Date: Mon, 25 Dec 2000 20:05:31 -0500
From: insanevisionary@hotmail.com
Subject: Barton Hardwick 4-5

He leaned into me and put his lips on mine.  This time there was no pee
emergency, and we kissed again - a little longer this time.
  I put my hand around his waist and felt his around mine.  I could feel my
boyhood harden against the cotton of my briefs, and my hips tingled.  Our
lips still together, our bodies touched and I felt something press against
my shorts.
  Barton was getting hard too!
  My face hot with blush, I pulled my mouth from his and said, "We better
get going."
  He nodded again.  Damn he was good at that.
  "What took you two so long?" my Mom asked when we got to the car.
  "Oh, a little kid got lost in the woods and we helped him out," I lied.
  We sat in the back together on the way home and Barton "accidentally" set
his hand down on top of mine.
  I didn't notice if there was a bulge in his shorts, but there sure was in
mine!


    More to come, you bet!
                              Biffatlas88@Netscape.net

Well all that's good is worth waiting... The boys have begged me to write
them and thanks for the responses.


  When we got to his house I was dying to ask if he could come back and
stay at our house but I couldn't get the words out.
  He got out of the car as my Mom said, "Thanks for coming along, Barton. I
hope you liked the fireworks, and welcome to our town."
  I didn't want him to go.  My eyes were glued to his, but he turned and
said, "It was really fun, thanks," then he glanced quickly at me and then
back to my Mom, "I hope we can get together again real soon."
  Then he reached real quick and grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze.
  His eyes met mine again.  He smiled a little.  "See ya."
  "See ya," I squeaked.
  Damn.  Dammit John!  Ask if he can stay!!!  What the Hell's the matter
with you??!!
  I watched from a car that was going anywhere but where I wanted to be as
he turned and walked up the drive.
  On the way home I had time to think and my Mom didn't say anything.
  When we got home I got out of the car realizing I was still sitting in
the back seat.
  "You feeling OK hon?"
  "Yeah, why?"
  "Nothing, just asking."
  Jeez, thanks Mom.
  She knew.
  Was there a hidden camera on us in the woods?  Did she have
super-sensitive hearing when I told him I liked him?
  We walked into the house and I headed for my room.
  "John?"
  "Yeah, Mom?"
  "Are you sure you feel alright?"
  "Yeah, Mom.  I'm just tired I guess."
  "OK, well I'll see you in the morning then.  Gnite."
  "G'nite, Mom."
  I went into my room and got undressed.  I looked at myself in the mirror
and wondered what Barton looked like.
  I pulled clean underwear out of a dresser drawer, shut it and opened one
that had pj's in it.
  By habit I walked out into the hall and down to the bathroom.  Better go
before bed.
  I flushed the toilet and walked back into my room, slipped my pajamas on,
turned out the light and crawled into bed.

  Behind my eyelids fireworks went off.
  The whole night played itself out again.  Our hands searching each
other's out in the grass.  Our kiss.  Our second kiss.  The look in his
eyes as he left.
  Damn he was cute!
  Why am I thinking about him?
  Why am I thinking about him like this?  Why did it feel so good when he
squeezed my hand?  Why do I wish I was with him right now?

  I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew my dad was by my
bed.
  "Hey buddy, sorry I missed the fireworks."
  I reached up to hug him.  "Hi Daddy."
  "Your Mom said you seemed a little out of sorts tonight so I thought I'd
just come in and see if you were OK.  You feel alright?"
  I nodded my head still full of sleep, "Yeah, I'm not sick or anything."
  "OK, Good... Just checking.  Go back to sleep now."
  "K Dad."
  I slipped back into the bed and heard him get up.
  "Daddy?"
  "Yes baby?"
  "You gonna?..." Baby?  He hadn't called me that since I was sick with
the measles when I was 8.  Was I OK?  "You gonna be here tomorrow?"
  "Yeah, you bet, bud.  I'll see you in the morning, OK?"
  "K, Dad," I sighed.
  The door closed and I pulled the blanket up.
  Fireworks went off in the summer sky behind Barton's face.
  A girl smiled.
  A little boy went pee.
  Soft lips touch mine.
  Something strained against clean white briefs.
  I fell asleep again.


Barton 5

  The rest of that weekend went by pretty slow.

  Barton and I met up a couple times in school the next week and Eddie
Fortin had been suspended for a week for hitting a teacher -- his second
time, once more and he'd be expelled and gone for good.  Yeah!

  On Tuesday we made arrangements to walk together to the little store in
town and get ice cream comes and have his Dad pick us up there.

  The last bell rang at last, and I met Barton in front of the school.

  He was already waiting, hands full of books as usual.  He smiled as I
walked up.  "How you gonna eat ice cream and hold all those books at the
same time?" I asked.

  "I don't know," he shrugged as we started to walk.

  The sidewalk led past part of the football field and down a slight hill
toward the tennis courts.  A few kids from the Junior High team were
practicing their serves while the others sat on the grass waiting for the
boys coach to show up.

  Mr. Heston was a tall skinny man with a surprisingly loud voice who
taught High School history.  You could hear him yell sometimes from the
classroom across the hall, and I was sort of afraid of him.

  As we walked past the tall chain-link fence that surrounded the courts
Barton said, "I guess you could hold some of them for me."

  "Huh?"  I had been watching the boys on the courts tossing balls up and
hitting them.

  "My books," he said.

  "What?  Oh.  Your books.  Yeah.  I guess I could.  You got enough there
for both of us.  I thought you had a backpack."

  "I forgot it at home this morning."

  "OK, well whyn't you gimme a couple then?  Maybe it'll make me look
smart.  What's that one?" I asked reaching for the biggest one on the
bottom.

  "Geography," he said as he pried it out.

  I took the book from him and grabbed the one on top too.  "English
Composition?  That's a ninth-grade class isn't it?"

  "Yeah.  So's the geography," he said.

  "Oh."

  We walked past the tennis courts and came out on Main street.

  The store was not too far away in the center of town across from the
commons, where there were benches and trees and a pool with colored lights
at the bottom and a fountain that froze over into a tower of ice in the
winter.

"Barton?"

"Yeah?"

"You're pretty smart, huh?"

He shrugged.  "I guess so.  Why?"

"Well I was just thinking... if you showed me some of the stuff in these
books, then maybe next year I'd already know some of the stuff in `em and
maybe I'd get better grades, than like C's and D's like now... and my Mom
wouldn't be so mad at me, an... well, you know.  Whadd'ya think?"

Barton shrugged again.  "Maybe.  I don't know."

"You think I'm too dumb to learn all that stuff, huh?"

"No."  He stopped and looked at me.  "It's just... it's just that if you
want to learn this stuff," he held up the rest of his books, "You gotta
work hard and concentrate and like what your thinking about."

He looked so serious.  I almost laughed.  But it was like when I put my
hand on his at the fireworks and he was still looking up into the sky,
watching.

I nodded this time.  "So if I wanna learn geography then I gotta like it as
much as video games?"

He smiled.  "Well maybe not that much, but yeah."

"Well, what if I just like the teacher?"

Barton turned bright red.  "Cut it out," he said as we started walking
again.

The day was definitely warm enough for ice cream, and we were both warm
enough when we got to the store.  Barton's blonde hair was all sticky and
sweaty around his ears and I could feel my back was warm and wet.  But DAMN
he looked better than any cute girl I'd ever seen, and he didn't even
complain about being too hot and having to walk.

We got our cones and went outside to wait for his Dad.  After a minute I
headed across the street towards the common.  "C'mon," I called over my
shoulder.

I went to a bench and sat.  Barton followed and we dumped our books and
concentrated on melting ice cream.

Both our free hands went to the bench and met there as he sat.  I looked at
him, his mouth lined with Double Chocolate and his eyes wide.

Geez!  It happened again!  Don't let go John!!

I grabbed his hand and squeezed.

"Oh... Shit," I whispered as I looked around.  "Sorry."

I watched as Double Chocolate dripped onto Barton's hand.  "Uh, can I try
some of that?"

"Huh?"

"Your ice cream."

"Oh, sure..."

I took his cone and offered him mine, and then we switched back.

We sat and finished our ice cream, watching the fountain and the cars going
by, all the time watching for his Dad's van.

Oh, the stuff that was going around in my head.  I just tried to hold his
hand, right here on the town common!

"Barton?"

"Yeahhh..."

"I think I really like you.  I mean..."

He crunched down the last of his cone, wiped his hand on his pants and
turned to me.  "I know.  Me too.  It's kinda neat."

  "I know, but do you think we're being bad?  I mean we're both boys, an
boys are supposed to like girls an, I don't know but I just can't help it
an I think you're real cute."  Oh my GOD.  I SAID it!!  I just told another
boy I think he's cute!

Barton stood up.  "C'mon, we gotta go."

What?  Didn't he hear me?

Crap!  What did I say that for?

"C'mon John, we gotta go," he said reaching for books.

I couldn't move.  What the Hell?  I just stared up at him.

"It's OK," he said.  "I don't know if we're being bad or anything, but I
liked you since the first time I saw you.  You were so nice to me, and you
are the one who is cute, but we gotta go now, my Dad is here!"

I looked across the grass and saw his Dad's van parked at the store.

"Oh, OK."  I got up and followed him across the street and into the van.

We rode home in the back together in silence.

When we got to my house I got out.  "See ya." I smiled.

"See ya... Uh John?"

"Yeah?" I asked.  I followed Barton's eyes to the books I was still
holding.  "Oh, sorry.  Here."

I glanced into the front as his Dad turned his head not in time for me to
see the big grin on his face.  Shit!!

Our driveway could have been a lot longer that night.

Crap!  He said I was cute.  Well, at least when I woke up with a boner
tonight I knew I probably wouldn't be the only one thinking about another
boy.  Haha.

I knew I was going to kiss him again real soon, and I was going to like it,
bad or not.  I smiled to myself and the world at that.  The birds moved and
chattered in the trees around and above me.  I couldn't wait to find out
what was for supper.


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