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page. Copyright 2005. The author is Andrew van Ryan. As this is a true
story, from time to time there are certain individuals who are named by
their true names. These are people in the public eye and appear here
only as they did as the situation occured in fact. In no way
should the reader assume these people are gay. They are not, and they
are never depicted as being such. The song "When you walk in the room"
was written by Jackie DeShannon. She retains all copyright to her song.
That said, let's continue with my story!
It's a boys' life!
by Andrew van Ryan
copyright 2005
Part 10
I had made
my way to the hidden alcove in the barranca after school that day. I
knew my mom was home so I cut down Citrus Avenue to where a path led
down to the floor of the deep gorge, then made my way along the tiny
creek to where I could push through some Scottish broom bushes which
hid
my secret place from view. Once inside the little clearing, I quickly
stripped off all my garments and proceeded to get myself hard with
long, slow strokes. My cock was four and 3/8 inches long, when fully
blood-engorged I knew this 'cause I'd measured it that morning.
Lately, I'd been measuring it a lot and It proved to be growing in
length each time.
I was small for being a sixth grader, but since my
first wet orgasm three months before, my cock had begun growing in
length.
It even seemed a bit thicker when I jerked it the last few times.
Standing with my legs slightly apart, I continued stoking myself until my cock was fully hard. I
was at the point where I would normally pick up the pace when I heard a
twig snap behind me. I turned in a flash and nearly screamed with
fright! There, half hidden behind a bush was the new kid from my
school, and he was totally naked!
"What the hell are you doing?! I
shouted.
"Same thing you're doing." he replied
calm and quietly. "At least I was 'til you showed up."
"This is my secret place!" I protested,
covering my hard on with both hands. Matt started to giggle.
"Yeah, I know." he smiled. "I followed
you here yesterday and watched you beat off." As he spoke, he slowly
stepped out from behind the bush until he was standing directly in
front of me, not hiding a thing. I didn't respond to his admission of
spying. I was in total shock, I think. He gazed straight into my eyes
and spoke softly.
"So, can we beat off together?"
I found myself suddenly staring at his cock, which
was very hard and pointing up towards my face. I blushed, knowing I was
gawking at his stiffy, but I couldn't speak.
"Hello?" he said softly.
I swallowed hard, remembering where I was.
"No!" I protested. "I..I.... I don't
even know who you are!"
Matt smiled at me before he continued.
"OK, how 'bout we sit here and
talk." he said and pointed to a spot where the grass had all been
crushed over. "My name is Matt and you're Andy, right?"
I was blown away by his cool attitude. Matt just has
this natural way of making me feel at ease, even then, when I was naked
and didn't know him. We ended up talking for over two hours that
afternoon and never did jack off. That happened a few days later and we
quickly became jack buddies, yet it was still a long time before we
ever touched each other. We both knew we wanted to, but there was a
nervous
sexual tension between us. Mostly due to my upbringing, I think.
Love was the ultimate in life and just having sex was supposed to be
wrong. It was always more than sex with Matt and
me, so when we eventually did go all the way, I was happy for doing so.
Now I knew
deep down that I'd blown it by not becoming his boyfriend,
but hey! There's always tomorrow, right?
Just then, a car passed by Grandmas house and the
sound of it brought me back from my daydreams. I needed to get home now
and
ask my mom about school on Tuesday. Tomorrow would be Labor Day, so I
hoped some of the shops in town would be open. I needed new clothes
because there
was no way I was gonna wear hand me downs from my older brother, Les.
I'd
been wearing his castoffs most of my life, but Tuesday was the first
day of eighth grade
and wearing his old shit would make me like a leper amongst the other
students.
I locked up Grandmas and headed home. This time
instead of using the path between the trees, I
walked on the middle line of the street that ran in front of our
ranch, alternating between skipping
and dancing as I went. When I got close to our house, I spotted the
car
belonging to my sisters friend Rosemary Butler, parked in our driveway.
My sister
and
Rosemary were best friends and they sang together in the local coffee
house. Mostly folk music, but some OK stuff too. I ran up the walk to
the house and swung open the front door. Sure enough, Rose and my
sister were in the living room, singing and playing music. My sister
had her guitar on and Rose was sitting at my mothers grand piano,
playing along. As
soon as she spotted me, my sister stopped playing and called to me.
"Andy! Come sing with me!" she shouted.
I loved singing harmony with her. She had been
teaching me for a while now and so I rushed to join them.
"Let's sing Dream." she grinned.
Katri started strumming the chords to the Everly Brothers song and we
began.
Now, my voice is still higher than most
guys, and maybe higher than some girls, so I sang Phil Everlys parts
while my sister sang Don Everlys' lead vocal. I loved doing this song,
'cause we sounded so good together! When we finished I was startled to
hear someone clapping their hands together, so I quickly turned around
and there in
the far corner of the room sat Rosemary's friend, Jackson Browne.
Jackson was a senior at Sunny Hills High school and wanted to be a
musician. He played guitar and sang folk and some new stuff, but he
also wrote his own songs, which weren't very good. At least I didn't
think so. Katri and Rosemary thought his songs were good, but they
really weren't! I hated listening to him sing and I realy hated the way
he treated me like a little kid!
"Bravo!" he snickered. "Except you
sound like the Everly Sisters, instead of the Everly Brothers."
"Hello, Jack..." I mumbled, so he
couldn't hear me add "..Shit."
"Andy, Rose and I are going to a party
with Jackson. Mom left some dinner on the stove and Les won't be home
until midnight. Mom and Dad went to see some friends in Fullerton and
they won't be home until late. If you get lonely, you can go up to
grandmas and sleep there, OK?"
I nodded my head and watched as she packed up her
guitar and the
three of them headed out.
"Good bye, Jack!" I sneered and waved
until the
front door closed. "Off!" I added after it shut.
"Jackson... What a dick! He'll
never be a recording artist!" I huffed. "Fuckin' jerk!"
Hungry as always, I headed to the kitchen and ate
til I was stuffed! I giggled to myself thinking of what my Maternal
Grandmother would say if she ever heard me use the word "stuffed". Her
being such a
proper Englishwoman, and me speaking like a foul mouthed Sylvester the
cat, what with my lisp and all!
I finished up and went to my room, where I
discovered a pile of clothes on my bed with a note.
"Andy" it read. "Your sister bought
these for you. I'm not too sure if I like them, but we'll talk about it
tomorrow. Love, Mom."
The shirt on top was chartreuse with white pokka
dots. "Cool" I thought to myself. Looks like something a "Mod" would
wear. My maternal Grandmother, like I said, was English and still very
up on
current events in the UK. She had told me how my cousin in London was a
Mod. Had something to do with motorcycle gangs or something weird like
that. Anyway, my cousin had sent some pictures and all his friends were
wearing cool clothes, and some even wore shirts like this one my sister
had bought for me. I grinned, understanding exactly why my mother would
want
to talk about these clothes, Of course I decided right then to wear the
shirt to school Tuesday morning!
I didn't feel like watching TV, so I gathered my new
wardrobe from on my bed. Setting them aside, I proceeded to lie down,
clasp my hands behind my head and sink into my pillow. Staring at the
ceiling, I soon became aware the room was too quiet. I reached over to
my
nightstand and switched on the radio. Dave Hull was reading some of
the days news, and when finished he announced KFWB was going to play
one of my favorite songs. The guitar intro started and The Searchers
sang to me.
"I can feel a new expression, on my face
I can feel a glowing sensation taking place
I can hear the guitars playing lovely tunes
Every time that you, walk in the room."
I smiled to myself, as I was still thinking of Matt.
The song continued and I began to listen very closely to the
lyrics.
"I close my eyes for a
second and pretend it's me you want
meanwhile I try to act so nonchalant
I see a summer's night with a magic moon
Every time that you walk in the room."
It seemed as if I was hearing the song for the first
time and it was actually about my thoughts!
"Maybe it;'s a
dream come true
Walkin' right along side of you
Wish I could tell you how much I
care
But I only have the nerve to stare."
"Oh, my god! This song is about me and Matt!" I
cried to myself.
"I can feel a
somethin' pounding in my brain
Just anytime that someone speaks
your name
Trumpets sound and I hear
thunder boom
Every time that you walk in the
room,
Yes every time that you walk in
the room."
I was suddenly very aware of just how
much I loved Matt and how much I wanted to be his boyfriend. I realized
it was him all along, standing right there in front of me and now I
couldn't do a damn thing about it 'cause he had Paul and I had Norm.
The revelation was too much all at once for me to handle and I began to
cry.
Continued........
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