Date: Sun, 11 Jul 2004 08:43:18 -0700 (PDT) From: reid Subject: Blue Sky 12-13 [gay/interracial] BLUE SKY by reid -12- Normally, I didn't like to walk. It made my feet hurt and there seemed like little to no point in doing so. But that day with Teddy, walking felt like the most natural, pleasurable thing I'd ever done in my life. Walking along side him in that ritzy, upper-class neighborhood filled with rich kids and doctors. We both felt equally out of place in such an environment, but we didn't care. As we walked, I learned more about him. He told me about his mom and how she'd been a single parent for all of his life. He told me about coaching soccer, working with deaf kids, his sophomore year at UCLA, his love of crossword puzzles and bowling. We talked about everything, even things about me. But that was at his insistence. I never did ask him "what" he "was" in terms of ethnic background. I figured it would have been asking me "what" I "was" and then having to explain my background in specific European countries. I couldn't speak a word of Italian or German so I wouldn't have reacted with too much respect. The last thing I wanted to do with Teddy was give him reason to not like me. Our walk ended as we went back up Kylie's driveway, the afternoon rapidly turning to dusk. Several times, I'd wanted to hold Teddy's hand. It was an instinctual thing. There was just something so touchable about him. Huggable. Squeezable. He looked so soft and warm. It made my arms burn in a pleasurable way to think about holding him. As Teddy walked up the steps onto the porch, I finally took a long overdue look at his ass. It was tight and round. Very firm looking. It was definitely a soccer player's ass. I wanted to reach out and grab two handfuls of it and squeeze. My palms itched at the thought, my fingers stiff with the desire. As we went in the front door, he held it open for me. I felt another little tickle in my stomach. I'd never known how much I wanted a gentleman. I wanted somebody that would do classy stuff like that for me. As he held the door open, Teddy beckoned me through and I couldn't help but smile. Something about him made me happy. We stood in the foyer together. I wiped my hands on my hips, hurriedly scanning my registry of witty conversation extenders. Only about half of a second passed in real time, but in my head, the clock was moving at half-speed. I feared that if I didn't come up with something decent or charming to say, Teddy would see right through me. He smiled, "So what do you think?" "About what?" Teddy shrugged, "Anything." "Well," I sighed as we walked into the living room, "I think my feet are about ready to fall off." Teddy laughed as we sat down on the white tweed sofa. I sat on the far left cushion and he sat on the center one, his bare knee only a few inches from mine. The hem of his shorts pulled up when he sat down and I could see the little black hairs on his legs. In my minds eye, I saw my tongue slowly tracing over each of the hairs, feeling them tickle my tastebuds. It was only the next in a long line of sexual images that had forced their way into my imagination that day. I opened my mouth to speak but closed it in a hurry. Somehow, everything I wanted to say to Teddy just sounded so cliched. I rubbed my eyes and leaned back into the couch, staring at the ceiling and hoping for some divine inspiration. After a few seconds of silence, I became aware that no help was forthcoming. "Did I pass the test?" Teddy asked. "What do you mean?" He shrugged again, "I don't know." "You seem cool." I couldn't think of anything more compelling to say. "You seem cool, too," He said, his voice almost shy, "Really cool." I smiled, fighting the natural blush that wanted to spring to my cheeks. I looked down and rubbed my palms on the knees of my pants. The fact that he found me appealing too was enough to make my stomach jumpy again. I swallowed hard and regrouped my thoughts. "Do you want to - hang out sometime?" I asked, internally disgusted with my own 8th grade flirting. Teddy didn't seem to notice. He smiled and shifted his weight on the couch. I took a perverse pleasure in the fact that my affection made him nervous. It seemed pretty fair since he'd done exactly the same to me. His nervousness made me want to cuddle him and make everything okay - which meant my protective side had been triggered. That feeling made me nervous because I knew that "the" guy would likely make me feel needed in such a way Teddy had been making me feel all sorts of "long term" feelings while we were together that day. As much as I scolded myself, it seemed odd to me to have those feelings about someone I'd never pictured myself with. It was a dirty feeling. I felt a light sensation on my hand. My eyes darted down and I saw that Teddy was holding my hand. Maybe not really "holding," but he was cradling it gently in his own hand. His fingers were dry and soft, paler than the back of his hand. They felt strong, too. Goosebumps ran up my bare arm and I shivered. The contrast between our skin colors was striking at first, but then it became somehow - natural. He leaned in and softly kissed me on the cheek. His lips were gentle and soft, touching my skin with their warmth for a fleeting second. After I pulled away, I could still feel their touch on my jawline. Another shiver ran through my body and I shifted on the couch, my head suddenly feeling light. "Yes, I do want to hang out sometime." He said softly. Teddy squeezed my hand for emphasis. I fell in love with him right then. -13- In the months since we'd met and started dating, I'd become a great deal less stupid about the idea of us being an "interracial" couple. I'd met his mom and his sisters, been to his house, looked at the photo albums, watched him work with the kids, all of it exceedingly normal and - just normal, really. There wasn't any fancy term for it. As we'd gotten more and more familiar with each other, Teddy had become quite physically affectionate. His friends, whom I'd gotten along with quite well, told me that he was just like that with people. Working with kids had made him quite comfortable with the physical expression of friendship. Even with the hugging and nudging and piggy back rides, his touch still made me shiver. Four months later and we still hadn't past - the point. _The_ point. The point of no return for a couple. The physical love that dared not speak it's name. Whatever name you wanted to call it, Teddy and I hadn't done it - literally. We kissed and did some over-the-underwear touching, both would have kept me happy, but we had yet to go all the way. It was my doing, actually. I'd wanted to "wait" for some reason I couldn't put words to. Teddy, bless his heart, hadn't pushed me. He'd accepted my desire to wait with halting willingness and patience. Even though I knew full well that he had a difficult time resisting the urge. Yet, he did. He resisted the urge. For me. It was raining that day. I'd gone over to his family's house to drop off a new windbreaker I'd gotten at cost for his sister. Angie had shown me where the spare key was and I let myself in, finding the house empty and quiet. After dropping the bag on the couch, I stood at the patio door and looked out at the water. The rain was causing thousands of little ripples. It gave me goosebumps to watch it; cloudy, lightly rainy weather being another of my "cues." The door opened and I turned around to see Teddy quickly entering. He was wearing a blue hooded sweatshirt, baggy blue sweatpants, and thong sandals. Water clung to his hair and dotted his shirt in tiny little dark spots. He ran his fingers through his hair, shaking some of the water to the floor. The dampness spiked his hair in shiny peaks. Something about Teddy playing with his hair always appealed to me. I didn't say anything and when he turned around, he smiled. It was a pleasant smile. A "happy to see you" smile. It was a "I want your penis to throb in every hole I've got" smile at it's core. I knew it well. My own expression had to be giving off the same vibes. The sexual tension between us had been getting heavy and thick for several weeks before then. Every time we touched, every time perfectly platonic parts of ourselves brushed against each other, every word, every shared experience seemed to radiate a desire to fuck like rabbits. It had gotten so heavy that I couldn't even catch a trace of his natural scent without wanting to jack off like a fiend. "Hey," He said softly, unzipping his sweatshirt. I smiled slightly, my stomach turning over on itself. Even from across the room, I could smell him. Slowly, I walked over and steeled myself as I hugged him. He melted into my embrace, his compact body mushing into mine like a warm pillow. My hands shook as I inhaled, his scent going right to my pleasure center. "I didn't shower yet." He said, his voice muffled a bit against my shoulder. "That's okay." Teddy hugged me back, holding us close together in the silence of the empty house. I ran my hand up to his cheek and stroked it gently, looking down into his eyes. At that point, I was holding onto him more to keep from keeling over due to my weak knees. Looking into the dark irises in his eyes didn't help. Our lips met and we kissed, softly at first and then with more depth. His warm, wet mouth sucked against mine and his tongue darted into my mouth. A pleasured sound escaped me as I let my own tongue play with his. Boldly, I let my hands run down his back and under the waistband of his sweat pants. I wrapped my fingers around the tight mounds of his ass and squeezed gently, fondling his muscles. Teddy moaned into my mouth and kissed me harder, shoving as much of his tongue into my mouth as possible. It felt like a hot, wet snake forcing its way into mouth. Our kissing became more passionate and I felt Teddy's hands run up and down my back, his long fingers silky against my skin. I pulled my mouth from his and looked down again. His face was flushed slightly, sweat shining on his forehead. He panted and gulped air, more sweat forming on his upper lip. He was pretty accurate when he said he hadn't showered - but I didn't mind. His scent was just that much more noticeable and it turned me on that much more. Teddy suddenly buried his face in my neck and began to suck at the skin, a louder yelp escaping my mouth. As his hot mouth teased the tender surface of my muscles, his hands moved from my back onto my stomach. He ran his hands over my abs and then, in one impulsive motion, reached down and grabbed my hard cock through my pants. I moaned and jerked my hips back, taken completely off guard by how wonderful it felt. Teddy, however, looked ashamed. "I'm sorry, Shawn," He panted softly, "I just - it felt right - I don't know--" I didn't let him apologize anymore. I took his face in my hands and pulled it back against mine, our lips mashing together. Between the wet kisses, I leaned down and picked Teddy up gently. He moaned and wrapped his legs around my waist, his tongue going crazy in my mouth. Slowly, I carried him through the empty house and down into his room in the basement. When I set him on the foot of the bed, he looked at me. "Do you want to?" He gasped, "I mean, are you--" I interrupted him again and kissed him deeply. I directed him back onto the bed and laid him out across the blankets. Spreading his legs and arms widely, I ran my hands over his gorgeous soccer legs through the sweat pants. Teddy shuddered and let his head fall back as his legs shook under my hands. Slowly, I removed his sandals and stroked the tops of his feet, fondling his ankles. Teddy moaned and arched his back when I let my thumb enter the gap in his ankle. With the tip of my thumb, I massaged the open space, feeling the rough surface of the bone underneath. Teddy moaned again as I ran my hand up his left leg, pushing the sweatpants up and exposing the soft, brown skin of his leg. Almost on instinct, I ran my fingers over the smooth surface of his tattoos, knowing where to trace them almost exactly. I slowly crawled up the bed, laying myself down on top of him with the utmost care, feeling the softness of his body under me. I touched my mouth to his and kissed him gently, feeling the soft skin of his fingertips as he stroked my cheek. I moved my hand up under his shirt and onto his chest. I paused over his heart and pulled back from the kiss, looking down into his eyes. Teddy's breath caught in his throat and his heart sped up. I stared into his eyes, feeling myself sink into them. He squirmed under me and the look of hunger in his eyes was so arousing. I felt his heart thumping against my hand like a steady drum beat, a similar throbbing against my thigh. I knew how badly we wanted me and it felt good. What happened next was foggy in my memory, perhaps because of the pure pleasure that it involved. I remembered the sensation of his hard penis swelling my mouth, the taste of his hot cum in my throat. His body tensing as I prepared to enter him. His body expanding and drawing me in, pulling every inch of my cock into his tight, hot ass. They were all such simple, animal sensations but they held so much weight in my heart. After we finished, we laid there in his bed for a long, long time. The sound of the rain ticking against the small windows in the basement was beyond relaxing. The sensation of his warm skin pressed on mine, our naked bodies together with nothing to hide. His heart thumping peacefully against my chest. The feeling of his soft hair as I ran my fingers through it. All the sensations in the afterglow were almost better than the sexual acts themselves. The cuddling. I never thought it would have been so amazing. Teddy stirred against me under the covers, the soft blue fabric rubbing my body nicely. I stroked his bare back, enjoying his firm muscle against my hand. I curled my toes at the foot of the bed, feeling the joyous cracking in each joint. Everything was so warm. I smiled and snuggled down under the covers, not worried about the time or the weather. "So do you still respect me?" Teddy said softly, draping his arm over me. I smiled and felt the warm feeling in my stomach. "You have no idea." I said, nuzzling his neck deeply. Teddy rolled onto his back and wrapped his arms around me, our bodies melding together once again. We kissed, our lips mashing together and our tongues playfully swiping one another. I straddled Teddy's hips and looked down at him, admiring the handsome darkness of his features. I circled his left nipple with my thumb, feeling it stiffen slightly. Another warm shiver ran through my body as Teddy ran his hands up my body, squeezing my ass with his strong grip. I murmured and laid back down, feeling him hug me even closer. I buried my face in his neck, inhaling and making myself dizzy on his scent. At that moment, I wondered why I'd ever needed beer or liquor when such an intoxicating drug was so readily available. He sighed contentedly. I squeezed him and felt a happy shiver run through his body. How I could possibly have such intense feelings for another human still seemed alien to me. More specifically, how Teddy could have engendered those feelings. Never before had I felt so bonded with someone. It was actually enough to not notice the weird looks we got. Being gay and with a guy is noticeable enough when you're both the same color. Being gay when there's a fairly visible contrast between the respective skin tone definitely finds a way to stand out in a crowd. At Teddy's behest, I'd learned that one good thing was that people were too grossed out by it to register that we were gay. How he managed to laugh at it mystified me. Yet, he did. He found a way to find it funny. Being with him, I was finding a way to find it funny too. I was finding lots of things funnier than I would have before. Things weren't pissing me off as easily as they were before. I wasn't feeling the urge to throw fists quite as often as I'd used to. The things that people said were rolling off my back. Some might say it was the lack of alcohol in large doses, but my pride didn't want to admit it. TO BE CONTINUED ... 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