by Rhett Heath
As practice ended that day, I told my brother to let our mom know that I was going to Craig’s house to study for a test. He grunted a response—Neanderthal that he was—and when we managers were allowed to jet, I quickly headed home on my bike, knowing that Bobby had left earlier, alone, and should be waiting somewhere along the route to my house. I was hopeful and giddy. I also didn’t want to keep him waiting.
I had only ridden two blocks when I saw his truck. He had inconspicuously parked to the side of a line of trees by a dilapidated barn. The hood of his truck reflected the brightness of the moon. I rode my bike right up to the passenger door, hopped off, swung my bike up and over the side of his truck dropping it into the truck bed, then just as quickly, I opened the passenger door and hopped in, all smiles.
“Drive,” I said, staying near the passenger door. “Head up toward the canyon, I know where we can go.” He pulled out, turning onto the road, and we were off.
“I’m freaking out a little,” he said.
“Me too. Will your parents care if you’re later than normal?”
“Nah.” He shook his head a little. “When I get home, they’re generally at the milk barns for another hour or more past that, so I’m good. I’m just feeling paranoid, thinking one of my friends will notice my truck and chase me down, wanting to do something.”
“Hey! Another idea,” I said, slouching down on the bench seat. “Let’s head toward your house, like you’re going home, and once we get past town we can pull behind the old fish hatchery.”
“Isn’t that too far from your house?”
“I’ve ridden bikes with Craig all summer. It’s only a couple of miles back to my house. We’ve gone there a lot to fish.” Even though the hatchery had closed years before, there were still schools of fish all along that area.
Neither of us said anything, but it didn’t feel awkward to me.
“I guess I’m freaking out because Mrs. Koch had us all start reading a chapter in the book, and then left us alone to go make copies or something. Some kids sitting near Kyle started talking trash, and I could only sit there.”
“What were they saying?”
“The usual. But it was the way they did it. They didn’t speak to him directly, they just happened to get on the subject, and talked about how gays are all perverts, that ‘gay’ means anal sex and how it’s a sin and how disgusting it is.”
He shook his head. “Some days I want to beat all their faces in.” It was quiet for a moment. “So, now I’m freaking out because you’re so awesome, and I’m an asshole.”
“What?”
“I know people talk,” he continued, sort of cutting me off. “They say the only reason that I’m so good at football is that I have anger problems.”
“I’ve never heard that, actually,” I said, sounding as sincere as I could. “I think people are intimidated by you, acting all brooding and moody—which everybody thinks is cool.”
“Brooding and moody?”
“Oh my heck,” I said, blushing. “It’s sexy and it works for you, and I can’t believe I’m in your truck and talking to you. And you’re confiding in me. And I’m hard as a rock. I’m dying because you’re this Greek god and I’m so not, and—”
“Stop! You’re really hot. I told you earlier how I’m feeling. So, stop thinking that I don’t really like you. I lie in bed on my side, holding a pillow pretending I’m holding you!” He flipped down the sun visor above him, pulled his vehicle registration out of a clip that was holding it, and there, still fastened to the clip was a picture of me. “See!” he said, raising his voice for emphasis. “Do you believe me, now?”
Wide-eyed, I looked at the picture. We were past the city limits and no other vehicles were around, so I slid over and snuggled up to him.
“Holy crap,” I whispered, more to myself than aloud, then asked, “How did you get my picture?”
“Tyler was on the yearbook staff last year, and I sort of stole it one day in the yearbook room. I already told you that I’ve liked you forever.”
I was elated. This was surreal.
Knowing that he liked to kiss—and was probably wanting to kiss me—I didn’t wait for him to ask. I started kissing him full on the mouth.
It only lasted a few moments, because he was driving.
“I’m sorry. I’ll never doubt it again.”
He smiled and turned down the road to the hatchery.
“And, about your anger issues,” I added, remembering this was initially about him and I’d taken it and made it about me, “isn’t it just that you’ve been so mad about being gay that it’s come out on the field and everywhere else?”
“That’s probably exactly right! Thank you!”
It was fascinating that at that moment, I almost instantly saw his whole demeanor relax.
“And now I don’t have to be angry. I’m not feeling that anxiety at all. Maybe it wasn’t that I was even angry. Accepting that I was gay has been a long process. It has been fucking hard. It has sucked so bad.”
“But, apparently, I suck so good. Let’s make all that frustration go away permanently.”
“Yes!” he yelled, instantly grinning ear to ear.
He slowed down as we approached the property, then dimmed his headlights and turned just past the administrative building before maneuvering the truck to the back of the building.
“This is so awesome,” he said quietly.
“Totally,” I whispered, kissing his neck.
“I feel so—” He paused, searching for a word. “—happy. I guess. I’m just so relieved and peaceful and safe. I’m just happy! I’m crying I’m so happy.”
He stopped the truck, turned off the engine, wiped at his eyes, and we immediately started making out. We slid over, more toward the passenger side of the cab, and I straddled him as we continued to kiss.
In between kisses, he told me again how good I was at it and that I probably did everything perfectly. It was easy to believe him. Being with him felt so natural, like we were made for each other.
He said, “I want to do something that you may think is weird.”
“Just as long as I can do it after you.”
“What?”
“Explore my whole mouth with your tongue?”
“Holy shit! How did you know?”
“I was thinking it too.”
Our mouths connected and his tongue explored. It was not sexual. It was like a way we could bond with each other. He let me go next. His mouth was yummy. We shifted to where I was lying on top of him, making out slowly and gently. My arms wrapped around his neck and head. He was caressing me from my head to my butt. Both of our cocks were rock-hard.
“I really wanted to suck your dick again, but I am loving just holding you close.”
“I know,” I said, “it’s like I can’t get close enough to you. Let’s do it naked!”
“Yes!”
I hopped up and started peeling away clothing. He had turned off the engine, but the cab was still warm.
Once we were both naked—taking care because of Bobby’s knee—we resumed our positions, and it got hotter. “Am I heavy?”
“Not at all,” he said, in between kisses.
His skin was the smoothest skin I’d ever felt. He had soft armpit hair, and a dusting of soft chest hair; his huge chest, shoulders, and arms were enveloping me with love. I was in bliss.
“I’ve never been in love,” he said, “but I think this is what it feels like. So, if this really is love, that’s fucking awesome.”
“It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt, either. So, if this is what love feels like, I love you too.”
Once I said it, something miraculous happened. We both came.
At the same time.
Spontaneous ejaculation.
Phenomenal.
We were both so absorbed in the moment, neither of us could even speak. We lay there, my head on his shoulder, facing him. His body twitched a little.
“Oh, Jate. I’m whooped. What
the fuck was that? I’ve never felt this way in my life about anything or anybody. What are we going to do?”
“Well, I hope we’ll do a lot more of this.” I spoke softly. “But let’s not worry about all the other crap now. Just know that I love you and I’ll remember that you love me.”
“I can do that.”
Tears welled up. I closed my eyes to let them fall.
“Shit, I’m leaking again.”
“So am I.”
“Are we gay or what?” He wiped at his eyes.
I smiled. “Definitely gay!”
“You’re so mature for being fourteen.” He held up a finger and laughed. “Yes, I know you turn fifteen on the eighth of October and you’re one of the oldest in your class. Yes, I’ll be buying you some presents, and yes, I wanted to know how young you were.
“Last year you were only thirteen, turning fourteen, and it freaked me out that you were so young. And yes, I had something to do with you becoming one of the equipment managers for this year’s team. I just casually brought your name up at a meeting the coaches had with the team captains, and Coach knew you from Executive Council last year, and agreed that you’d do a good job.”
He hugged me tighter. “The love I feel for you has, up to this point, been more like an obsession. Last year, I found out from some other guys that you were the eighth grade Executive Council rep. I was so jealous that they got to see you every week at your meetings and I didn’t. I’ve felt this way for over a year!”
I was still lying on top of him. He had just made me hard again, which made his dick start growing, too.
“That’s totally hot,” I said. “I guess I wasn’t obsessed with you because I never would have ever thought you even knew who I was. But I always stared at you when you weren’t looking. Doesn’t everybody?”
“Oh my God,” he said contemplatively.
He didn’t go on, so I coaxed, “What?”
“I… I pretend to not notice because I always think people are staring at me because I’m so stupid and they feel sorry for me, or….” He looked in my eyes. “Don’t laugh.”
“Promise,” I said.
By the light of the moon, I saw tears filled his eyes, and he sighed. “I hate my lopsided ears and my squinty eyes, and it really makes me feel uncomfortable when people stare at me.”
I couldn’t believe what he was saying. I didn’t laugh. I sensed that he needed reassurance and I was glad I could easily give it.
“Bobby.” I rose from his chest to look at him better. He looked at me with such vulnerability in his eyes, it hurt.
“Believe me when I tell you that people are staring at you because they can’t look away because your face is as perfect as your body.” My voice was calm. “You could be famous someday. No one has ever, ever figured out—nobody has even noticed that you have lopsided ears, and I’m looking at them right now, and I am eight inches away from your face, and they’re not even lopsided, so don’t think that they are, okay? And the only reason you won’t win the ‘Best Eyes of the Senior Class’ is because you’ll win ‘Best-Looking in the Senior Class’ and nobody can win two ‘Best Of’ awards!
“So just know,” I said, after taking a breath, “that these thoughts that have been swimming around in your head were not swimming around in anybody else’s heads, so throw them out of the pool, and kiss me!”
He did.
“I believe you—” Kiss. “—thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
We kept kissing.
“Can we try sixty-nining?”
“Sure, what is it?” I’d heard the term from Craig but didn’t know what “sixty-nining” even was. “Here, let me scoot down some.” With me still on top of him, he scooched down a foot or so.
“Now, you flip around and suck me while I suck you.”
“Awesome!” I spun around and got sort of positioned on my hands and knees so that my mouth was right above his crotch.
His dick was rock-hard and beautiful. His balls were huge and his soft pubes were perfect. Naturally groomed, he wasn’t overly hairy. He was just right, and he smelled so good!
Cum was still all over us, and I began licking at his cum, as he did mine. In between licking and sucking, it seemed like our cocks were both pulsating to our heartbeats.
“Oh my God, this is so hot. You taste so good,” he said, his voice deep and breathy.
“Do that thing where you put your head back against my soft palate. I’ll try it too.”
Without saying anything, I did it. He started doing it, too, and once he caught on, I was in ecstasy.
We sort of sucked at the same speed; after less than a minute, we were both on the edge of coming.
“Let’s come together!” we both said nearly in unison, our breath heavy.
“Are you about ready?” he asked.
“Yah, I can come right now.”
“Me too, let’s do it!” We did.
We both swallowed and swallowed, sucking each other’s bulbous heads. It was explosive like fireworks; I was seeing little bright flashes in my eyes.
My brain was exploding and his whole body started jerking with what we would later refer to as “aftergasms”—aftershocks of the orgasm. I spun myself back around on him and we started kissing. He was still aftergasming, and that added to the experience. It was a total turn-on.
I just relaxed on him. He held me.
“I don’t want to go home. I just want to stay with you forever,” he said.
“Same here.”
“You’re totally cool with keeping all this a secret, right?”
“Are you crazy? Of course, I am. Everybody in this dinky little town would kill us!”
“I just want to get out of this town,” he said. “But the only places where people don’t care if you’re gay are San Francisco, New York, Miami, Palm Beach, or West Hollywood.”
“Man, you’ve thought about this.”
“Yah, I just hope it’ll happen.” Then he sighed. “I better get home, though.”
“Can’t do it. The cum from earlier has hardened, we’re stuck together forever!”
He let out a laugh. I got off him, and he sat up, reaching behind the back of the seat. After fumbling around, he pulled out some rags; we wiped ourselves off, and I got dressed. “I can drive you along some back roads to get you closer to your house,” he said, pulling on his pants.
“I’ll say okay, just so I can stay with you a few more minutes.”
He smiled, slipping on his shirt. He left his boots and socks off, started the engine, put it in gear and drove up the lane. Once I was dressed, he asked, “Jate, honestly, where do we go from here?”
“I don’t know.” I slid over to sit beside him, sliding low so that my head was resting on his shoulder, my arm wrapped around his waist, holding him. He wrapped his massive arm around me; I melted. “I guess let’s just meet when we can?”
“I mean, I can’t even call you, because it’s long distance.”
“I know! It’d cost a fortune and our parents would find out and ask who was calling. Let’s think about it some more. There’s got to be something.”
“Just as long as I know you are always thinking about me while I’m thinking about you, and as long as we can spend time together every so often, I’ll be happy.”
He hugged me closer. “Hey, where are you watching the game Saturday?”
“Probably at my house. Craig will invite himself over.” The Huskers had lost last weekend and I was still a little bent out of shape about it.
Bobby shook his head. “If they lose to Auburn, I’ll be pissed.”
“Me too. I’m still pissed about Saturday.”
“So am I, but Auburn has lost their last two games, so there’s hope.”
“There is that,” I agreed.
“I wish I could just be friends with your brother, then I could invite myself over to watch the game with him.”
“That’d be awesome, but my brother’s a douchebag.”
“I know. What’s that about?”
“No clue. He just has this chip on his shoulder about something.”
“Shit! Tomorrow’s Thursday. I’ll be sitting in the whirlpool right after school, so we won’t be able to be alone together, probably at all.”
“No! It’s a good thing. The other three managers are going with the JV and the freshman teams to their games; they’re headed up north. I’ll be the only manager staying home to be here for the Varsity practice. I’ll be doing nothing until six. I’ll tell Coach tomorrow at PE that I can still help you with the whirlpool, then maybe afterward we can drive up the canyon or somewhere until practice starts!”
“That’d be awesome. I will just tell the guys that I have to soak my leg again, then they’ll probably go do something without me, and I will be off the hook with them. Won’t your parents care about what you’re doing from, like, four to six?”
“No, they both work, and they both trust me implicitly.”
We pulled up to the same place where he’d picked me up. “Of course they do.” His dimples deepened with a smile. “You’re perfect.”
We sat quietly for a few seconds.
“God, I don’t want you to leave,” he whispered. “It’s just so cool that you’re into me.”
“Who wouldn’t be?” I barked softly. “Why are you into me?”
“Uh, okay, here’s the beginning of the list: your perfect little body, of course. How nice you are to everybody. How outgoing and friendly you are. How talented you are. Oh my God, there’s so much.”
I blushed. “Thanks for telling me all that,” I said, as he opened the truck door.
“I could keep going.” He gave me a quick peck on the cheek.
He got out, and on one foot finagled my bike out of the truck bed for me and set it down. I got out, stood alongside him, and watched, thinking how massive he was and how scrawny I was. “Is it stupid if I write you a letter tonight and sneak it in your locker in the morning? Would you think I’m a dork?”