Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2000 19:19:54 EDT
From: ballmusic69@hotmail.com
Subject: Gay Male--High School---"That Was Then" Part 2

That Was Then But...? Pt.2
October 16, 2000

This is the second part of a gay relationship account. If anyone is
underage or offended by such, please exit now.

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More of
THE BEGINNING:

    It was Monday, the day "after" and time for school to start. I had
told my mom that my "cold" was better, in case I still looked flushed
from the preceding day's activities. The school bus was late. Lance
didn't ever take the bus, as he got a ride each morning from his dad.
The thirty minute ride seemed two hours long. I was eager to see Lance,
yet, scared to death at what he might say or how he might react. I got
off the bus, but saw no sign of him. In high school we had no classes
together. The first chance I would get to see him was lunch...if I
lived that long.
    Twelve noon came and I entered the cafeteria. I looked far and
wide, left and right until I finally saw him. He was seated at a table
for four with three girls. I froze. Should I approach? Should I wave?
Should I speak or just stand there like a dumb-ass? You guessed it. I
should have started "braying". I went through the cafeteria line only
getting a dessert and a carton of milk. I would probably throw this up
from nerves. Why wouldn't he look at me? Why hadn't he looked for me
with the same anticipation I had had for him? The 30 minute lunch break
was over. The bell rang and now it was time for Activities. He managed
to avoid me and lose himself in the crowd. Seventh and eighth period
classes seemed more like a funeral home wake for me. The last bell rang
and school was over for the day. I went to my locker, got my jacket and
books and raced out the door hoping to catch a glimpse of him. I did, I
saw him getting in the car of two girls who he usually got a ride from
to go home. I waited for the bus. I wanted to break into tears. That,
which was so wonderful, had suddenly turned into a nightmare. The house
was empty when I got home. I picked up the phone and dialed his
number...No answer. I thought I would wait until I knew his parents
were home, after dinner and try to call him again. Seven o'clock, I
called again. His mom answered and I asked to speak to him. After a
long wait, he finally came to the phone.
    "Lance?" I called.
    Silence.
    Again, "Lance, are you all right?".
    "Yeah, sure," he said in a slovenly tone.
    "Are you sorry, sick, guilty,...what? You ignored me all day." I
said.
    "I'm fine. Hey listen, I can't talk, right now. I gotta go" was his
only reply. My heart sank.
    He avoided me the rest of the week, not even speaking in the halls
at school.
    Friday night was football night and we usually went to the Chow
Hound for burgers after the game. We always had. The game was over and
I joined some other friends who were going to the burger dive. As I
started in, I ran into Lance. He smiled and said, "Hi!" as if things
were always the same between us. I said "Hi" in a puzzled reflexion. He
said, "Let's go eat! Did you enjoy the game? We beat the shit out of
them!".
    I sat down, next to him at a table with six other classmates. We,
all, laughed, cut-up, and had a big celebration over the team's
victory. Was it my imagination or was Lance pressing his leg next to
mine under the table? I moved my leg away from his, but he scooted his
further over and pressed me again. Was this physical contact a form of
communication? God, I hoped so. We all started to leave and he said,
"You coming over to the house tonight? I mean, we always go to my house
for the late movie on Friday Night".
    "Of course, why should tonight be different?" I answered.
    We got to his house, went into his bedroom and turned on his 13" TV
he had gotten a pawn shop. Goddammmit! The late show was fucking,
"Battle Cry". Shit! Here I was, going to lie in bed with Lance and
watch Tab Hunter take off his pants all in the same evening.
    Hopefully I asked, "Would you rather turn off the TV and talk?"
    "Hell, no," he said, "I wanna watch "Battle Cry". I've never seen
it." Shit! Shit! Shit! is all I could think.
    We laid down on his bed, side by side, about two feet apart. About
halfway through, before "that scene", Lance reached over and gently
held my hand. Shivers went through my body. Then his leg moved over,
touching mine. We stayed that way for a while until he rolled over on
his side and embraced me, our crotches touching and beginning to
transform into an erect state. He hugged me while grinding his loins
into mine. Almost at the same time we said together, "I've missed you
this week." We laughed. He reached down and started rubbing my crotch
and brought my hand down to touch him there.
   "I needed time to think. I still don't know if what we did last
Sunday was wrong, but I think it would be okay if we did it again. But,
not tonight. Not with my parents here. They are going to visit my
mother's sister tomorrow. Can you come over about 2:30?"
   "I'll be here at 2:29!" was my quick reply. He slid his arm under my
head to use for a pillow and we watched the rest of the movie, just
like a young boy and girl,in love, would. I did keep my right hand
resting on his zipper fly, though.

    Saturday, 2:30 arrived and I knocked on his door. When he opened
it, I was stunned! He was stark naked!
    "Well, are we going to suck or are you just going to stand there
and gawk? We only have 'til five o'clock." he exclaimed.
    We rushed to his bedroom, pulling off my clothes as I went. I was
down to my Jockey shorts by the time we got there. I started to remove
them and he said, "Wait! I'll do that!". He got on his knees and
grabbed the elastic waistband with his teeth and pulled them down. I
was already hard. He knew it and took me all the way into his hot
mouth, touching his tonsils at the back of his throat. He was going
down on me in such a rage, I felt like a big beef bone that had just
been given to a Labrador Retreiver. He wanted me. I wanted him. I
pushed him. He fell backwards and I made a lunge for his big piece of
meat which I now called "mine". After a few minutes of that pleasure,
he turned around and we assumed "the" position, I was so sure I had
invented, and we 69'd ferociously until we both gushed forth a great
white tidal wave. We licked ourselves clean. We looked at each other
and laughed. "Wanna do it again" was written in our eyes. We both made
a dive for each other and did it again... and then again...and then,
the clock was about to strike "five". No wonder Cinderella left her
shoe. She couldn't find it. I know, because I couldn't find where I had
strewn my clothes on the way to my prince's bedroom.
    I left, just as his parents were pulling in the driveway.
    We met, whenever we could, for our short trysts and interludes. One
time we even slipped in the back of the church on a weekday and had sex
in the bathroom, there. Lance, soon was sixteen and his dad, unlike my
mother, thought he was old enough to have his own car, provided he paid
for it out of his allowance and the money Lance was making by sacking
groceries at the local Whitehall Store. Now we could go places and
make-out, away from the houses and from the fear of being "caught" by a
mom or dad. The only thing was, my over-protective mother warned me not
to get in the car with Lance. "He is entirely too young to drive and I
don't want you getting killed in that car!" Shit! Shit! Shit! I would
find a way. I was a born actor. The first time we went off in his car,
had only driven about three blocks and he reached between my legs and
said, "Come on, let me feel that thing!".
    Throughout our entire junior year and most of our senior year we
had sex every chance we got. He started dating a girl and "going
steady" just for "show", as did I. We would take out dates home on
Friday nights, and break our necks to meet afterwards for our weekly
"getting off". I was in love, and I prayed to God, he was too. I knew I
was gay, but we never discussed his choice. I, at times, in my
jealousy, thought he was getting too serious with his "girl". He looked
so "right" with her. Damn, I wanted them to "break up", but it didn't
happen. One Friday night, about two months before graduation. I went by
his house and his car was gone. I, now, was driving my mother's car on
dates (again, for "show"). I decided to drive around and try to find
him at one of our spots. I must have driven close to two hours before I
saw him. As I was waiting for the light to change, he drove by on the
dissecting road. He was not alone. He was not with his girl. He was
with Kyle Phillips, a very attractive, very rich kid from the junior
class. He was taking Kyle home...Home, from where??? This was Friday
night...OUR night...why was Kyle sitting where I should have been. I
followed them and they went into Kyle's fancy five bedroom house. I
waited. I waited an hour. Knowing how late it was getting and also
knowing that my mother would "ground" me for a week for having her car
out so late. I left, crying all the way home...angry, puzzled, but most
of all...hurt. I couldn't or wouldn't believe it. Lance and Kyle? Were
they "doing our thing". God, I was furious.

(to be continued)