been desiring to do for oh so long. I smiled up at him again and lowered my face to that space between his balls and asshole. With a clear mind, or perhaps a mind that had virtually everything running through it at once, I began to lick at the smooth surface. "Oh god!" Steve moaned and thrusted forward. He was much more enthusiastic than I thought he would be.
I removed my hands from under his knees, knowing that he would now stay in that position. With my now free hands I explored every millimeter of his ass possible. It felt so good to touch. Now was the moment that I was waiting for. I slid my tongue down... down to the outer rim of his hole. With one quick movement I drilled it as deep as the tight orifice would allow me. "Oh MY God!" He yelled, then moaned, ending in a whimper" I continued my assault for a few seconds then looked up at him, into his beautiful eyes. "I never realized how amazing that felt" He gasped.
I just continued to stare into the windows of his soul. I let myself be consumed by them. I looked back down at his ass then back at him. I had no control over my thoughts. He looked down at my still clothed body then back to my eyes. Without a word, he nodded his head. I knew what he meant.
A slight wave of nervousness made its way through my body. It quickly subsided and gave way to anticipation, excitement, and of course exhilaration. I quickly unsnapped my pants and shed them and my underwear as fast as possible. I was well on my way to being the hardest I have ever been in my life. Steve too managed to kick off his clothes from around his ankles.
I thought for a brief moment then decided what I was going to do. I jumped up on the couch, took one look at Steve, smiled then straddled his face. He in turn ran his tongue up the underside of my shaft from the base to the tip, where he consumed the head and sucked. "Ohhhhh..." I managed in a very thick, low voice. After a few licks up and down, his saliva covered my dick from base to tip. We both knew what was next.
I shifted off the couch and back onto the floor. Steve picked his legs up again. It was indeed my independence day. I looked into his eyes and asked sincerely "Are you sure?" Without a word, just a nod, then closing his eyes and resting his head on the back of the couch I proceeded.
I lightly pressed the head of my cock against his hole where his saliva mixed with mine. I rubbed it in ever so gently until I felt him to be more relaxed. I looked back at his face, with his eyes still closed, then back to his ass then pushed a little more assertively. Before I knew it, the head was inside him. "Ohhhhhh. Ah-Ahhh." Was all that he could manage for a response. With his eyes tightly shut I felt his body slide ahead ever so slightly. He was into it. He had to be. With what I could gather to be enjoyment I pushed more until, slowly, my entire dick was inside him. Inside the man I loved oh so much. I was rather surprised when I felt his hands reach around me as far as they could and grabbed my ass. When I looked up at his face his eyes were open, but glazed over. The expression on his face was one that I had never seen from him before. It was lustful, wanting, innocent, and it had a slight hint of pain mixed with three parts pleasure. It enthralled me.
I was then taken by his words. "Fuck me." My jaw must have dropped. I was a little bit of everything at that moment. The animal that is a part of all mankind showed itself. Instinct overcame him. Before I could say anything he spoke again. "Fuck me Dave. Please." He panted. I needed no further invitation.
Steve allowed me to show my instincts then as well. I thrusted in and out of him like a dog in heat. With each thrust inward I felt the softness of his butt against my inner thighs, the area just above my dick. With each thrust out I felt the tight grip he had on the head of my cock. I was justified for once in my life. When I got into a rhythm and no longer needed the guidance of my fingers, I used my free hands to cup the cheeks of his ass on either side of my plunging member. Steve was fiercely jacking off with his right hand and was pinching his tits with his left. We were both well into the moment that we forgot we were on the living room couch.
My own self control betrayed me. I felt that tingle deep within my scrotum. It would soon be time. I looked into Steve's eyes and stated almost apologetically that I was going to cum soon. I didn't want it to end. "Do it inside me." He stated hoarsely through the heavy breathing being done through his mouth. "Cum inside you?" I was a little shocked. "Please... yes... I want you to cum inside me." I never argued. With that I started to pump in and out of him with force, causing him to moan heavily once again. Not even half a minute later I was about ready to peak. "Oh. Oh yes, Steve. Please. Oh yes. Steveley. God. Oh... ohhh!. With one last jolt of my body I began to shoot the physical form of my love deep inside of him. I moaned and whimpered like a wounded animal. My hands all over him, my mind and soul flirting with the interior of nirvana's gates.
With my eyes tightly shut and now coming off the peak of my orgasm I heard Steve cry out with one loud, sharp yelp. "Oh! Dave!" His voice faltered and it trembled greatly. There was power within it. "Yes..." I opened my eyes and watched as his dick shot off three or four shots of hot cum. I still was not thinking with my brain, and I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth, catching all the remaining jism left to come out.
It was thick. It had a rather odd taste. Sweet, yet bitter. Knowing that it was from Steve made it totally enjoyable though. He moaned long and steady as I sucked him dry.
Once I softened and pulled out of him, I dragged myself up onto the couch beside him where we both reveled in the after glow of the most beautiful event either of us have ever had. I kissed him gently on the lips and threw my arm across his chest.
It was now only shortly after five in the afternoon so we both agreed that we would stretch out on his bed for a few minutes. Steve even set his alarm just in case we did over sleep, and end up having someone else wake us up. No excuse would be good enough for that.
I laid on his bed back in my underwear when Steve came in with a giant down filled comforter, threw it over me and got in beside me wrapping his right left around my waist. "I love you". "I love you too Steve."
We drifted off into a beautiful rest...
I woke up to the sound of the annoying digital horn noise beckoning for us to rise from our slumber. It startled me so much that I convulsed and tensed up. I heard Steve let out a sigh and felt his body shift in the darkness to shut off the noise emanating from the black box on the night stand.
He rolled back over and rested his chest on my side. "Are you ok?" He asked me as played with my earlobe between his thumb and index finger. "Yeah. I- I guess I just had a weird dream." I stated then paused. "What time is it?" "7:30" He said. "We should really get up. Everyone should be home shortly, and I thought we would leave before then." "Yeah. Sure." I said slowly as I rolled off the bed, still feeling rather tired.
After we both freshened up a little, we put on our jackets and walked outside. We both decided it was nice enough to walk rather than take the car. It really was a beautiful November night. The sky was so clear. You could see the constellation Orion directly above us. When we exhaled, the air made itself visible as it froze in the chilled atmosphere.
Steve's street was dark tonight. Almost eerie. It was like civilization had up and moved in one afternoon. There were a few houses with the outside lights on, but most were dark inside and out. While I was contemplating this, Steve's warm hand grabbed mine.
"You know what I really miss about not being able to love you everywhere?" He asked out of the blue. I smiled slightly. "What's that?" "It's silly really... but I miss not being able to write your name on my books... you know. The `Steve Loves David' stuff." He chuckled. "I told you it was stupid." "No!" I shot back. "That's not stupid. Not at all. In fact, it makes me feel all warm inside." I smiled at him as he looked deeply into my eyes.
His eyes glimmered in the light of the street light we passed. He stopped to look at me. "God, David. You know I love you so much." His voice trembled. "That is something I would never want to change. I just don't understand why it hurts to love you so much." He was squeezing my hand tightly. I knew exactly what he meant. I moved forward and rested my head on his chest, looking at the ground. A single tear fell from my eye and landed on the sidewalk beneath us.
The world mattered not at that moment. How could anyone or any `one' even think of persecuting what we had. We had love. You can't change love. It just happens. Not by choice. Yet in the very same statement our love for each other mourned the limits that we had placed upon it to keep it secret. The only thing that kept us locked up in our own world was the facts of our very lives. We did not live in a large center where we could lose ourselves, we were young and financially dependent on our parents, we were stuck. It wouldn't last forever but for the time being our survival depended upon it.
"Steve." I looked up into his wet eyes. "I love you more than I love life itself. You got to believe me when I say that everything will be all right. It will. Just believe in that. In the end..." I continued. "Everything will be as it is supposed to be." I rubbed and patted his back with both my hands. He sobbed a little on my shoulder in the still of that cold November night.
It wasn't long before we reached the school and the football field. There was actually a substantial amount of people there. The majority were cheering for the Pinks. We took to the bleachers and found a corner at the top which seemed to be free of people. It was actually a very beautiful night. Poetic in my mind. Somewhat somber yes, but we must remember the beauty there is in all emotions. Life is beautiful and miraculous- therefore everything has its degree of beauty. I've always been a lover of life. No matter how rough it got.
Once we settled in and watched a few minutes of the game, Steve slid his left arm around my back and rested it there. I looked over at him with a smirk on my face. "Sneaky." I laughed. "No one will notice a thing." He responded with a grin. I couldn't get enough of his amazing brown eyes. The bright lights that shone upon the field made them glow like they had some sort of lighting mechanism within. "You're so beautiful." I stated. Surprise overcame him and he started to laugh. "I don't think you have ever called me beautiful before!" I shrugged. "First time for everything." He continued to laugh as he shook his head in disbelief. "You're so goofy. I love it!" I leaned in to whisper something in his ear. "I may be goofy, but you are a really- REALLY good fuck." I smiled coyly. I don't think I had ever heard him laugh so hard since I first laid eyes upon him. "Naughty boy!" He mused. "You really get off by these secret, yet public forms of affection don't you?!" "You better believe it lover." I winked and focused my attention back on the game.
We stayed for no more than an hour. It was clear that the Pinks were amazingly going to win this one. Both of us were very pleased as the football team sucked majorly so far this year. We were almost back to the road which we came when someone called from behind.
"Steve!" He yelled. "Oh shit! It's Frank." Steve exclaimed. When I turned around I finally realized which Frank it was. "Fuck. He has Erin with him as well." Frank was a team mate of Steve's on the hockey team. Erin was the hockey bitch that I argued with practically every English class. "Guards up." I mused nervously.
"Hey!" Franked gasped from the run over. Erin several feet behind him. "Can I get a lift to hockey practice with you tomorrow night?" He asked Steve, glancing at me only once. "Yeah. Sure." Steve responded rather dryly and was about to turn around and continue walking. "I heard you broke up with Kelly." Frank continued. My eyes almost popped out of my head. "What?" I said rather loudly. Steve looked at me wanting to say something, but couldn't find the right words. He looked over to Frank and Erin who was now standing beside him, both looking very curiously and expectantly at Steve. "Yes. I did." He said simply enough. "Why?" Erin spoke up in her well practiced bitchy tone. Steve remained silent for a few seconds then looked at Frank, then to Erin. "It's not really any of your business but if you must know." He paused and looked at me then back to Erin. I thought that was it. He fell off the edge. "We never really were right for each other." He finished. I gasped audibly. Erin just looked at him like she was a little disgusted and simply responded "Oh."
Steve told them that we had to go, and we all went our respective ways.
Once we were a safe distance from them I spoke up. "So... you already broke up with Kelly?" He looked at me apologetically. "I'm sorry." He sighed. "I was going to tell you tomorrow at school." I thought about that. "Oh, so I guess that was what the whole just wait until Monday thing was all about then?" I smirked. "Yeah... that's right." "Well thank god. I thought it was going to be a lot more serious." I said with a chuckle. "You thought I was going to blow our cover back there didn't you?" I finally clued in to what he had asked, then it all came rushing back. "YES! You scared the hell out of me." I started to laugh helplessly. "I knew I did, just by the look on your face." He grinned and hugged me in tight to his body, half dragging me as he continued to walk. "Ack! Steve!" I protested but he just kept walking. We played like this all the way back to his place.
When we approached the house we could see the faint glimmer of a television through the living room window. "I think your parents are back." I stated. "Or Jesse is back." He added. "I don't think he will recognize you as the person under me in bed that morning." He winked. I couldn't help but laugh. "Lets hope so any way."
Steve opened the front door and motioned for me to go in first. "I see someone else's mother raised a gentleman too." I mused one last time. Since it was too late for Steve to comment as we had entered the house he grabbed my ass rather roughly. I was not expecting this and let out a rather loud yelp.
"Steve? Is that you?" A younger image of Steve appeared from the kitchen. It was obvious that Steve found my little squeal rather hilarious as he was bent over laughing. Jesse just stood there trying to figure out what just happened. Through his laughter, Steve introduced me to Jesse. "I'll be right back." Steve stated just before he ran up the stairs, leaving me with Jesse.
"Hey" I said with a small smile. "I'm Dave." "Jesse." He responded shortly while looking me over. He stopped and stared at my the floor just in front of me for quite some time. He looked as if he were pondering something heavy. After about half a minute or so I felt a little uncomfortable and asked him what was wrong. What he said hit me like a ton of bricks. "Nice shoes."