The Courtship of George
Chapter 1
"She likes me for me, not because I look like Tyson Bedford with the charms of Robert Redford..."
That song, I never took the words to heart before. In the 1000 times I've heard them in this, the last summer of the millennium, I didn't realize how wonderfully happy that song is. It all started back in June. I had been home from school for well over a month and I had just gotten settled into a good routine of managing to live three lives completely separate from each other. My straight at-home life, my straight at-school life, and my gay life. I figured out a way to keep school friends, high school friends, and gay friends completely separate. The reason for this was that going out with high school friends was an excuse for my school friends and vice versa. Therefore, those two worlds could never collide for the fear that too many questions might arise and suspicion along with it.
This was a "gay" weekend, and the greatest weekend of my life. I was supposed to go to the movies with some friends, John, Kara, and Nick to be exact. But they all bailed on me, or me them, I forgot which one. Either way, everything worked out for the best. I went into the city (I know I should pick one, but might as well make this story accessible to no one as opposed to a small few) with three of my gay friends and being gay we went to a gay club. Now being from a relatively small area, anyone could probably link themselves to anyone else in the club through maybe two people, three at the most. And usually in my group of friends, between the eight of us, or however many there happen to be on a particular night, we can generally put a name to anyone in the building worth looking at. But that night was different...that night I met George.
My friend Mike dragged me to the club. It was my first time there in over a year, and I really wasn't looking forward to going back. It was at the same club that I saw the "love of my life" in the arms of someone else. I swear, that has to be the first time I'd ever heard of a fight in a gay club. But enough of that. I guess it wasn't such bad timing. I had just graduated college and had been offered a job in Boston, so I took it. Living in a real city was weird, but there was a good gay scene, and I managed to find myself a few boys to keep me company. But, one year later, I was transferred back home. And I guess that brings me to tonight. We got to the club and I was pleasantly surprised because I barely recognized anyone. But that also meant I didn't know anyone other than Mike and Jim.
So we're just sitting there, downing some jager and 151 shots to get warmed up a little, and I guess to celebrate my homecoming. Then, out of the corner of my eyes as I was reaching for my Bud after a shot of 151 I saw a group of about 10 guys walk in. Some of them were pretty hot and I immediately asked Mike who they were. He said he kinda knew a few of them and that in general they were nice guys, just kind of closed. So I just shrugged it off and went out on to the floor with my friends to heat the place up a bit.
"Brian, who is that guy??!?"
"Which guy?"
"The cute one over there with the beater, cargo pants, A&F hat, cargo pants..."
"Oh...that cute guy. I dunno actually, never seen him here before, ask Jared."
"Jared, who's that guy?"
"Which guy?"
"The cute one over there with the beater, cargo pants, A&F hat, cargo pants..."
"Hmm...I don't know, but he seems to be friends with Mike and Jim, I can probably find out his name for you if you want."
"That's ok, don't worry about it."
"Aight Dave, whatever."
Chapter 2 "It's not right, but it's okay, I'm gonna make it anyway..."
Ok, Whitney, time to get my groove on. I grabbed Jar and Bri and the rest of the gang and we headed out to the floor. And I'm dancing, trying to get into it, and there he was. And I almost stopped there in my tracks. He was with those two guys...Mike ad Jim I think? And from that I found out he was single because Jared said Mike and Jim were kind of dating, and well, it sure looked like they were.
God damn, I swear, never ever go out with a couple again. I definitely made that mental note to myself. Sure, they looked great together, but what the fuck was I supposed to do. The beer was getting to me so I excused myself to go to the bathroom. They didn't seem to notice or care, oh well. I guess it was time to do some cruising, but had to make sure I wasn't too obvious about it. I mean, not that I'm a slut, but it had been a while and I could have at least used someone to get freaky with.
I saw him leave the dance floor and made up some excuse about going to the bathroom. He was at the bar and I needed another beer. I was next to him but nervous about striking up the conversation. I mean, I'm a good looking guy, don't get me wrong. I'm 21 years old, 5'10" 160lbs, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a decent body I guess. I don't have a six pack or anything, but I got a nice stomach and decent pecs and just a little hair between the pecs and around my belly button. It looks good, I promise. My hair is kinda short, just a normal cut, short on top really short on the sides and back and blended in. I'm definitely good looking, but I still thought this guy, George, was unapproachable.
I should describe him for your viewing pleasure. I just hope my words can do him justice. He's 6'4" (gotta love tall boys), blond hair which I couldn't see under the hat, but he had some fine looking burns going down the side of his face. It looked like he weighed about 180-185, and you could see his pecs and six pack under the beater. He was just beautiful to look at, but, alas, unapproachable.
So, I'm at the bar and this cute kid that was part of that clique of cute boys gets up next to me. And he looks good...your typical Abercrombie boy probably, and a goofy grin that looked really good on him. I don't know what was going through his head, but it was pretty obvious that he wanted to talk to me. So, I thought I'd give him a thrill, I pretended to drop a quarter and reached down and brushed my shoulder up against his leg. I didn't say sorry or anything, but was kind of surprised that he played it so cool, I thought I'd end his misery and talk to him.
"Hey man, what's up?" "Oh hey. Not much." He blushed, that was so cute.
"God, no matter how often I come to these places I'm never going to get used to the drag queens." "hehehehe...yeah, I know what you mean."
That pointless conversation went on for a while and eventually we wandered over to the quiet room and talked and got to know each other. He seemed fascinated in everything I had to say. We did have a lot in common, I had graduated as a management major and he was ready to begin his senior year as a management major. I told him about work and Boston and my ex boyfriend and the fight that got me thrown out of here and how it happened in that very room. Dave made some cute joke about him watching his step. Then, almost on cue, Sam walked in. My ex. We said hello and talked a little, then he left.
"He's cute." "You think so? I guess he is, but he's a prick." "Oh." "Yeah...so, what's the deal with you, you single or anything." "Oh yeah, I was seeing a guy, but that didn't work out too much. Just kinda playing the field I guess." "Hmm..." Then I smiled and laughed a little. "What's that for?" Oh my God, I can't believe this GOD is talking to ME! "I need another beer. What do you want?" "Oh, I'll have a Killians." Hmm...this boy doesn't fool around, Killians sounded good too, so I got a couple. "George, you didn't have to do that." "Dude, its cool, you'll make it up to me by buying me dinner tomorrow night." Did I just hear what I think I heard??? "Sure, I think that could be arranged. Hope you don't mind McDonald's." "Never mind dude....(long pause, I think he was about to piss himself cause I broke our date)...I'll take you someplace nice. You just buy the next round."
George and I talked till 3, closing time...then it was time to. I had already found out he only lives like 20 minutes from me and he gave me his number and told me to call him sometime tomorrow and that he'd be home all day. Then he gave me a hug and we both kinda lingered a little longer then normal and he kissed me on the cheek and went off with his friends. I was in heaven. My friends were all jealous and I wouldn't shut up about George on the ride to my house. I definitely had to jerk off before bed.
Chapter 3
"I am the bull god..."
"Who was that boy you were with all night??" "His name's Dave." "He's friends with Jared right?" "Who?" "He's part of 'the group.'" "Oh, yeah, he is." "Ahhh...." "What the fuck is that supposed to mean Mike?" "Nothing, just funny." "Why?" "Cause they rarely let anyone in." "What?" "They rarely talk to anyone else." "Oh yeah, Dave was talking about that. He's only friends with a couple of them, the rest he doesn't like too much. He's too old for most of them, like most of them just graduated high school." "How old is he?" "21" "No, not what his ID says." "Fuck you man...haha...no, he really is 21. Goes to Georgetown actually. Management major." "That's surprising." "He's a sweet kid, kinda shy, and blush's a lot, but he's a really nice guy." "Get in his pants yet?" "No, that's for tonight." "Not wasting any time are you?" "Yeah, and you and Jim knew each other for like 2 hours before he was riding your bitch ass." "Ewww...whatever, it was 4 hours." "My bad."
Chapter 4 I like girls who wear Abercrombie and Fitch..
"Umm...hi, is George there." "Yeah, this is George." "Oh...um...hey, its Dave, I met ya at the Alley last night?" "Umm...shit man, I had a lot to drink, I didn't realize I gave my digits out to anyone." "Oh." "Just fuckin with ya man. I was waiting for you to call." "Oh...hehe...good." "So, you like Chinese?" "Yeah." "Good, cause I was about to order some, what do you want." "Chicken and broccoli works." "OK...why don't you stop at Blockbuster, pick up a movie, and we can have a quiet evening at home."
God, this guy knew the quickest way to my heart or in my pants. Either way I would be pretty happy with the final outcome. It isn't everyday an absolute stud, the boy that everyone wants, wants me, and I figured I'd go with the flow. I really liked him as a person, but he was still mostly a novelty. We had an incredible night, and as the night wore on, I found myself more and more happy to simply be with him. I rented Varsity Blues and by the end of the movie I was laying with my head on his thigh and he was stroking my hair gently. He looked even better with his hat off and his hair was kind of messed up and he had the dimples and damn this is a run on sentence.
"You are so cute you know that? Dave?"
He was sleeping. I wish I could have let him lie there forever, but my leg was well on its way to falling asleep and I had to get him up, so I tickled him. Hmm...his stomach was a little soft, but not too bad, a little belly can be kind of cute. Well, that woke the little angel. He really was a sweet kid. This boy I definitely wanted to get to know better. I don't think that this is a problem at all, I'm pretty sure he wants me too. But alas, it was time to cut the evening short. "Dave, wake up." "Huh? Oh shit. Sorry."
How the hell did I fall asleep. How long was I out for? Why does this guy smell like strawberries? And why am I letting myself fall in love with this boy?
"No, don't apologize, it was kinda cute...you didn't even wake up when I tickled you." "Oh...where did you try?" "Your stomach." "Oh...hehe...I'm not ticklish there at all." "That would probably explain things. Hey I hate to do this, but I think I gotta get to bed. But I really want to see you again...preferably soon."
Well, good news and bad news I guess. I can't believe this guy likes me. He likes me for me I guess, just like the song. And this guy, he has everything. I can't wait to see him again.
What is it about Dave that drives me crazy. Like at first I thought it was cute that he acted in awe of me, and I was bored. But now, its like, he's normal around me and he is such a funny guy. He keeps me laughing and is smart and the more I look at him the cuter he gets. I just want to take things slow with him. But thank God he fell asleep cause I was so hard when he was on my lap.
Chapter 4 Just for tonight, one night... "Say Goodbye," Dave Matthews
"George, thank you so much, that was the most incredible night I've ever experienced." "Yeah, it really was nice."
What is it about a beach at night? What is it about candles and the moonlight shining off of a beautiful guy's eyes? George's blue eyes were the most amazing things I have ever seen. I could not have been happier than I was as I was staring into his eyes. Sharing fraternity and sports and college stories and making our own. I fell in love that night. Fell in love with his smile, his laugh, his way of looking at things. There was a point when I couldn't take it any more.
"Dave, help me fold this blanket."
That was my cue. I jumped on him and pushed him on his back. All 6'4" of him. I kissed him for all I was worth and when he finally got his bearings he started to kiss me back. I tasted the champagne and strawberries in his mouth. We just kissed there on the beach and then we heard the laughter of a group of people walking our way, that kind of spoiled the moment. We broke apart slowly, and he looked at me with a dreamy look in his eyes...
"Let's go back to my house."
How do you say know to something like that. I was so hard on the ride home, it was the longest half hour of my life, I just wanted to hold him in my arms. I just wanted to feel him next to me.
"George."
"Yeah babe?"
"I know we've only known each other for less than two weeks, but I really like you a lot."
"Dude, Dave. I know I don't show it as much as you do, but, the truth is you're scaring me. Like, I want to be with you so bad in every way imaginable. I want you to come and live with me and have you wake up in my arms and watch you get up and pick your boxers out of your ass as you walk into the bathroom."
"But George..."
"Wait, lemme finish ok sweetie?"
"hehe...ok"
"Its scaring me because I love you. I really do. I don't think I'm in love with you yet, but I can definitely see it happening."
"I feel the same way."
God damn him. He has to be so sweet. That night George and I got our wish. We fell asleep in each other's arms.
Chapter 6 Let's talk about sex...
I woke up and was in heaven...if it wasn't for the huge piss I had to take my life would have been perfect. I heard the shower running and finally decided I couldn't wait any longer. The door was unlocked and the shower curtain was pulled and the radio was blaring, so he couldn't hear or see me...I was almost frozen with fear and anticipation. I didn't really know if I wanted to have sex with him or not. When I first saw him at the Alley I just looked at him as a piece of meat. He was just a beautiful face and a beautiful body...both of which I wanted to taste in every imaginable way. But there I stood. The object of my fantasies and desires was just a curtain pull away. Every piece of his beautiful body, which had really only existed in my dreams was within my grasp.
I couldn't take it any more. I decided within a matter of seconds that I could wait no more. Now the only decision I had to make was that I had to figure how I wanted to go about it. I finally decided on the obvious approach. I ripped off my boxers and thrust myself into the shower with him. As I reached to put my arms around his strong body I slipped and fell head first into his ass. In doing so he fell forward and cut above his eye on the faucet. Needless to say I was terribly embarrassed. He was a little out of it when I got him to his feet and I immediately felt self-conscience as I wrapped a towel around me even before I tended to his eye. He felt fine after a few seconds and then I apologized. I had to fight so hard to hold back the tears and then I felt his big strong arms wrap around my towel covered body. He took my chin in his hand and forced me to look in his eyes. I was so afraid to see him, and a tear fell down my face. He wiped it off my cheek and smiled. That was the moment I knew I was in love with George.
Ow, Jesus Christ. I could have strangled the kid when he knocked me over in the shower. But when I got a look at the hurt and pain on his face I knew I was in love. In love with this shy, somewhat dorky, but irresistibly wonderful person. I put a Band-Aid over my eye and then I got my first good look at this boy. What I saw was not terribly impressive. Scrawny arms, no definition in his chest, no pecs, but it still turned me on to no end. I went from zero to hard in about 12 seconds and at that my moment towel fell off. He didn't really notice until he felt my cock rise up against his thigh. I still don't think he realized how much I wanted him at that moment.
George was breathtaking. His body, he just had a light brown happy trail. That was it. His cock, wow. It wasn't huge, like 7in, pretty average thickness I guess, but it was just perfect. A milky white color, beautiful pink head, dark vein going up the side...and it was rock hard. Then he did the most romantic thing...he lifted me up and carried me over the pile of clothes on his floor and dropped me unceremoniously on his bed. Then he took my towel off and I was bare before him.
I was surprised to see his cock...and I was a little self conscience. I mean, there was this scrawny kid who had a bigger dick then me. Oh well. Not much bigger, just a little longer and probably about the same thickness. But I knew it was something that I wanted as soon as I saw it. I gave him a little kiss and then I was tired of fooling around. It was like all the time we spent together was to be culminated in this event...my mouth surrounding his dick. He was so hard and so into it. God damn, his moans were turning me on so much. He just kept whimpering, and saying my name over and over. Then he said it, I don't know if he meant to or if it was the perfect time and place for it...
"I love you."
That made me stop. I looked up at him. Crawled up his body, kissed him lightly on the lips. Then his nose. Then his eyes. I moved away from his face and to his left ear. "I love you too, Dave." I whispered. Then it was kind of weird. We stopped with the sex, we just looked into each other's eyes and knew that we both meant what we had just said. And then we both went soft, it was like we just had the most fulfilling orgasm of our lives, like we were both completely satisfied and fulfilled by what we had just experienced. I was in love. And there was nothing in the world that could change that.
I didn't know what I was saying when I told George I loved him. I didn't know how he would react. I just knew it was how I felt, and I knew I had to let him know. I knew he meant so much to me, and I knew I loved him. When he told me he loved me too it was like I was in a big bundle of warmth and happiness. I started crying the happiest tears of my life. And I held him so tight. It was so emotional that I could not even enjoy feeling the strong muscles of his back. There would be more time for that. We had the rest of our lives for that. For now I just wanted to hold him.
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