Date: Mon, 29 May 2000 13:52:24 EDT
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Learning to Fly - chapter 1

LEARNING TO FLY - Chapter One - by David MacMillan

'Lo all.  Thought I'd give you another one to whet your appetites with.
I'll be adding to LTF monthly as I do CONFESSIONS OF A VAMPIRE in
Scifi/fan, THE LEARNING SEASON in Adult/Youth, and GUT FEELINGS in
Beginnings.  GROWING UP SEXUAL in Young Friends will continue to be
bi-weekly.

I hope you enjoy.  Let me know how you like this and the other stories.
Write me at vonMuribor@aol.com.

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It was Friday morning.  The last day of finals for spring quarter at our
junior college, a day I had free.  But I had promised to take Frank to his
last test.  It was also the day I had set for myself to do it.  Us to do it
- if we were going to do anything.  That's how I ended up sucking his cock
at the reservoir.  I rubbed sleep from my eyes and stretched across my bed.
And struggled with the fear that was there to meet me.  I forced myself out
of bed and made my way to the toilet.

The reflection in the mirror was still that of the six foot, two inch tall
swimmer I was two years ago in high school.  High cheekbones accented the
angles in my face so even the longish blonde curls framing it couldn't hide
all of them.  Brown nipples stood out in sharp contrast to the smooth,
milky skin of my chest.

I grinned suddenly, letting my fear go as I studied myself.  Nothing had
changed.  I was still as good-looking as I was yesterday when I told Frank
how I felt.  I tucked my thumbs into the elastic of my briefs and slid them
slowly down over my hips.  I blew the image in the mirror a quick kiss and
thanked my lucky stars for my looks.  Frank was a lucky man to be getting
me.

My hardening pole sprang away from the cotton and quickly stood an angry
pointer at the image in the mirror.  I touched its trimmed flange with a
fingernail and smiled at the deliciousness the sensation brought.

"Frank, baby," I whispered and thrust my hips forward, "just you wait until
you get this piece of meat between those pouty little lips of yours."

I was a twenty year old virgin that Friday morning.  A virgin with both men
and women.  A goddamn good-looking virgin, I reminded myself quickly.  I
knew I had better keep that in mind; otherwise, I could be too quick to
give too much away.  It was still a fact that hurt.  Especially as I knew
Frank wasn't.  That knowledge was a cancer, gnawing away at my faith in
myself.  A doubt that grew larger in my mind with each passing day.

Frank didn't talk about how he lost his cherry.  But, then, I never knew
him to be the type to go in for locker room tales of conquest.  He just
kept his mouth shut and let me imagine what I would.  I imagined a lot -
all of which hurt.

Frank dated girls like I did - once in awhile.  Mostly, we just went out
with friends who were doing things at the moment.  It'd been fun in earlier
years but I had become increasingly uncomfortable when I was expected to
pair off with one particular girl.  I wondered a lot how Frank felt about
it but never got up the nerve to ask him.

Not knowing how Frank felt about most things - important things - that was
the real rub.  Frank could be just like me - queer.

I frowned to myself.  Homosexual sounded a whole lot better than queer.


Or he could be another breeder.  Maybe, it was just taking him longer to
get interested in porking the female population than most of the guys we
knew.  Only, he got a piece off a girl last year and still wasn't chasing
after them.  Maybe he really was queer - homosexual - like me.  I didn't
know - and that didn't make any sense at all because we'd been best friends
since we started kindergarten together.

Nothing made sense since I finally realized I loved Frank Ciencias.  I
wanted to make love to him.  Sexual love.  Sucking and fucking.  But only
as one part of our being in love with each other.

That definitely hadn't made any sense, not at first.  I fought against it,
even tried to pretend my feelings didn't exist.  Over this past year,
however, I came to just accept the reality of my love - and my need for
Frank.  It no longer mattered how little sense any of it made.  It just
was.

It had taken me a lot of years to know how I really felt about Frank.  But
it took only a little more than an hour to spill it all to him last night.
At first, Frank thought I was putting him on.  After he figured out I
wasn't kidding, he got uptight and was afraid I was coming on to him.  We
left it we'd get into it more the next day.

Today was the next day.  Frank had been either going to tell me to get lost
or we were going to get around to exploring my love for him - our love for
each other.  Either way, this morning was the beginning of my day of
decision.

"Hi, Frank," I called from the curb the moment he opened the door of his
house.  My Spanish-born buddy jerked as if he had been shot and glanced
quickly around to see if anyone inside the house had noticed me waiting for
him.  Only then did he sprint across his yard to me and the car.

I watched him coming toward me.  His thick wavy hair was so shiny it almost
didn't look black.  His olive-coloring gloriously announced his Spanish
ancestry.  Frank was short and thin.  Even his face was thin, accented with
the slightest wisp of a moustache.

I thought he was gorgeous - okay, maybe that's too strong a word, but Frank
Ciencias was a lot better than handsome.

For the briefest moment, I wondered what it was about the man that turned
me on so.  But the thought was gone almost as soon as it gained my
consciousness.  I was just happy that Frank was going to be with me today,
getting into the car beside me.  And that we were going to face the future
together like grown-ups.  "You don't have to be so fucking obvious,
asshole," he growled as he pulled the door closed behind him.

His words cut like a knife.  "I didn't do anything I haven't done hundreds
of times before."  My eyes misted as I turned away from him and started the
car.

"That was different.  Before you were just being Mark.  Everything was
different before - between us, I mean.  Shit!  Until last night I didn't
know you were just one more cocksucking faggot.  For all I know, you like
to get fucked too."

My stomach suddenly felt as if it had no bottom.  Even my skin felt cold
and clammy in the heat of the early June day.  'What?' I demanded and tried
to form my feelings into words I could say - but failed.  I gulped and
wiped my eyes with the tail of my shirt.

"Shit, Mark.  Just once don't play the wimpy faggot, old buddy.  You're the
guy who opened up this can of worms."  Frank glanced at me, relaxing as the
car pulled away from the curb.  Slowly, a smile grew across his face.

"Mark?"  I glanced over at him and found myself staring into his black
eyes.  "My test isn't until eleven.  You want to get into something before
I have to put my thinking cap on?"

I pulled my eyes back to the road, my hands gripping the steering wheel
hard.  What was Frank saying?  First, he came off like a frigid asshole
and, now, he was suggesting - what?  Getting it on together?  Making love
even?  After what he just said?  Maybe love was stranger than I had already
guessed it was.  "You really want to?" I asked hesitantly.

"Don't you?  Christ!  What's all this shit about feeling something for me?"
He studied me, chewing at his bottom lip.  "You weren't just shitting me
last night, were you?"

I shook my head, my face red - my mind blank.

"Well, Mark, let me tell you - I'd like to get my rocks off.  I've thought
about it ever since last night, and you sure seemed to be saying you were
willing to get in on that kind of action."

My mind was still blank.  I was hearing him, but I wasn't making any real
sense of his words.  All that was getting through to me was the man wanted
to do it with me like I had been hoping he would.  And there was a strange
sense of him being an eagle eyeing me and trying to figure how to chaw down
on me so he got all of me.  That was what I was blanking out on.

"Where, Frank?"  It was all I could do to just keep the car on the road
beneath us.

"How about the reservoir down at Occuquan?  It's pretty close to school-"

"Won't there be people there?"  It seemed to me all I could do was make
feeble excuses now - and all I had dreamed more and more about the past
year was getting Frank into bed so we could make love.  I didn't understand
myself.

"There shouldn't be anybody around this early on a school day - unless
you're trying to chicken out."

My face flamed red.  "Fuck," I growled.  "You got it all, you son of a
bitch."

"You better believe that's what I'm getting.  And I pick the action too -
agreed?"

I shrugged my agreement.

Frank smiled wolfishly.  "Then, let's get our asses over to the reservoir,
old buddy.  I'm getting hot just thinking about it."

We left my Monte Carlo in the car park.  I felt conspicuous as hell as I
stood on the nearly empty span of macadam.  Here I was with Frank; we were
going to walk into the woods in front of us, and we were finally going to
do it before God and anybody who happened to come up on us.

I also felt brazen with Frank's naked cock almost in my grasp.  My buddy
would know how much I loved him then.  The sex we'd share would consummate
that love.  So it could blossom.

There was no way I wanted him having second thoughts.  Not now.  Not as
close as I was to having him.  All it was going to take was the one time
and he'd understand everything.  Just like I would.

I followed after him into the trees that stood between us and the
reservoir.  I didn't allow myself to think about the state employees or
visitors; I was too busy keeping the bastard in my sights - and watching
those cute buns flex in his tight jeans with each step the man took.

Frank slowed down deep into the trees, letting me catch up.  "You got any
preferences?" he asked and his face broke into a wide, knowing grin.  "I
guess you do have those."  He laughed softly.  "I mean as to where we do it
the first time?"

I shook my head.  I was still thinking of those buns I'd been following
through the trees.  "There's got to be a clearing close by," I offered.
"You just keep it up till we find some place quiet and out of the way."

He guffawed.  "I don't have that kind of problem.  Come on."  He started
deeper into the woods.  "At least, we can get off the beaten track," he
said over his shoulder.

Frank came to another stop and pointed.  "See that big maple over there?"
I nodded.

"Well, let's head for it - it looks like as good a place as any."  He
started off at a trot, leaving me to catch up again.

Frank was chinning himself on a low lying limb when I found him.  He was
also naked and my attention immediately riveted on his cock.  It was only
half erect and, maybe, four inches long - but it was already half that in
width - and the head of it was incongruously covered with skin.

He grinned and dropped to the ground.  "This is pretty nice, isn't it, old
buddy?" he asked as I came to a stop in front of him.

I watched as the slab of meat between his legs grew to full staff and the
skin that covered its head pulled back onto its shaft.  It was close to
seven inches long; and it was the most beautiful thing I could ever
remember seeing.  I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

He reached out, took my hand, and wrapped my fingers around his slab of
meat.  I forced myself to look into Frank's face.  I wanted to see some
feeling there.  Anything that was more than just a quick sexual initiation
for me out in the woods.  I wasn't about to be some queer just giving blow
jobs under a tree - not if I had anything to say about it.

"Damn it, come on, Mark."  The impatience in Frank's voice immediately
became the only reality I knew.  "You going to do it - or are you just a
lot of hot air?"

I eased closer to him, trying to make some of the excitement of my dreams
exist for both of us.  I didn't want to just get down on my knees and suck
Frank's cock waiting for me in my fist.  That would be just plain sex.
What I wanted was love.

I put my free hand on Frank's waist, pulling him to me.  My eyes shut as I
leaned toward him.

"Hey," Frank yelped and his hands were immediately on my chest pushing me
back.  "I ain't kissing no guy - you can forget that shit.  Now, come on,
get on this wiener before I put my clothes back on."

"Frank-" I stared at him, not believing this was happening.

"Fuck," he growled.  "I always knew you were full of shit."

"I want something more than just sex," I told him, my voice pleading for
him to understand.  "I want it to be something special between us."

"What's so fucking special about it, Mark?" he growled.  "Here we are -
just the two of us.  You say you want it and I want you to have it."  He
took a step back from me, both of his hands moving to encircle his pole.

"Frank!"  I stared at him in horror.  We weren't communicating at all.

"Come on, Mark.  Prove you want it.  Blow my horn."

Frank Ciencias leaned against the trunk of the tree, watching me.  A naked
Frank Ciencias.  A skinny, short, nearly hairless Frank Ciencias.  The boy
I had known forever.  Frank with a hard, thick cock waiting for me to put
in my mouth.  My friend I wanted to make my lover.  My friend who wanted me
to show him I was queer.

Frank's hands held his tool aimed directly at me.  My resistance frayed.
Frank's cock was hot and ready - and waiting just for me.  And it was what
I had been wanting forever.  I closed the distance between us.

"You do want it, don't you?" he asked, his voice husky now, a friendly
invitation.

I wanted to explain everything again.  I stared at his pole and my knees
seemed to buckle beneath me.  Frank's hands were on my shoulders, helping
me down - towards his cock.

I was on my knees under the tree.  His cock touched my lips, tantalizing me
with its reality.  My fingers went around it.  "Open up, Mark," Frank
whispered, his voice gentle.  "It's all yours - just like you've always
wanted it."

There was nothing else now.  The only need I could understand was suddenly
encased in that thick seven-inch shaft supporting the hot, wide knob
brushing my lips.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, surrendering to the insistence in his
voice, to the immediacy of what I had want all this past year.  My hands
grasped his asscheeks as I buried my face in his bush.

I gagged.  I pulled back quickly, keeping only his cockhead in my mouth,
and blinked away tears.

Frank moaned, his fingers grasping the sides of my head.  "That feels so
fucking good."  His fingers held me by my hair and directed me back along
his shaft.  The flange of his knob spread my tonsils and, this time, my
throat opened up for it.  My hands roamed freely over his ass and thighs
under the tree in the woods that surrounded the reservoir.

He pushed his hips forward slowly and his cock flowed over my tongue.  I
made it into a chute for him.  "Sweet Jesus," he mumbled above me as I
gazed at the black nap coming toward me and held his asscheeks.

He pulled back and my tongue cradled the helmeted head of his cock, folding
around its lower half.  He humped forward again and my lips moved down to
his root, my nose buried in his black nap.  His movement became a steady
one and I kept my lips tight on his shaft.  My throat constricted on his
cockhead.  I was rewarded with moans of pleasure above me.

I tried to swallow the load of spunk that had exploded against the back of
my throat and wanted to hang there like thick snot.

This was nowhere close to my dream of Frank and myself being lovers; it was
reality.  I was the queer who had just given him a blow job.

He groaned from above me and pulled his meat away from me.  "That's enough,
Mark."  He took a step back and leaned against the maple tree to gaze down
at me.  "You did it, Mark," he mumbled in awe.  "You actually sucked me
off."  His eyes blazed suddenly.  "Goddamn, but that was better than I
thought it would be."

I stared at the cock I just had in my mouth, that had just shot several
loads of jizz down my throat.  It was still hard and angry.  My eyes
followed his body up to his face.  There was no love in the eyes that met
mine.

I only saw the speculation in them.  I didn't like the way that made me
feel.  I felt dirty.

"You liked swinging on my tool, didn't you, Mark?"

I blushed.  "It was okay," I allowed as I stood up.  I relished the slight
satisfaction my extra five inches of height gave me as I faced him at that
moment.  And tried not to think of what I had just done.  There'd be plenty
of time later for me to do that - when I was alone and could really give it
my attention.

Frank smiled.  "Your parents are going to be away this weekend, aren't
they?"

"They left this morning," I answered guilelessly.

"And you're going to be home alone the whole weekend?"

I nodded, not understanding why he wanted to know.  He didn't love me.  I
was just a queer to him now I had sucked his cock.  I wasn't even sure we
were friends any more.

Frank's smile broadened and he picked up his briefs.  He started humming
tunelessly.  I watched as he dressed, a kaleidoscope of crazy thoughts
crashing through my mind.

I had sucked him off.  I liked it - at least, I got into it when I was
doing it and got off on it.  There was even a spreading wet, greasy spot on
the front of my safari shorts to prove it.

Frank's thin, tight body was making me think about doing it again - no
matter what he thought of me.  It hurt to watch him stuff his meat into his
briefs, closing it off from me - it was like he was taking something away
from me.

Maybe it wasn't love, but it was better than anything I ever had before.  I
shuddered and put firm clamps on those kinds of thoughts.  I didn't want to
think I was ready to roll over and be queer for Frank or anybody else - not
until I could think what had just happened between us through.

Frank pulled his zipper up and faced me.  "I'll be over tonight, Mark.  We
can really go exploring with nobody there to bother us while we're doing
it."

"I'm not promising anything," I told him.  I suddenly understood why he
asked about the weekend and didn't like the picture I was pretty sure he
had in his head.

He chuckled.  "This morning was just starters for us.  We'll have lots of
fun this summer - only we've got to be cool about it."

"Fun?" I asked suspiciously as Frank began to retrace our steps back to the
car park with me following him.

He glanced over his shoulder, his grin friendlier than I had seen it since
last night just before I spilled my guts to him and started this mess.
"Mark, we both know what we like."  He laughed.  "And there's a whole lot
more for us to check out and do that we'll like just as much.  We're
friends - we can do it all without anybody suspecting a damned thing."

He laughed again a moment later.  "Hell!  We'll be checking it out right
under everybody's nose - won't that be sweet?"

With that, he fell into a silence that lasted until we reached the car.  I
followed in growing shock.  I might have suspected what was going through
his mind, but hearing it put into words was as bad as being beaten over the
head with it.

"It'll be like going kayaking or hundreds of other things guys like us
normally don't ever do," he told me as I unlocked the Monte Carlo's doors,
his voice growing with excitement as he thought it through and fleshed it
out.

"Yeah," I mumbled, wrestling with the fact that I was queer and somebody
knew it.  That Frank knew it and planned to do something about it.

"I mean it.  Look.  It's like going skiing the first time - remember how
really scared we both were when your dad took us to Pennsylvania that first
time?"

I just looked at him over the top of the car.

"Well, getting into something like this - it's scary too in a way."  He
grinned at me and opened his door.  "Especially for you because you're the
one going down on my dick.  Only, no lightening bolts struck you and my
pole didn't break off or anything.  It's like going down that beginner's
slope in Pennsylvania the first time - it's frightening because you've
never done it before.  You didn't have any frame of reference-"

"So, you'll go along with me?" I asked hesitantly as I slipped under the
wheel and he got into the car.  I pulled out of the car park and started
for the junior college campus.

"Shit, yeah."  He chuckled.  "We've already done the beginner's slope this
morning.  You took the plunge - the rest is just honing your skills,
testing your wings.  The easy shit.  And I liked what you did."  He laughed
again.  "Mark Edwards, let me tell you - I'm getting some real good ideas
for us to try out tonight."

"You just said you'd go along with me-"

He grinned.  "I sure will, old buddy.  I really liked getting my cock
sucked off.  I can just imagine the rest of what you can do for it.  Shit!
We're going to have ourselves some real fun now you've decided you like
dick and I know I like what you do with mine-"

He paused for a moment and grinned across at me.  "Yeah, I don't have to
jerk off all the time now I've got you to take care of my meat for me.  At
least, not until I get through school and have to start thinking about
girls and marriage."

"I don't-"

"You don't what, Mark?" he demanded looking straight at me.  "You liked
slurping on my meat.  You can't start denying that now - I'm not going to
let you.  So, you'll be doing plenty of that this summer - just like we're
going to do the rest of it."

"Frank - maybe what we did was a mistake," I offered hesitantly.  I knew
what he was thinking.  He was planning on fucking me in the ass.  He wanted
me to be queer all the way.  Just for sex.  He wanted me to be his personal
queer.

"It wasn't a mistake," he told me angrily as the car pulled to a stop in
front of his class building.  "You know it and I know it - it was right for
you.  You're on the beginner's slope and you've got to master it so you can
go on to bigger and better things."  He grinned.  "That's what tonight's
going to be about-" He opened the door.  "I'll be over about nine."

Silence hung over the interior of my car as I drove him to school.  He
leaned back in the seat with his eyes shut and a shit-eating grin on his
face.  My eyes were on the road and my jaw was clinched.  I tried to
understand how I got my ass into this mess.

I knew one thing as I turned the car back toward Falls Church after
dropping Frank off at his test.  Mark Edwards was one fucked duck.  Worse,
far too much of me was actually looking forward to what the night would
bring.  Holy shit!

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In addition, I'm overweight.  It's come from sitting in front of my
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