Tim Chapter 6
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Tim
Chapter 6
(Tim's Perspective)
When I got in bed after the Super Bowl party, I was tired, but I didn't go right to sleep. I had too much on my mind.
I thought about taking my dad to catch his plane. I had wanted to be strong and not cry because I didn't want to embarrass him in front of all the people. I couldn't help it, though, and I was sure everybody had thought I was a baby. Rick and Kevin were wonderful to me, though. I really loved those guys, and I was looking forward to living with them.
The party that night had been fun. That Mont guy was really good looking and nice, but Terry was downright handsome. I liked it that they both talked to Kyle and me like we were grownups, and both of them said some really funny stuff. Fred and Mike were really nice, too, and I had the feeling something was going on between them. Something good.
I was really glad Kevin told me I could invite a friend. I would have had an okay time without Kyle, but having him there made it much better. He really liked everybody, especially Rick and Kevin, and I hoped they'd let me invite him to do some stuff with us sometimes.
I almost freaked out when Kyle kissed me in the kitchen. I wished Kyle and I had kissed longer, but he made that up to me when I walked him to his car.
"Walk out with me," Kyle said.
I looked at Kevin and Rick, and Rick just said, "Go."
"This has been so great tonight, man," Kyle said. "Thanks for asking me."
"You're welcome. I had a really good time, too," I replied.
"Did I embarrass you when I kissed you in the kitchen," he asked.
"More surprised me than embarrassed me. When Rick said `Who's next,' I thought he was joking about who wanted to kiss him next, not about which two people would kiss next," I said.
"He did mean it that way, but I saw a chance I had been waiting for, and I took it. Did you like it?"
"Yeah. I liked it a lot. How about you," I asked.
"I liked it a whole lot," he said.
"I just wish it had been longer, that's all."
"Do you want to do it again? Out here," he asked.
"Yeah, but let's go into the garage. I promised my dad I'd be careful."
"Okay."
The garage door was closed, but the side door was unlocked. We went inside. It was real dark, but we didn't trip over anything. Kyle started off by putting his hands on my shoulders. He drew me into him and found my lips with his. He didn't do it rough or hard at all, and it felt really good to hold him. In a few seconds, I felt his tongue on my lips. I had read about tongue kissing, but I hadn't ever done it. I parted my lips, and he put his tongue into my mouth.
I rubbed my tongue on his, and the feeling was incredible. In about ten seconds, my dick was hard. I hadn't really expected that to happen, and I hoped Kyle wouldn't notice it. In another few seconds he pulled me closer to him, and my dick was rubbing against him. He moved slightly, and, all of a sudden, I felt his dick against me, and it was just as hard as mine. We rubbed against one another as we kissed.
I pulled back, and I was breathing hard. Kyle was, too.
"What's the matter," he asked.
"I'm about to shoot," I said.
He stepped back a little.
"Me, too. We better stop, but, oh, it feels so good," he said.
"I know. You're a good kisser. Have you kissed many people before?"
"A couple of girls," he said.
"Did you get hard when you kissed them," I asked.
"No. Only with you," he said. "I wonder if straight guys get hard when they kiss girls. They must."
"I don't know. I wasn't expecting it, though."
"Tim, I want to ask you something," he said.
"What's that?"
"I like you a lot, man. I really like you a lot. Can we be boyfriends?"
I didn't have to think that one through. "Yes," I said immediately. "I want us to be boyfriends." I leaned in and kissed him again. We got some tongue into it again, but not like we had been doing before.
"I could do this all night, but I need to go home. I'm probably going to dream about you and about kissing you," he said.
I was flattered.
"Me, too," I said.
We walked to his car. After he got in, I leaned in to kiss him again, but it was quick and without tongue. He smiled and drove off.
Rick and Kevin were already in bed when I went inside. I wondered what they were doing, but I didn't dare listen. Instead, I brushed my teeth and took my clothes off. My dick was still rock hard. I took care of that pretty quick, thinking of Kyle as I did it. I said some prayers for my dad, and I even said one for Kevin, Rick, and Kyle. I went to sleep quickly.
I had a dream that night. I was in bed with Kyle, and we were naked. We were both hard, and we were kissing like we had done that night. Kyle was pretty aggressive, and he crawled on top of me. Our hard-ons were touching, and Kyle started moving back and forth on me as we kissed. I knew I was getting closer and closer to shooting, but I didn't care. I wrapped my arms around his body and pulled him tighter. Then, I felt it start deep down inside of me. I shot a load of juice.
I woke up startled. I was on my stomach, and I could feel the wetness turning cold. The whole room was cold, in fact. I lay there for a few minutes thinking about my dream. I was still very hard. I pulled my briefs down below my balls and ground myself into the bed, pretending the bed was Kyle. It didn't take me long to flood it again. In a minute, the wet spot on the bed started getting cold again, and I was suddenly embarrassed by what I had done. It was my first night in my new home, and I had messed up the bed on purpose. I turned on the bedside lamp to see what I had done. I knew Kevin and Rick would be mad at me, and I loved them too much for that to happen. Then I wondered if they would make me leave. Where would I go? I panicked and started crying. It wasn't loud, but it was intense.
I decided to cover up the evidence, in case one of them came in to wake me up the next morning. I got out of bed and pulled my underwear back into place. I lay down on my back to avoid messing up the comforter. It was cold in the room, but I didn't care. I continued crying. Then I heard a tap on my door. I let out a little noise because it startled me. Then Kevin said it was him and asked if he could come in. I rolled over onto my stomach so he wouldn't see my wet underwear.
Kevin was so cool when he figured out what had happened. He didn't make me feel bad or anything. In fact, he was as gentle and understanding as my dad had been the first time I had had one of those dreams and had gotten scared by it.
I told Kevin I was crying because I had been thinking about my dad dying in the war. I felt bad about lying to him about why I was crying, and I made up my mind that I would never lie to him again. But I was too embarrassed to take it back.
We talked for a while, and he told me it was natural for Kyle and me to get hard when we were kissing. He said he and Rick did, too. We talked for a few more minutes. I was glad I would be their kid if my dad died in the war, but Kevin said that wouldn't happen. I pretty much already knew that. After a few minutes, he fell asleep in bed with me. He turned the heat on, but having him in bed with me made me warm, too. I wished Rick was there with us, with me in the middle. Then I went to sleep.
The next morning on the way to school, I told Kyle about my dream about him. He thought it was really cool.
"Would you like to do that with me sometime," he asked.
"Would you," I asked in return.
"Yeah. I would. But let's don't talk about it right now, okay? Hearing about it made me really hard, and I don't want to shoot in my jeans before school. What a mess that would be!"
I laughed, and we changed the subject to how nice the guys had been to us at the party.
That afternoon, on the ride home, he said, "I did something in school today that I've never done before. I started thinking about that dream you had while I was in geometry, and I shot a load in class. I didn't touch myself or anything."
I laughed, and he laughed, too.
"Damn, man. What did you do," I asked.
"I went to the restroom to see if I could dry out my underwear. I didn't even ask permission to leave the room. I just ran out of there. I pretended to heave like I was going to puke, though, so I wouldn't get in trouble. I went into one of the stalls. My briefs were soggy, so I took them off and flushed them down the toilet."
"No shit? Wow!"
"No shit. About a minute later this guy came looking for me from my class. Mrs. Sawyer had sent him. Why she sent that character, I'll never know. She probably just wanted him out of class. He didn't ask if I was sick or anything. All he did was ask to bum a smoke. I gave him one, and I had one myself. Then we went back to class. She asked me if I needed to check out, and I said I was fine. The guy sitting next to me smelled the smoke on me. He grinned and gave me a thumbs up."
"Damn, Kyle. You're going to get in trouble doing that," I said.
"I know. I never smoke at school. That's way too sleazy."
We were quiet for a minute. I was mentally seeing Kyle flushing his underwear down the toilet.
"Have you ever done that," he asked.
"Smoke at school? Hell, no."
"No, I meant just shoot like that, without doing anything."
I debated answering his question. Then I said, "Yeah. A couple of times. Once in church."
"No, you didn't," he said.
"Yes, I did. My dad was sitting right next to me."
"What the hell did you do," he asked.
"Pretty much the same thing you did in class today. Only I didn't flush mine. I threw them away in the trash can."
"Oh, my God! That's too much," he said through his laughter.
We got to my house, and he pulled into the drive way.
"You want to come in," I asked.
"Yeah, I want to. But I can't. I've got a dentist appointment. I've got to get my teeth cleaned. Tomorrow, though, okay? Call me tonight, if you can."
"I will. Thanks for the ride."
Kyle spent every afternoon after school with me at my new house. Wednesday afternoon I had a meeting of the Key Club. I was one of only ten freshmen who had been asked to join, and I felt really honored. Kyle waited for me and drove me home. I could have walked home, but I was glad he waited.
Kyle had to be home every day by 5:30, and we made the most of the time we spent together. We always had a good snack as soon as we got home. Then we'd move some stuff from my house to my new house.
We usually spent some time shooting hoops in the driveway of my old house. We'd play one-on-one, and Kyle would let me win. I knew what he was doing, but I didn't say anything. When I won, he'd brag on me like I was the best athlete in the world.
The afternoon would always end in my room, on the bed. We'd kiss up a storm. We always got hard, too. On Thursday, time slipped up on us, and Kevin came home before Kyle left. We were really hard when we went out into the den. I know Kevin noticed, but he didn't say a word about it, or even show that he saw. Nobody could be cooler than Kevin and Rick. Nobody.
That night I asked them if Kyle could spend the night on Friday night. They said he could. They also said they were getting me a cable modem for my room. That was a big excitement for me.
Then something bad happened. We were talking about my allowance. Kevin seemed to have it all worked out, but I could tell Rick didn't like what he was hearing. They went into their room, and my stomach turned to jell-o. They were having a fight, and it was over me. I knew I hadn't done anything wrong, so I wasn't worried about that, but all I could think of was my two guys busting up over it. When they came out, they seemed okay.
I was going to get seventy-five bucks a week, which seemed like a lot of money to me. Kevin had figured it out, though, and I probably needed that much. I decided I would be really careful so I'd have some money to buy Kyle and them nice Valentine's gifts.
We all went to our rooms after we finished talking. I brushed my teeth, and got ready for bed. Then I decided I wanted a glass of milk and a few cookies, so I headed back to the kitchen. When I passed their room, I heard Rick say, "Come here to me, you little sex monkey." Kevin giggled. Then I heard them kissing. One of them, Kevin, I think, moaned pretty loud. I got hard listening to them, but I felt guilty eavesdropping. I ate my snack and got into bed. I wished I could hear what was going on, but their room was clear on the other side of the house and I couldn't hear a thing. It made me feel really good about how much they loved one another, and I was glad the business about my allowance hadn't made them mad at each other.
The next morning I was really excited when I woke up. Kyle would be spending the night with me, and I couldn't wait. I told him they had said yes to his spending the night, and he grinned from ear to ear.
"Are we just going to sleep in the same bed," he asked, "or are we really going to sleep together," he asked.
I didn't know what he meant, so I asked.
"You know. Sleep together. Like have sex."
I'm sure I blushed when he said that. "Well, I was thinking about maybe doing that stuff in my dream and all, you know."
"Goddamn, Tim. I've been thinking about that fucking dream of yours all week, hoping we could do that some time. I'm all for that, man."
We rode the rest of the way to school in silence. I thought about what it would be like to hold him and see him naked and feel him against me. When we got out of his car, I saw that he was just as hard as I was. We both adjusted ourselves so we could walk into the school unnoticed.
That was one of the weirdest days of the school year for me. I thought about Kyle and what we were going to do that night all day long. I stayed hard pretty much all day, but I didn't want to shoot in my pants during class like he had done. When I knew I was getting close, I would focus on what the teacher was saying or on the work I was supposed to be doing, so I never popped off. My underwear was moist all day, though, from the pre-cum I was oozing. I told Kyle about it at lunch, and he said he was doing the same thing. I wished we could have kissed right there.
Kyle and I each had only one period after lunch, from one to two-thirty. When I got to class, a friend of mine that I had played baseball with the year before wanted to talk to me before the period started.
"What's up with you eating lunch with that sophomore every day," David said.
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. That Kyle guy. Why don't you eat with us anymore?"
I knew who "us" was. It was David and two other guys I had become good friends with the year before. David had introduced us to the Starfish. He had an older brother named Les, short for Leslie (figure that!), and Les had told David about the buffet. David said his name Lez, instead of Les, and that just about cracked me up every time I heard it.
"He's a new friend, man. I'm just trying to get to know him. He's my neighbor, and he gives me rides to and from school every day."
"Well, he's got me kind of jealous, you know? You were my friend first."
"Jesus, David! I'm still your friend," I said.
"I know you are. But just don't get too friendly with him, okay?"
I didn't know what to think.
"Dave, what's this about, man," I asked.
"Figure it out, Murph," he said, and then he walked off.
Before he left, I happened to glance down at David's crotch, and he was obviously hard. I assumed he was having one of those random boners I got all day long, but something about the way he said "Figure it out" made me feel uneasy. I really didn't know what he had been talking about. I really liked David, and he and I had clicked as the third base-shortstop combination the year before. I planned to go out for freshman baseball the next week, and I hoped he would, too.
The last period of the day dragged unbelievably. It was English. The teacher was real good, but, short of staging Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead, no teacher could keep a class of freshmen interested during the last period of the day on Friday. We had been studying Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare. Every day we'd read some of the play out loud, discuss some questions she gave us, watch part of the video of it, and then have silent reading time to read whatever book we wanted. That day, I paid attention to the reading and the video because I thought Romeo was really hot. We skipped the discussion questions that day, and I, like just about everybody else, fell asleep during the silent reading period. The announcements at the end of the day woke me up, and I was glad that period, and the whole school day, had ended.
When I got to Kyle's car, he was already there waiting for me.
"Kevin called me on my cell and left a message that the cable man will be at your house at four. What's that all about?"
"I'm getting a cable modem installed in my room, man. How about that?"
"Wow! That's cool. That's what we have, too. Have you ever used one," he asked.
"Yeah. On Kevin's computer. It's really fast, isn't it," I said.
We continued to talk about the cable modem all the way home.
The cable guy came and installed the new modem. Kyle and I fooled around with it a little while. He downloaded a program called Free Agent, and he showed me how to use it to get pictures and movies from the newsgroups.
"Wow, you get so many pictures so fast," I said.
"Yeah. A dial-up connection times out before you can get those big movies, too. This modem puts the Internet on a whole new level," he said.
We looked at some of the pictures we downloaded, and we made jokes about the guys. The pictures made us hard. I had my right leg crossed over my left knee, and Kyle put his hand on the inside of my left thigh. He started rubbing it a little. His doing that made my dick jump inside my jeans. I looked him in the face, and he smiled. Then he leaned over and kissed me.
"That feels so good," I said.
"Do it to me," he replied.
From there is didn't take long for us to do the things I had dreamed about. Kyle and I had sex that afternoon for the first time. We made a mess of the bed, but that was definitely something I could live with.
Rick was the first one home that afternoon, and we heard him doing something in the kitchen.
"Somebody's home," Kyle said. We were both naked in bed. We had pulled the comforter and top sheet all the way down, and we were just lying there looking at each other. We were both soft by then, but it was still fun to watch Kyle's dick. It moved around a little, sometimes getting a little bigger, other times getting smaller.
"It sounded like Rick's car," I said.
Neither of us made a move to get up.
"Do you feel different," Kyle asked.
"Yeah, kind of. It's sort of like you and I are more special to one another now, you know?"
"Yeah. You're the first person besides me to ever touch it. That's kind of special. It's sort of like we have a secret," Kyle said.
"I know. You're the first person to ever touch mine, too. Except maybe a doctor or somebody like that."
"Well, yeah, but that doesn't count. You're definitely the first one to ever touch it when it was hard. No question about that."
"Did you like it," I asked.
"Of course I liked it. Didn't you?"
"Yeah, I liked it. Can we do it again?"
"Right now," he asked.
"No. Later."
"Sure."
Rick tapped on the door.
"Hi, guys," he said. "Can I come in?"
Before I could answer, he opened the door and started in. He took one look at us on the bed and immediately slammed the door shut.
"Jesus, I'm sorry, guys," he said. "Oh, man. What a dumb-fuck thing to do."
"It's okay, Rick," I said. "I should have locked the door like you and Kevin told me to do. I just forgot. We're getting up."
Kyle giggled as we got out of bed.
Once dressed, we pulled the bed back together and went out to the den.
"Tim. Kyle. I am so sorry, guys. I'll never to that again. I promise." Rick seemed really upset by what had happened.
"It's okay, buddy," I said. I felt terrible that he felt so bad.
"So now you know," Kyle said.
"Yeah. True. `Course I did suspect it before," Rick said. "I guess that means you two are a couple."
"We're boyfriends," I said.
"Is Tim your first boyfriend, Kyle," Rick asked.
Kyle nodded.
"And I know Kyle's your first one, Tim," he said.
I nodded too.
"Well, guys, y'all are just as cute as you can be. Can I ask when your first time was?"
"It was today," Kyle said.
"Really!? Oh, wow. Man, I feel like we ought to have a celebration or something. Had y'all been talking about it, or did it just happen? Do you wish I'd mind my own business?" He grinned. I could tell he was genuinely happy for me.
"We talked about it some. You know that wet dream I had the first night I was here?"
"Yeah. Kevin told me about it."
"It was about him and me having sex. I told him about it, and we wanted to do it just like in the dream."
"Did it hurt," Rick asked. "I can tell you what to do so it doesn't hurt, if you want me to."
"Why would it hurt," I asked.
"We didn't do that, Rick. We just kissed and rubbed against each other. No oral, either," Kyle said. "I guess it wasn't really having sex."
It finally dawned on me what they were talking about.
"Hey, of course it was, man," Rick said. "Kevin and I started real slow, and even now we don't fuck or do oral every time we make love. A lot of our love-making is just kissing and touching and doing what you guys did. Every couple does what they feel comfortable doing. What they both feel comfortable doing."
"So you don't have to put your dick into the other guy for it to be real sex," I asked.
"Like I said, Tim, Kevin and I waited a long time before we did that. For us, it was giving ourselves to the other one totally and completely. We both knew we were in love and that the other one was the only person we ever wanted to be with. A lot of people don't wait that long, that's true. But for us it made it really, really special. And it still is really, really special."
"Does, er, you know, er, fucking feel better than what we did," Kyle asked.
"Jeez, I wish Kevin was here," Rick said.
"Why? Does he know more about sex than you do," I asked.
"No, but this is pretty special stuff we're talking about. I'd like for him to share it with me. With us."
"We can wait," Kyle said. "I'd like to hear what both of you have to say, anyway."
"If y'all don't mind, guys, I really would prefer to wait. There's a lot we can tell you about sex and love and caring for one another, but there's also a lot you can find out on your own. You guys are pretty special to us, and we want to help you feel good about yourselves and each other."
"Y'all have already made me feel good about myself," Kyle said.
"Me, too. No question," I said.
"Guys, one thing I noticed. It looked like y'all got your semen all over the bed. Tim, keep a couple of towels in your room, okay? It only takes a second to pull one out, but that sure saves time and effort changing the bed," Rick said.
"Do you want us to change the bed," Kyle asked.
"Well, that's kind of up to you, but I would," Rick said. "Do you know how to use the washing machine, guys?"
"I do," I said.
"Why don't you just wash the sheets, too."
"Okay," I said. "Rick, thanks for talking to us."
"No problem, buddy. None at all."