Practice was horrible! I couldn't get my mind on the game. My thoughts were flooded with images of Kyle and John together. There's no way John was tutoring Kyle. So what were they doing? John knew I was going on a date with Kyle, maybe John was going to try to sabotage me. Maybe John felt the same spark of uncertainty with Kyle that I felt. I pictured John confessing his love to Kyle and the two of them getting down and dirty in John's car. I couldn't handle losing both of them at once, and to each other, no less. I couldn't do it. I was already nervous, and now I was paranoid as well. I was going crazy as I thought about the possibilities. What if Kyle came back and he didn't want to go on a date with me? What if it was a pity date? I hate John! Well, not really, but sort of. I hate him for never wanting me, and now interfering when I am finally interested in someone else. How could Kyle want me when someone as perfect as John was hanging around? I tried to rationalize that it was possible. Look at me, I was madly in love with John yesterday, and now I was a little less in love with him today, and a little more in love with Kyle. Okay, I knew I wasn't in love with Kyle yet, but I felt like I could be one day, like the lust and concern I felt for him were the beginning of something good.
I was relieved when practice ended. I went to the locker room and showered. I took my time in the shower because I wanted to be extra fresh for Kyle. Most of the other players were gone by the time I came out, so I took my time putting on my clothes. My hands were shaking with anticipation as I pulled up my pants. I was always confident, but here I was, an insecure mess. After I was dressed, I looked in the mirror and tried to focus my energy on being strong. I asked myself, "What is he doing to you?" I was a complete wreck, but I needed to pretend to be okay.
I went in to the lobby and no one was there. I panicked that Kyle was standing me up. I waited inside for about 5 minutes. At 5:30, I walked out, defeated. I looked around the parking lot and spotted John's car. I was nervous as I walked over to peak inside. My heart was instantly lifted when I saw the two of them huddled over a math book in the front seat. They were studying! I knocked on the window on the passenger side and startled both of them. Kyle looked up at me and a big, bright smile appeared on his face. He was happy to see me! I tried not to blush as Kyle pushed the button to let down his window. "Are you guys almost done?"
John said, "Yes, we're finished for now." He closed the math book. "So where are you taking him?"
My apprehension about John's intentions returned, but I forced myself to smile at him as I told him, "I was thinking some place simple, like Jimmy's."
"Our diner? I mean the diner where we all hang out?
"Yes. I thought it was perfect for a first, um, you know, date." I watched as Kyle blushed. I wished I could be inside that head of his so I could see what he was thinking. I reached in and placed my hand on Kyle's shoulder. "So, are you ready?"
"Sure." His response was a little less enthusiastic than I was expecting, but I knew he must have had the same butterflies in his stomach that I had. For a second I thought it might be easier on me because I was gay before today, but then I realized that Kyle must have been gay before today, too. The only difference was everyone at school knew about me and only a few people knew about him. I wondered if this was Kyle's first date. I made a mental note to ask him about it.
Kyle packed up his bag and got out of the car. We both said goodbye to John and walked to my car. I wasn't sure what to do about etiquette. I unlocked the passenger's side and opened the door for him. He said, "Thank you," and climbed in. I held his door for a moment while I gathered myself, then I closed the door for him and walked around to my side. To my surprise, he leaned across the front seat, and opened my door for me. I didn't know what to say. I sat down, shut the door and turned to face him. I smiled at him. I put on my seatbelt and started the car. Reluctantly, I turned my attention to the road. It was only about a ten minute drive to the diner. Kyle remained silent for the entire ride.
I parked at Jimmy's and turned to Kyle. "Well, we're here." I felt dumb for saying that. Obviously we were there.
But Kyle, just smiled and said, "Yep." He took a deep breathe before he reached for the handle. We walked to the door of the diner, and I opened the door for him. Somehow I thought I had to be a gentleman with him. We got a booth towards the back of the restaurant. There were lots of people from our school there and one young couple with their child. The waitress came over almost as soon as we sat down. Food was the last thing on my mind, but I ordered a burger, some fries and a large Coke anyway.
We were sitting there, talking about little things, like the people we recognized from school and how we knew them. The waitress dropped off our drinks and walked to another table. After 5 minutes of meaningless banter, I was finally ready to take the plunge in to personal issues, so I asked him, "When did you know?"
"When did I know what?"
"That you were gay."
"Who said I was gay?" I felt panic sink in and I regretted asking the question. I didn't know what to say. I just looked at him. He had said it with a straight face. I forgot to breathe for a second. Then, a smile returned to his face. "Relax, I was just messing with you. I can't remember a time when I didn't know. I was confused about what to call it for a long time, but I always knew I liked boys." His smile got even wider when he said the last line. It was like his smile was winking at me.
"Have you gone out on a date with a guy before?"
"Haha. No."
"Me neither."
"I know."
"How did you know?"
"John told me."
"Oh." The conversation fell silent for a few minutes. The waitress came and gave us our food. I didn't know what to talk about with him. I fell in to our comfort zone and started talking about sports. We talked about the hockey team, the football team, the potential of the basketball team and the little we knew about the soccer team. Soon, the food was gone and so was my nervousness. I was completely at ease around him.
I paid for dinner and he left a tip. We got to my car and followed the same routine as before. Once we were inside, I asked him if he wanted to come back to my house. I knew my parents weren't home. They rarely were since they found out about me. Kyle said sure and we were on our way.
We arrived at my big empty house and went in. Kyle seemed impressed. If only he knew. I gave him a tour that ended in my bedroom suite. "Wow!" he exclaimed as we walked in to my room. My room was huge. It was like my own studio apartment. I had my own bathroom, a sitting room and a regular bedroom. "This is all your bedroom!" Kyle's mouth was wide open.
"Yes."
"Wow!"
"You already said that." He smiled at me again with a dumb look in his eyes. "You want a beer?"
"Um. Sure." I walked over to my small refrigerator, next to my computer desk, and took out two beers. I handed him a bottle.
"You want to watch t.v., or a movie or play a video game or something?"
"T.v."
"Okay, which one?"
"Huh?"
"Which television? I have more than one." I watched as Kyle looked around the room. He spotted the plasma on the wall. He walked back in to my sitting room. I think he did it more to check out the big screen we passed on the way to my real bedroom, than to actually see if there was a television. He walked back in and smiled at me. "There's one more." He looked around my bedroom. "It's not in here." I nodded to the bathroom.
"No way!" He practically ran in to my bathroom. "Oh my God!" I had to smile. I knew he had spotted the television hanging in the corner of the room so it could be seen from the sink, the toilet, the bathtub and the shower. I wondered if I should tell him that there were built in speakers in the shower. He came back in to my bedroom. "And I thought John was rich!"
"Well"
"Is this supposed to be a secret? Is that why you don't dress like you have money? Or why you drive that old car?"
"It's not a secret. All my friends know. I just don't think it's necessary to talk about it, because I don't want people to like me just for what I have, I want them to like me for who I am."
"That's cool." He took a swallow of his beer and I noticed that it was almost gone.
"You want another one?"
He pressed the bottle to his lips and tilted his head back, emptying the bottle. "Sure." I got him another beer.
"So which television?"
He looked over at the one on the wall. "I think that one will be fine." He walked to the side of my bed, kicked off his shoes, and sat down with his back resting against the headboard. I admit that I froze for a minute. He patted the spot next to him and I walked to the bed, kicked off my shoes and sat down. I was afraid to sit too close to him, so I was almost hanging off the side of my bed. I wondered where my remote was. I finally spotted it on the nightstand on Kyle's side of the bed. Of course it would be there!
I said, "Excuse me." I reached over him and grabbed the remote. I tried to do it as quickly as possible. I asked him what he wanted to watch and he said it didn't matter, so I went to HBO on Demand and picked a horror movie that I had been meaning to watch. I took a sip of my beer and I realized that I was nursing the beer. Usually, I was the first person to finish. I knew I was trying to protect myself. I was scared of being drunk in the same room as someone who wanted me. The idea of getting drunk on a school night never even crossed my mind because I had done it plenty of times before. I often found solace in alcohol. The realization that I didn't know what I might do is what scared me. The thought of losing my virginity in a drunken haze made me put the beer down and just watch the movie.
About halfway through the movie I felt like Kyle was staring at me. I turned to look at him and I was greeted by his beautiful eyes. At some point during the movie, he sat the beer on the nightstand and slid down some on the bed. He was turned on his side and all his attention was focused on me. He had a really dreamy look in his eyes. I instantly thought that he was a lightweight. There was no way two beers should have made him tipsy, but his eyes had that look in them. He started scooting towards me. I was paralyzed. He stopped a few inches from my face. "Is it okay if I kiss you?"
I wanted to shout my yes from the rooftops, but all I could do was nod my head. His lips began to close the gap and soon his lips were planted gently against mine. I closed my eyes. I felt his lips part and his tongue push on my lips, requesting permission to enter. I opened my mouth and lost control the second I felt his tongue playing with mine. I pulled him on top of me as our kiss became more passionate and desperate. I had flashes of seeing his half naked body in the locker room. My mind was racing almost as quickly as my heart and my hands. I started pulling at his shirt. I didn't want him naked; I just wanted to feel part of him against me. He pulled back from the kiss in order to remove his shirt and I missed his lips immediately. I thought he would resume the kiss, but he surprised me by kissing my neck. His lips tickled a little at first as the air coming from his nose lightly danced on my neck. He started sucking on this one spot on my neck and I gasped. One of his hands was touching me. He moved to the side a little, so his hand could have better access to my body. His hand went under my shirt and rubbed my stomach. I was unprepared for the warmth that came from his hand. He stopped sucking on my neck and leaned up to my ear. In the sexiest voice I have ever heard, he whispered, "Take your shirt off."
He didn't have to ask me twice! He straddled me and helped me take off the shirt. I could feel his hard dick resting on top of mine. I wanted him bad, real bad. He leaned down and initiated another passionate kiss. I rolled him over and I got on top of him. I couldn't stop trying to hump him through our clothes. The sensations going through my body were so much better than anything I had ever done to myself. I think it was the mental aspect of it, but whatever it was, I was really turned on. He finally took control again and rolled us back over. I loved the feel of his naked chest as it pressed against my body and his sweaty back as I rubbed my hands up and down it. I especially loved the feel of his hard dick jabbing at me through his pants. I wanted to see it and feel it, but I knew I wasn't ready for that step yet. Our passion was ended by the sound of something ringing. Kyle broke the kiss and said, "Oh shit!" He reached over on the nightstand and grabbed his cell. I wondered when he sat it there. He talked to someone for a few minutes and I heard him say something about being on his way home and just stopping to hang out for a few minutes. When the conversation was over, he turned to me and said, "I have to go."
"I figured as much." We both just sat there for a few seconds, looking at each other. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing I was thinking.
We put back on our shirts and shoes, he gathered his stuff and we hopped in to my car. We didn't say much, but we did exchange a few looks that made both of us blush. I knew we both needed time to think so I let the silence stand alone. When we reached his house I parked in front and we both sat there. "I meant to ask you earlier. How did you remember where I lived? I mean you told John where it was and you just drove me straight here without asking for directions."
That wasn't what I was expecting, but I answered anyway. "You live in a big canary yellow house on Chestnut, surrounded by white houses. Your house is hard to miss, and even harder to forget." I gave a small chuckle.
He laughed even harder before saying, "I don't know what the hell my parents are thinking with that color, but they love it." He let out a sigh when he finished laughing, and I sat still as silence returned to the car. The moment was awkward for me because I had no idea what to do. "Well, I better get inside." He began to lean in towards me. Like a thief in the night, he planted a quick kiss on my lips. He was so fast that I wouldn't have even known he kissed me if I wasn't looking at him. He got out of the car, and just when I thought he was about to close the door, he stuck his head back in and asked, "See you tomorrow?"
I showed him all my pearly whites as my mouth happily jumped in to smiley face mode. "Of course."
"Cool." With that, he closed the door and walked to his house. I watched as he unlocked the front door and went in.
I drove back to my empty house with the images from the night replaying in my head. I made out with another guy on my bed! It felt good, too. As I pulled in to the driveway at my house, I knew I would jack off to thoughts of Kyle tonight. I wondered if Kyle would be thinking about me too.
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