Date: Sun, 04 Feb 2007 21:36:56 +0000 From: Midwest Blue Subject: Tyler's Toes -- Part 1 This never happened...It's all fiction. Tyler was the younger brother of my friend Rick. Rick and I were fifteen when all of this happened. Tyler was two years younger. The brothers had moved down the street from us in late spring, and because they finished the school year out at their old school, I didn't get around to meeting them until the beginning of summer. We actually met at the early summer meeting for football practice, both of us were going to be sophomores the next year, so it was expected that if we wanted to be part of the football team, we would lift weights and be part of summer conditioning. The coach was rambling on about effort and dedication, all of the things high school football coaches like to talk about, even though most of them are old closet drunks or young ambitious guys looking to move up to the next job. It's all just part of the game, which is what my own father, who had played in college reminded me time and again. But I enjoyed it. In any case, I recognized Rick as the new guy from down the street as coach was talking. After the meeting I introduced myself. "I'm Jamie," I said, extending my hand. "Hi," he said. "I'm Rick. I've been meaning to come down and introduce myself." "Me too," I said. "Just been busy." Rick was about my height, a little thinner, with thick curly hair that he had cut short. He was average looking, nothing about him really caught my eye, which I was glad about. I thought, here is a guy I can hang with...nothing really all that sexy about him. "Why don't you come down later," he said. "My grandfather is waiting on me. He needs to get me home so he can go play golf." Rick rolled his eyes. I laughed. I told him I needed to split as well. I had ridden my bike, and wanted to get home before the heat of the day. Here is a little bit about me. My name is Jamie. I'm five-ten and weigh about a hundred and fifty pounds. I lift weights, so I'm on the muscular side, but not too much. I'm a receiver on the football team, so I prefer to keep myself long and quick. Sexually, I'm realizing more and more that guys are attractive, although I do have a girlfriend, a very cool girl named Chris, who is also a jock, but very sweet and cute, but in a sort of boyish way. It's hard to describe, but I'll try to explain as this story goes on. Later that afternoon, after I had ridden home, had some lunch, took a little nap (because football is early in the morning), I headed down to Rick's place. I didn't know what we would end up doing, so I put on a red OSU t-shirt, a pair of khaki shorts and some Nike running shoes without socks. I figured I was set for either hanging out or playing a pick up game in someone's driveway. My parents work, and I'm an only child. I was always pretty much free to do whatever I wanted. I left a quick note letting them know where I was in case I didn't make it home before they did. Then I headed off. I decided to walk, since Rick lived only a little bit down the street. In fact, his house pretty much looked like mine. The same architect designed all of the houses in the neighborhood and there are only three different designs. As I knocked on Rick's door, it was pretty much like knocking on my own. Rick didn't come to the door, instead a cute younger guy did. He didn't look at all like Rick. He was a little shorter, on the skinny side, with blue eyes, very high checkbones and straight teeth. He saw me and smiled. He had the same curly hair, except it was longer, almost to his eyes. "Hey," he said. "You must be Jamie. Come on in, Rick is on the phone. He'll be done in a second. I'm Tyler." He opened the screen door and I stepped into the house. "Shoes off," Tyler said. "My mom is a freak about the carpet." "That's cool," I said, kicking my Nike's off. I noticed Tyler was wearing a North Carolina t-shirt, cut off sweats. He was barefoot, I saw because when I kicked off my shoes, he said, "no socks, huh. I hate socks too." I glanced at his bare feet and he raised on of them and qucikly wiggled his toes. "I don't usually wear socks in the summer," I said. "Unless I'm at practice." "Have a seat," he said, motioning me into the living room, where the TV had a re-run of the latest realworld/road rules challenge. I sat down on the end of the couch. Tyler threw himself down on the other end of the couch, and pulled his legs up under him. "How old are you?" I asked. "Thirteen," he said. "Eighth grade next year?" "Yep," he said, "then on to high school with you big boys." With that he stretched out a leg and pushed his barefoot against my leg and sort of pushed. He laughed as he did it and I didn't think anything of it. I reached down and grabed his foot and gave it a little twist. "But your not there yet," I said. I actually thought about giving his foot a little bit of a tickle, but since I didn't really know him, I just dropped his foot on the couch. Right about that time, Rick came into the living room. He looked at me and said, "Hey Jamie, how long have you been here?" "Just a minute," I said. "Why didn't you tell me Jamie was here dumb ass?" Rick said to Tyler. "It's allright," I said. "Let's get out of here," Rick said. I stood up to go and noticed that Rick had his shoes on...I didn't think too much about it. But later it would all make sense.