True Blue

by Connie Bailey

  “Smoking.”

  Peyton looked around before he took a drag off the joint. “Why?”

  “It bores me.” Blue shrugged.

  “A lot of things you used to like bore you now.”

  “I guess.”

  “Do you know how many times you’ve hung out with me and Rolly since school started?”

  “Enlighten me.”

  “Twice in over three weeks. We used to smoke and shoot the shit down by the lake almost every night last year.”

  “I remember.”

  “So…what’s up?” Blue wished he could take a hit of the strong-smelling weed Peyton was inhaling, but he’d made a vow to himself. Smoking was one of the sacrifices he was making on the altar of love because Heydn didn’t like the way his mouth tasted when he smoked. “I thought you were going to tell me what McIntyre said,” he stalled.

  “Oh, yeah! Let me tell you how thrilled I am that you’ll be playing Rosalind in our little production ofAs You Like It .” Peyton paused. “The look on your face is priceless.”

  “Ha ha, now tell me what he really said.”

  “I’m serious. Foster Keene dropped out of the Drama Club and you know he was McIntyre’s go-to boy for all the female roles.”

  “So?”

  “So…Drama Club needs a Juliet, and you’re the prettiest.”

  “I thought her name was Rosalind.”

  “Just a figure of speech. This will suit your sense of irony. You’ll be playing a girl playing a boy trying to talk another boy out of being in love with her.”

  “No, I won’t. I’m going to McIntyre and telling him I’m not doing it.”

  “You mean you’re not a trouper?” Peyton pretended shock.

  “I’m not getting up on stage in front of an audience.”

  “I think you should.”

  “You’re high.”

  “Yeah, but never high enough.” Peyton pinched the coal off the end of the joint and dropped it into an inside pocket. “Seriously, though, you should at least give it a try for my sake.”

  “For your sake?”

  “Well, Iam the student director.”

  “I’ll think about it, but I doubt I’ll have time.”

  “Since when?” Peyton caught up as Blue began walking away from the theater. “No, wait; I remember. Since you contracted a mad crush on your cowboy roommate.”

  “Shut up,” Blue mumbled, turning right on the walkway that led to the senior boys’ dorm.

  “Why so defensive? It’s me, Peyton. You can admit you want his hot bod. He really does have a hot bod, damn it.”

  “Drop it.”

  “I just don’t see what all the fuss is. Everyone gets impossible crushes. Just because you’ll never…” “Never what?” Blue stopped before he reached the hedge that bordered the quad. “Never kiss him? Never make out until it feels like my balls will pop? Never suck his dick? Which has a very nice flavor, by the way.”

  Peyton Crane looked genuinely surprised for the first time since Blue had met him. “Are you kidding me? You…and a meathead jock?”

  Blue instantly regretted saying anything. “Look, it’s personal, okay? And I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

  “Wait! This is bad. If you were thinking clearly, you’d see how bad it is. You can’t be with a jock; you just can’t. It shakes my faith in an ordered universe.”

  “You always talk such shit, Peyn.”

  “I’m talking shit? Jocks don’t fall in love with freaks, Blue. You know that.”

  “Heydn isn’t like Allerton or Aldrich or any of those jerks.”

  “He’s using you,” Peyton said. “It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

  “That’s a really shitty thing to say.”

  “I know, but it’s true. Look, man, I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

  “Thanks, but you’re wrong about Heydn. He’s not a clone.”

  “No one ever listens to me.”

  Blue straightened the black-edged lapels of Peyton’s charcoal gray school jacket. “That’s because you’re always talking shit.” Peyton dropped his eyes, focusing on the spiky ends of Blue’s hair brushing the white collar of the Oxford shirt until Blue stepped back. The question of Blue’s sexuality was answered, but he had tragically fallen prey to an interloper from the west with a tanned, gorgeous body. It wasn’t fair. “He’ll hurt you,” Peyton said.

  “Fine. You’ve proved you’re a good friend. Now, please, just drop it.”

  “Whatever.” Peyton yanked on Blue’s loosened tie. “I’ll see you around.”

  “Hey, Peyn? Don’t mention this to anyone else, okay?”

  Peyton mimed zipping his lips. “As long as you’ll be in the play.”

  Blue sighed. “I’ll try,” he said, as Peyton sauntered away. Wondering how he was going to get out of appearing on stage, Blue went to his room and dragged a couple of plastic grocery sacks from the closet. A half-hour later, he was ready for Friday night with Heydn. A bottle of cheap red wine waited beside two plastic cups on the nightstand. Two folded blankets and some newly purchased pillows formed a nest on the floor. The laptop was programmed with the evening’s entertainment and Blue was showered, deodorized, and hard. He was beginning to think he was going to have to jerk off at least once when his phone rang.

  “Hey, Blue!” Heydn said. “Coach made it official today! I’m in! I’m runnin’ in the meet next weekend!” “That’s…great. I’m really happy for you.” “Yeah, I can tell you’re doin’ cartwheels. I know this stuff doesn’t ring your bell, but I wanted to share it with you.”

  “You could be doing that here. I’ve got…”

  “Sorry,” Heydn interrupted. “It’s really hard to hear you over the racket.”

  “What is that noise anyway? It sounds like fireworks or something.”

  “Yeah, isn’t that a hoot? Coach invited everyone to a barbecue and he’s got a skeet range behind his house. I used to hunt quail with my dad back in Texas before the divorce.”

  “You killed birds?”

  “Not very often,” Heydn chuckled. “I was just a kid. I could barely hold up the shotgun.”

  “Well, this is fascinating, but I’ve got a bottle of wine to get through. Am I going to have help?”

  “Oh…I don’t think so. It looks like I’ll be here for a while. Coach just put the steaks on and some of the guys are talkin’ about gettin’ in the pool.”

  Blue gritted his teeth a little harder each time Heydn used the word coach as if it were a name. “The guys?” he repeated.

  “You know, the guys on the team. You sound kinda funny.”

  “I don’t feel funny. Quite the opposite, in fact.”

  “I like you a lot, but I don’t always get you.”

  “You’ve got that backward, too.”

  “You know, you sound kinda bitchy, like a jealous girlfriend.”

  “I don’t have a frame of reference for that.”

  “Well, I just wanted to let you know that I made the starting team.”

  “Duly noted. Anything else?”

  “I guess not. See you later.” Blue disconnected without saying goodbye. How could Heydn blow off Friday night? With track practice before and after school, Heydn and Blue both looked forward to Friday when they could stay up late and stretch things out. Blue wrapped his hand around the neck of the wine bottle; his need for Heydn was a fierce ache in his chest and behind his pubic bone. He didn’t bother with a glass, but drank directly from the bottle, brooding and pretending to watchFaust’s Planet . Neither the film nor the alcohol took his mind from his misery, but they did eventually lull him to sleep.

  “Hey, Blue?” Blue sat up suddenly and nearly knocked foreheads with Heydn. “What the hell?”

  “Sorry. I couldn’t tell if you were sleepin’ or not.”

  “What time is it?”

  “It’s just a little before two. You are such a lightweight. ”

  “So you’ve mentioned. Why’d you wake me up?” />
  “I’m horny and I thought you might be too. Or am I too late?”

  “You ditched me to hang with a bunch of muscle heads.”

  “Just for a few hours. If you don’t feel like doing anything right now, that’s cool.”

  “I’m drunk and half-asleep.”

  Heydn leaned in and Blue fell back against his pillow. “Let me wake you all the way up,” he said, as he covered Blue’s mouth with his in a long, tender kiss. Blue was pressed into the mattress as Heydn threw a leg over his hip and rested some weight on him. Eagerly, Blue responded, wrapping his arms around Heydn and molding their bodies together. Nothing in his life had ever felt as good as being this close to Heydn, feeling his warmth and breathing in the smell of his hair. Then the closeness bred its predictable results and the kisses became deeper and wetter. They moved more insistently against one another as they squeezed and stroked the skin under their hands. Heydn grabbed Blue’s hips and aligned their crotches so that their hard cocks rubbed together. Getting his other knee onto the bed, Heydn pumped his hips, dragging his dick across Blue’s.

  “Shit,” Blue gasped. “Can we do this without the pants?” “Right away,” Heydn said, yanking his track pants down and kicking them off. He unbuttoned Blue’s black gabardine uniform trousers and peeled them down. Tossing the soft pants over his shoulder, Heydn dove onto Blue, kissing his way along one shoulder and up Blue’s neck until he found his lips. Slowly, Heydn flexed the muscles of his ass, rubbing his hard-on up and down Blue’s cock and balls and the crack of his ass. Blue moaned and lifted his pelvis as Heydn rocked against him. “Hey,” Heydn whispered against Blue’s lips. “Any chance I could get in…just a little?”

  Blue caught his breath as Heydn’s hard dick slid the length of his cleft. “I guess we could try it.”

  “I’ll just put the tip in,” Heydn said, his voice thicker. “If you don’t like it, I’ll take it right back out. Promise.”

  “It’s okay. I want to know what it feels like.”

  Heydn looked into Blue’s dark eyes. “You’re still drunk, huh?”

  “Not that drunk. I’m loose, but that’s probably a good thing, right?” “Yeah, that’s good. Now we just need something to use for grease.” Heydn went to his side of the room and rummaged in the suitcase under his bed. “Sweet!” he said, holding up a short strip of lubricated condoms. He bounced the bed as he returned, moving between Blue’s thighs and rolling a glistening condom down over his cock. Pinning one of Blue’s knees to the sheets, Heydn leaned in to take his mouth again in an ardent kiss. When he pulled away, he pressed two fingers to Blue’s lips until Blue sucked them into his mouth. With a moan, he drew his fingers from the warm wetness and trailed them up Blue’s crack. Blue shivered as a fingertip prodded his hole and pushed in, but Heydn chose that moment to pinch his nipple through his T-shirt, distracting him. “You okay?” Heydn asked, wiggling the end of his finger.

  “Uh-huh,” Blue answered in a strained voice.

  “I’m just gonna go a little deeper. Still good?”

  “Well…” Blue took a deep breath and let it out again. “It’s not thrilling me so far.”

  Heydn chuckled softly and Blue’s groin pulsed with need. “It gets better. I’m looking for your prostate. You’ve heard of it, right?”

  Blue shuddered and made a funny little strangled noise.

  “Am I there?”

  “Feels…good,” Blue groaned.

  Heydn grinned as he continued to rub the springy little bump. “Think you can handle another finger?”

  “Go for it.” As Heydn worked another finger into Blue’s opening, he bent his head and nuzzled Blue’s cock. Sucking and licking, he made his way up and down the hard column of flesh as he corkscrewed his fingers in and out of the tight passage. Blue’s toes curled and he clutched at the sheets as wave after wave of nearly overwhelming sensations washed through him, pain and pleasure inextricably mingled in a rising spiral.

  “Oh yeah, you’re ready,” Heydn said, tasting pre-cum on the back of his tongue. Gently, he pulled his fingers from Blue’s sheath and pulled Blue’s ass up onto his thighs. “Man, my hands are shakin’,” he said, as he took hold of his hard-on. Blue fidgeted as Heydn worked the tip in and Heydn put a palm on his trembling inner thigh. “It’s okay,” he soothed. “I’m stoppin’.”

  “No,” Blue said, his eyes bright with tears. “Keep going ’til it feels good again.” Heydn gazed at the spot where his dick disappeared into Blue and a jolt of pure erotic energy sizzled along his nerve endings. Cupping a hand around Blue’s sack, Heydn drew it up out of the way and eased in a scant two inches. Another bone-deep shudder wracked Blue’s frame and he whimpered as Heydn pulled out. “Hang on, babe,” Heydn whispered feverishly, pushing back in at a new angle. Blue flinched as the blunt head of Heydn’s curved cock dragged across his prostate and a long moan purled out of his throat. His chest swelling with pride, Heydn took hold of Blue’s hips and thrust delicately, withdrawing almost completely on each stroke, steadily increasing his speed, but never penetrating deeper than three inches as he worked Blue’s prostate. When he let go of Blue’s hip to stroke his dick, Blue came spectacularly, shooting cum as high as his rucked-up T-shirt.

  “Oh God…oh God…oh God,” Blue panted as Heydn seesawed lazily, squishing in and out of his clenching opening. “Mind if I finish?” Heydn asked, and Blue shook his head, black hair lashing the white pillow. Heydn placed his hands on the backs of Blue’s thighs and pushed until his full length was sheathed. His eyelids fluttered with pleasure as Blue’s interior muscles tightened around his shaft, blindly trying to expel it. “So good,” Heydn groaned and Blue clamped down intentionally, hugging the hard rod as it slowly churned. “So sweet.”

  A pleased little smile curved Blue’s lips despite the discomfort of stretched tissues as Heydn began to thrust harder and faster. Heydn’s loss of control was proof of how much he liked doing this with Blue, and Blue urged him on in every way he could think of. Less than a dozen erratic strokes later, Heydn dug his fingertips into Blue’s hips, buried his cock in Blue’s sheath, and his seed spooled out in a joyful eruption. Shaking and gasping for breath, Heydn grasped Blue’s cock and held it, squeezing lightly as the tremors of his climax began to subside. Blue felt as though he might burst at the seams, but the way Heydn’s eyes were shining was worth the minor pain.

  “That was incredible,” Blue said.

  “I thought I was going to explode,” Heydn panted. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

  “You really think so?”

  “Are you kiddin’ me? Look at you. Look at those lips. I gotta kiss ’em.” Blue grunted as Heydn leaned in, bending him double to bring their mouths together. He didn’t care how undignified it might have looked; he parted his lips and welcomed Heydn’s tongue, wallowing in the aggressive affection. “I love the way you kiss,” he said. “Can we lay here for a while and just be like this?”

  “Sure, just a second.” Blue groaned as Heydn withdrew and the vague ache of emptiness replaced the too-full feeling. “You rock,” he said, as Heydn found a way for both of them to fit on the single bed. With a long sigh, he settled against Heydn’s smooth chest with Heydn’s heartbeat in one ear and the early morning silence in the other.

  “We fit good together,” Heydn said against Blue’s forehead. “Thanks for…you know…for letting me put my cock in you.”

  “It was my pleasure, believe me.”

  “It’s not like I’ve got a lot of experience, but that’s the first time a guy ever came while I was inside him. I knew it was possible, but you’re my first.”

  “I don’t have to tell you that you’re my first, do I?”

  Heydn’s soft chuckle rubbed against Blue’s ears. “Not mad at me anymore?”

  Blue snuggled closer. “Not at the moment.” They fell asleep that night in the same bed and though Heydn was up and gone before Blue stirred, Blue took it as a very good omen. Peyton was wrong. Heydn truly cared about him. Moreover, Blue wa
s no longer a virgin. He had undergone a rite of passage and come through unscathed.

  Chapter 4 “Thatlook on your face has become intensely annoying,” Peyton said.

  Blue looked up from the lines he was trying to memorize. “I didn’t know I had any particular look on my face.”

  “You look like a cow that’s eaten too many magic mushrooms.”

  “Nice.”

  “I wish I had a mirror. Oh wait, I do.” Peyton took his fingers from the keyboard and reached into his pocket, producing a compact.

  “Just describe it to me.”

  “I just did, but I’ll elaborate. You look smug and complacent and higher than the cost of gas.”

  “I think I’m insulted.”

  “I think you’re penis-whipped.”

  “Shut up, Peyn.”

  “Why is your sex life off limits as a topic?”

  “It’s private.”

  “We’re guys…ostensibly. Let’s act like guys. Let’s swear, and spit, and brag about our sexual conquests while we see who can piss the farthest.”

  “I thought you were supposed to help me get into character. I doubt Rosalind is a spitter.”

  “That’s funny. I can’t wait to see you in a dress.”

  “I spend half the play as Ganymede, a dude.”

  Peyton smiled. “Shakespeare for stoners. Far out.”

  Blue smiled back. “How’s the reporter gig going?”

  “I take it you’re not reading the paper. Well, I just had a little item vetoed. The article addressed the rampant sexual harassment on this campus.”

  “What? How much did you smoke before you wrote it?”

  “I’m serious. I’m sick and tired of being singled out for abuse because of my sexual orientation.”

  Blue put his head down. “You didn’t.”

  “Of course, I did. You know what it’s like to be singled out because you’re different. I thought you’d understand.”

  “I understand, but I don’t think a school newspaper is the place to talk about it.”

  “What would you do?”

  “If I truly felt harassed, I’d go to one of the deans.”

  “That’s very easy to say, but some of these guys have very heavy daddies.”