This is a story of friendship, commitment, love and trust. It is not a sex story. However, this story deals with love between two male teenagers. If you are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this story. There may be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the main theme. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to read this story where you live, don't read it. Reproducing this story for distribution without the owner's permission is a violation of that copyright.
Just A Story - Chapter 11
I couldn't believe that it had been nearly a month since we had set out to purchase a bike for Charlie. Well, today was the day. Charlie had spent the night at my house so we could get an early start - shopping is where Charlie and I differ completely. Me, I'm in and out - choose the nearest thing to hand and I'm out of there. And whereas Walmart is not my fav it will do cuz of the falling price thing. Charlie, being beyond wealthy, goes for quality and style. You know, the right color, the right fit, and the right look! I think he bonded too well with his personal shopper and shops like a girl!
For example, he decided to join the swim team so of course he needs a Speedo. I get hard just thinking about him in a Speedo! Well, we ended up in Nordstrom's teen department for guys. There was a really cute looking guy in the department, his name was Jordan or something. Charlie finds about a dozen Speedos and asks for the dressing room and goes off to try on a dozen or so Speedos to see which one he likes the best.
I'm casually looking through a rack of clothes, sort off glancing at the sales guy who is sort of checking me out and he comes out to see if I he could help me with anything and we start chatting about fashion or something. I can remember cuz the next thing that happens is Charlie is standing there in front of us with nothing on except - this pair of skimpy, ultra tight Speedos that are so tight that you can tell he's not circumcised!
"Hey, Paul! Do you think these are a little too tight? The color is perfect."
I nodded my head as I started drooling!
"What do you think, dude?" asked Charlie to the Salesperson.
I swear the guy is gay cuz he just nodded his head too! But managed to say after a longish delay, "Yeah, a bit too tight, sort of reveals a bit too much - your teacher might not approve."
"Yeah, I guess you're right, besides my balls feel like they're in my throat!" he giggled.
Charlie spent the next hour trying on the various Speedos and coming out to show us and ask our opinion. I swear if he'd continued any longer both Jordan, the sales guy and yes he's gay, but that's another story, and I would have jumped his bones!
Then he insisted on buying me a Speedo. I chose one. He handed it to me and then whispered to me, "Go try it on, I think he's been checkin' you out! Might as well give him his money's worth so he can see what he's missing and he'll never get. Cuz you're mine!"
"He's gay and he's got a boyfriend," I whispered back.
"You're gay and you have a boyfriend?" Charlie blurted out. Jordan went red with embarrassment and quickly surveyed the area to see if anyone else heard.
"Yes! I'm gay and I have a boyfriend!" I said, trying to cover up his blurt, but then I realize I just publicly announced the fact that I was gay.
"To each his own," said some lady as she walked by us. I turned scarlet! Charlie turned beet red and the lady just smiled and continued on her way. I heard Jordan say under his breath, "Fuck!" Charlie must have heard Jordan and must have thought the worst, turned and ran for the dressing rooms.
"I'm sorry, I'm just not ready to be outed," said Jordan.
"I wasn't either. I can't believe I just did that! He didn't mean any harm...it's just that he keeps forgetting that people...don't accept us."
"Thanks for the cover up, Paul."
"K. I better go get my boy," I said.
"I'll come with you. I think he thinks I'm pissed with him. I was sort of, but then I think I was looking a little too hard. So I sorta brought it about myself!"
We walked back to the dressing rooms.
"Charlie?" I called.
"What?" he said.
"Let's pay for your stuff and go, K?" I said.
"No. You go, I'll call a cab...I'm really sorry, Paul." He was crying and my heart was breaking.
"Charlie, I love you - look, no harm was done. K? So some strange lady knows I'm gay! So what! It's no big deal!"
"Jordan knows. He was pissed at me and I don't blame him! I'm so damn stupid! What if that lady was his boss or mother or something?"
"There's somebody else there with you...isn't there! Oh, God!"
"Charlie, it's just me, Jordan. It's cool, dude! I was a little pissed, but it was partly my fault - I should have said something to you...I enjoyed your fashion show...you got a great bod, dude! I mean awesome!"
"Yeah, I uh noticed. But my bod, it's reserved for one person only...Paul...Jordan, are you sure you're not mad at me? Can we be friends? Maybe Paul and I and you and your boyfriend could go out on a double date or something?"
"Hey! That would be awesome!" he said as Charlie opened the door.
Charlie stuck out his hand and said, "Deal!"
Jordan shook his hand and said, "Deal."
"Cool, let's pay and go."
"No! You got to try these on! Hey! I put on a show for you! It's your turn!" he said as he pulled me into the room and started undressing me.
"Excuse me guys, but uh...no...Uh, hanky-panky...it's..." Charlie shut the door with his foot. Ten minutes later I had to pose in my new Speedo for Jordan and Charlie...I can't believe I did that!
Well, that was two weeks ago. A week later Charlie called Jordan and told him he'd arranged the double date, told him that he had everything arranged. We all were to get our passports ready and we would be going someplace the day before Thanksgiving and coming back the following Monday! But he wouldn't give us any more info. None! Zip! I even told him I'd make mad passionate love if he told me...he said 'NO!' and we still made mad passionate love! Anyway it was Saturday morning.
Imagine you're fast asleep and you wake to the sound of Blink182, 'Dancing with Myself'. Just the singing, not the music and the voice is all that you hear and it's like at full volume. Oh yeah and it's 6:30 a.m. on a Saturday! Well, that's how I woke. Now normally I would have been grouchy as hell, but when I managed to identify the voice and the cute butt wiggling about in front of my half opened eyes, the grouchiness seemed to just disappear. The song repeated and so did Charlie. He's what you call a natural at dancing and better at singing than me. I was getting excited just watching his slim body move about in time to some music I couldn't hear because he was listening to it through the headphones.
"IF I HAD THE CHANCE I'D ASK PAUL TO DANCE!" he sang as he turned around to look at me, expecting to see me sleeping. He suddenly stopped, "Oops! I SORT OF GOT INTO IT. SORRY! DID I WAKE YOU?" he said loudly.
"Headphones," I said.
"Huh? Oh, sorry," he said as he removed the headphones, "I like that song," he said as he dived onto my bed and landed right on top of me. "But I love you more! I'm really sorry I woke you...well...not really!" He wiggled a bit - I was getting really hard. He gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. "Babe, guess what?" he said just above a whisper.
"What, my love?"
He gave me one of his wry smiles.
"It's time to get UP!" and he jumped up off of me. "Remember, bike shop...you promised. SO, no hanky-panky! GET UP!" Then he smiled, seeing my obvious erection, "Well, good morning, Mr. P. You look all excited!" he laughed and headed for the bathroom at a fast pace, then paused before going into the bathroom. "Mr. P, you need to be washed...and blown...and I'm not talking about getting dry!" he giggled and disappeared into the bathroom.
I was in the shower with him in my arms in a flash! Now I'll spare you the details cuz I'm sure you can imagine what two, very horny, teenagers can do in the shower...an hour later we were on our way to the bike shop!
I never realized there so many bike shops in our fair city! We finally ended up at this one bike shop on Henderson Road. Now most of these shops offered a similar selection of bikes ranging from cheap to expensive. No, I don't like the color, I don't like the salesperson, and one kicked us out cuz Charlie was acting like a retard. I'm not kidding, he was pretending to be retarded! At first I was so embarrassed and a little pissed off, but then when we were in the car, pulling out, he looks at me like with this really retarded look and starts drooling, cocks his head to the side and in the most retarded voice says, "Paul, Paul...I love you, will you kiss me?" He puckers up his lips; he's still slobbering, and looks at me with his eyes crossed.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked.
He totally changed back to himself and innocently said, "Doing what? I just asked for a kiss. God! Just a measly little kiss." I couldn't help but smile because he was funny. "What? What did I do?"
I leaned over and kissed him. Right there. In the car, in public, I kissed him!
"You know, it was worth being retarded just to get a kiss like that from you! I guess I do it more, huh?"
I bopped him on the back of the head, "Don't you dare!"
Anyway, we'd been in this bike store for an hour, well to be honest, there was a camping store upstairs and Charlie had to check out the tents and sleeping bags and camp stoves.
"Paul! I want to go camping! And fishing too! Could you teach me to fish? Wow! Look at all this neat stuff! Do you have one of these?"
"Yes, Charlie, I have a flashlight! Look, we're supposed to be shopping for a bike, not camping equipment!"
He sighed and for just a fraction of a second he had a certain look and I knew what the problem was. I knew why he'd been taking so much time and not buying a thing. I knew why he'd acted like a retard.
"You're scared, aren't you? Why?" I said more than asked.
"No. Yes," he said, looking down at the floor. Looking back at me, "What if...what if I can't ride it. What if I buy a three thousand dollar bike and I can't work it or I don't like it or I wreck!"
I smiled and said, "That's cool, you can give it to me!" He smiled. "Charlie, it's not hard, I know you can do it. Come on, let's do it!"
In less than five minutes he'd found the bike of my dreams. A Litespeed - titanium alloy - expensive - very expensive, then came buying all the gear. He found a pair of bright yellow Spandex biking shorts. He was buying two of everything, when he got to shoes he tossed me a pair, "Try them on!"
"Why? I can't afford these and besides my bike doesn't have the right kind of pedals."
"Well, I can. And your bike does have these kind of pedals!" He gave me a wry smile.
"No. It doesn't!"
"Your new bike does! Now try them on!"
"I don't have a new bike," I argued.
"Oh, duh! Talk about retard!" He made his retarded look, then giggled.
I just looked at him like he was speaking some foreign language. The salesperson came up to us "Your bikes are ready, sir."
"Cool! We want all this stuff too! Oh, do you mind if we use your dressing room to change in the biking clothes, cuz Paul is going to show me how to ride a bike?"
I was so confused about what he was talking about. He tossed me a pair of black Spandex biking shorts and a yellow sleeveless bike shirt.
"Dude, I don't need these," I said.
"Dude, if you don't put them on now, I am going to act really, really retarded!"
I figured he just was being nice or something. I don't know why I was being so dense, but I decided to humor him.
When I got out he was laughing and giggling about something with the salesperson. They looked at me.
"Well, come on, let's check out your new bike!"
Have you ever been in a state where everything was like dense fog and then suddenly the fog is gone and it's bright daylight! I saw two Litespeeds; one was his, the other was mine! My own Litespeed! I stood there looking at him and my bike!
I literally ran over to him, grabbed him and kissed him right on the lips! Right in public! Right in front of the salesperson and other customers! I didn't care! At that moment in time he was all that existed; all that mattered or would ever matter!
Life is so good when you're in love!
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