Dream Lover
by Hermes
© 2011
Chapter 7
-Sunday-
“Come on, guys... wake up!”
“Man, you guys musta been busy last night. It's almost 10:00. Come on! Get up!”
This was my first recollection this morning. James, bouncing on the bed, yelling at us to get up. The first thing I noticed was that I was sleeping above the covers. The next thing I noticed was Richie spooning up behind me with an obvious protrusion poking me. The third thing I noticed was that James had his hand wrapped around my own elongated sausage, gently stroking.
I looked up at him, smiled, and said, “Good Morning. What do you think you're doing?”
“Dad sent me over to make sure you guys were up. He said he would take us to the mall at about 10:30.” James replied.
I smiled before replying, “I don't think this is the kind of 'up' he meant.” I was pointing at my erection.
That elicited a giggle from James. I turned to my better half still lying on the bed, a smile on his face in his slumber. I realized then how cute he was. Don't get me wrong, I have always thought he was cute, but seeing him sleeping seemed to heighten that feeling.
Kneeling on the bed I kissed him on the forehead. He opened his eyes. “Good Morning, my Angel.” I said.
His smile intensified as he replied, “Good morning to you too. I like it when you call me your Angel.”
At that moment James pounced, totally blowing the mood. “Get out of bed already, I'm starving and Dad will be here in 20 minutes with the car!”
That effectively shifted us into high gear. We jumped out of bed and literally ran across to the bathroom. Richie set the shower and we both hopped in. There was no time to do anything but to wash off the remnants of our activities of last night. We quickly washed, dried, ran back to our room, and dressed. We walked downstairs and found James sitting at the kitchen table talking to mom. He was devouring a stack of pancakes literally drowned in syrup. Seriously, that kid has a sugar addiction!
Mom looked at Richie and I with a wide grin and said cheerfully, “Good Morning boys. I hope you got at least a little sleep.” Then, she winked! I can't believe my mom winked at us! Yeah, this is going to take some getting used to.
Richie and I sat down and ate a small stack of pancakes (with far less syrup than James used). Mom then asked if I had everything I might need to go to the mall. “I think so, Mom. It's not like I need to take anything other than me, right?”
She walked over to me and placed some folded money in my hand. “You will probably need money for lunch, or the arcade, or whatever.”
I looked at the bills she'd placed in my hands and was shocked. She'd given me $50.00. “Wow mom! Why so much? I still have money I've been saving from my allowance.” When I put the money mom gave me in my wallet, I counted that I now had almost $100 in it.
“Well, this is kind of like your first date, isn't it? I just wanted to make sure you had enough to take care of your boyfriend; even though things are kind of reversed – usually you have the date before you have sex with the person.” She then started guffawing in almost uncontrolled laughter.
Richie and James could barely control their laughter either as I blushed at least a quadrillion shades of red. Yeah, mom's attitude toward me and Richie was definitely going to take some getting used to.
At that moment Frank walked into the kitchen. “You guys about ready? Your taxi is outside and the meter is running!” He joked.
We grabbed light jackets and headed out to the car. James sat up front with his dad while Richie and I sat in the back seat so we could hold hands. I noticed before we pulled out, Frank looked at his nephew and his new nephew-in-law and showed us his usual lopsided grin.
As we drove, James excitedly pointed out various buildings to Richie as we passed them. After about a 15 minute drive we pulled up in front of the mall. We got out and Frank gave James and Richie some money... just in case. “Do you have your cellphones?” He asked.
We all pulled them out of our pockets and showed them to him, said goodbye to Frank, and headed into the mall. Now, our mall isn't all that spectacular, other than one thing. We have the largest video arcade in the state in this mall, they're always bragging about it on TV. I figured where else should we start? So we headed to the arcade.
When we got there, Richie got $20 in tokens for us and distributed them (most of them to James, of course). We walked together around checking out the machines when we came across a new multi-player game. It was sort of like a shoot-em-up action game, but the graphics made it seem almost real. James walked up and stood next to another boy who looked to be about the same age as James.
“Oh my god, 6 tokens each game? That's like a buck and a half a play!” James exclaimed.
The other boy looked at him. “Yeah, it seems so, but you get extended life as you get better, plus you can continue the game after you die for 3 tokens. You only have to pay 6 to start a new game.”
The two boys stared at each other for a minute before James said, “That's cool then. Hey, I'm James.”
The boy looked at James in the eye and smiled. For a moment I thought I saw him checking James out and blush but figured it was probably something to do with the lighting around us. “Hey, I'm Garrett. Wanna play?”
“Yeah, that would be cool.” James replied trying to seem casual, dumping 6 tokens into the game as Garrett did the same.
James wasn't bad considering he'd never played the game before. Garrett would give him pointers. They would team up against a group of 'bad guys' and high-five when they eliminated them. When one of them lost one of their lives, the other would console and encourage the other. Watching them play and the way they interacted seemed as if they'd known each other for a long time, not two people who'd just met. Richie and I watched them play through most of James' tokens. Between 'stages' I told James, after giving him all of our tokens, that we'd be in the food park talking. He should meet us there when he was done so we could get something to eat. I don't know if he heard us because he and Garrett were laughing about a dumb mistake James had made in the game.
Richie and I walked over (across the mall, directly opposite the arcade) to the food park. I got us both cokes and we sat at a table so James could see us when he exited the arcade. We'd decided to wait to get something to eat until he joined us.
Richie was sitting across from me staring into my eyes. I couldn't help but stare back. I'm not sure how long we sat there, just staring, not talking. Eventually, I broke up our mutual adoration society. “You know, I don't really know anything about you.”
“Sure you do. You know I'm a great kisser!” Richie laughed.
I looked around hoping nobody was within range of hearing. “We gotta be more careful, Richie!”
Richie blushed knowing he'd made an error in judgment. “Yeah, sorry. It's just as long as I have you, I really don't care what other people think.”
“I feel the same, but it worries me if someone decides to try to take you away from me.” There was a long pause while we both realized exactly what I had said and meant. “Anyway, moving on...” I said. “I guess we'll start with birthdays. Mine is July 2.”
Richie's eyes got big. “July 2? That's really weird. So is mine. Where were you born? I was born in Florida.”
“California. What time? I was born at 3:28pm.” I said.
He looked like he was deep in thought. “That means I'm older. I was born at 6:20pm.”
“Wait. I was at 3:28 and you were at 6:20, so I'm older by a couple hours.” I said almost indignantly.
“Oh, but you are forgetting the timezone difference. It's 3 hours later in Florida, so 6:20pm in Florida is 3:20 here in California. That means I am 8 minutes older than you.” Richie said with a smirk.
“Ok, Mr. Smarty-pants. I guess I have to respect my elders.” I laughed.
Richie then looked at me and the back and forth biographical questioning began. We found out that our favorite food was the same, we both loved pepperoni pizza. Our favorite colors, mine is blue and Richie's is orange. He is really into sci-fi, just like I am, and we both hate those reality shows. In school, his favorite subject is science, followed by math, and he hates literature class. I had to agree with him on that, and I found it funny that his favorite and second favorites were the same subjects as mine but in the opposite order. We were now seeming more like two sides of the same coin. Neither of us was particularly good at nor interest in most sports.
We went on just talking for a while, covering topics such as music (we both like classic rock, and agree that country music should be made illegal), movies (we had opposite opinions of the last Star Trek movie), actors (we both think that Elijah Wood got cuter as he got older. It's funny though, before I met Richie, I don't think I would have admitted I found another boy 'cute'), candy (Reese's are for-the-win), ambitions (Richie wants to be a lawyer, while I want to work as a psychologist) when James walked up with Garrett.
“I invited Garrett to join us. Garrett, this is my cousin, Richie, and his boyfriend...OH FUCK!” James stopped and covered his mouth, blushing at his lack of discretion.
“Don't worry, Dude.” Garrett said. “I figured that out the first time I saw them. I'm cool with it.”
That caused me to think. When we saw Garrett we never even talked to him. If others could tell just by looking at us, Richie and I were in trouble when it came to school. If it got out that we were anything more than friends it could get ugly, fast.
James sat. He was visibly upset with himself. “Me and my big fucking mouth. Sometimes shit just comes out without me thinking! I'm sorry guys, I gotta do something about my mouth though. I'd hate to say the wrong thing in school and really fuck up all our lives.”
“Hey, it happens, Bro. This time it turned out okay and we know you didn't do it to cause problems.” I said, trying to comfort my friend. Richie agreed with me and made sure James knew we weren't mad at him.
I asked Garrett, “If I can ask, what gave you that impression about Richie and me?”
“I dunno, man. I just seemed to sense it.” Garrett explained.
James and Garrett talked for a bit, basically going over some of the same things Richie and I had talked about. Garrett was actually older than James by a little less than a month. James birthday is February 14 (yes, Valentine's day, poor kid) and Garrett's is January 23. Garrett was in 6th grade (remember, James had skipped a year). He lived with his Dad. His mom had died, just like my dad did. That gave me an idea that might just work out, but I will have to wait and see what happens.
As they talked, I got up and went to the pizza vendor and bought two large pepperoni pizzas and 4 super-sized root beers. Gotta have root beer with pizza, right? I brought the food back to the table where we devoured it almost as soon as it hit the table. With 4 basically 12 year old boys, pizza doesn't last long.
Garrett took a long drink of his root beer and then proceeded to let out the loudest and longest belch I'd ever heard. Of course, that caused James to try to beat it. Okay, yeah, so did Richie and I. Eventually, Richie was declared the 'winner' of our belching contest. James turned to Garrett and said, “As long as Richie doesn't get into a farting contest we might live to see puberty.” We laughed and talked for a while when I felt I needed to pee. I got up and said I was going to the bathroom.
Garrett said he had to go too, which was echoed by the other two as well. I guess super sized root beers will fill up a boy in more ways than one, and as the saying goes, 'What goes in must come out'. We walked together to the bathroom. When we opened the door we heard voices. We quietly listened and what we heard totally shocked us.
“Come on, suck it already!” Came the voice of a young boy. I guess curiosity overcame us because we entered silently, making sure the door closed without making any noise. The bathroom was laid out with urinals on one wall and a kind of corridor at the end where the stalls were. We stood where we could see down the corridor but couldn't easily be seen. We listened as the boy started saying, “Yeah, oh man, you suck good. If you are lucky I might do it to you one of these days... Don't stop! I'm almost there! Keep sucking you cocksucking slut!” After a minute more, “Oh Man, I'm gonna cum!” Followed by a moan. After a few moments more, “Oh Fuck that was good. Did I squirt?”
Then I heard a voice I recognized. “No. I can't wait till you can though I really like the taste. You gonna do me now?”
“Hell no!” Came the reply. “You're my cock-whore. You are mine to use, not the other way around. Come on, let's git the fuck outa here.”
The stall door opened and my suspicions were confirmed. I don't know why, but I had my cellphone out and snapped a picture as a boy who looked to be about 11 or so stepped out holding the hand of none other than Darryl Finch, the bully who'd attacked James. That made absolutely no sense. If he was gay, and liked the taste of cum, then why would he act the way he did about James, and me for that matter.
It then occurred to me that he did that to make others believe that he hated gays and couldn't be one. I guess I could see his point, but there are better ways than beating up and bullying people. Anyway, after snapping the picture, the guys quickly got to the urinals. When the other two saw us Darryl scowled at me and it seemed that the other boy was focused on Garrett. They rushed out of the bathroom without saying a word. I guess they hadn't seen me take their picture.
Once they were gone, James turned to me and said, “Wasn't that...”
“Yeah. Let's not talk here though.”
We finished our business and left the bathroom. Darryl and the other boy were nowhere to be seen. I counted my blessings because I wouldn't want a confrontation in the mall. We went to the opposite end of the mall and sat on one of the benches. Garrett said that he knew the other boy, he was in his class at school. He was a real 'Emo' kid and everyone knew was gay, but the boy didn't care. His name is Armand. Garrett said that actually that isn't his name. He uses it because it's the name of the main character in the movie, “The Bird Cage” played by Robin Williams. Garrett told us he'd use a different name too if he had the same real name Armand had. His real name was Richard Head. Garrett then laughed, “Try going to school with the name Dick Head! The funny thing is, Armand really lives up to his real name.” Garrett told us that Armand kept bragging at school about the fact that he had an older boy who he totally dominated. Until that moment, Garrett thought it was all bullshit.
Anyway, the four of us then walked around the mall until we got to one of those jewelry kiosks. I saw a pair of bracelets. As I was looking at the jewelry, Garrett was showing Richie and James a clothing store. The bracelets were designed as men's bracelets, so they looked kind of rugged. The designs on them, when they were viewed together, made it obvious that they were meant as a pair. The designs were inlaid in white and yellow gold (plated, of course) but the design coloring was polar opposite. Where one was yellow gold the other had the same design in white gold. I looked at the price and saw I had enough money without spending all I had left, so I bought them.
The time was starting to get late and Garrett said he had to go home. James and he exchanged cellphone numbers and with a wave and a cheerful “C'Ya” Garrett was on his way. We figured we'd call Frank for a ride home as well.
While waiting for Frank, James said that he and Garrett seemed to get along pretty well. He thought they would get to be really good friends.
I looked at James. “Do you think that Garrett is 'boyfriend' material?”
James looked at me, “Hell, I don't even know if he's gay. I think after I blurted about you two he'd be open to just saying it if he was, doncha think?”
Richie couldn't help but jibe his cousin, “Well, SOME people have more discretion than others!”
This caused James to almost break down, he looked like he was about to cry. Richie immediately took his cousin in his arms and apologized. “Sorry, Cuz, I didn't say it to be mean. I was trying to make a joke. Forgive me? What can I do to make it up to you?”
James expression changed, “Oh, I have an idea. I'll tell you at home.”
Somehow I think I knew what James' idea was.
Frank arrived a couple minutes later. We all got into the car, and again, Richie and I in the back. I reached into the bag with the bracelets and put one on Richie's wrist. I put the other on my own. We looked at each other and I said, “This will be our little way of saying we belong with each other.” Then I leaned over and kissed him. We broke it up when Frank cleared his throat. Sheepishly, and probably with a crimson blush I said, “Sorry, Frank.” Richie said to Frank, “It's just that Trevor is so irresistable I can't keep my lips to myself sometimes.”
Frank chuckled, “I was about to tell you two to get a room, but it seems you have two already.” This caused another flush to fill my face. James was just grinning from ear to ear.
“Hey Dad, I met a kid in the arcade who's really cool. Can I invite him over next weekend to play some video games?” James asked.
“I don't see why not, but we'll talk it over with your mother when we get home, then you can call him and we can clear it with his parents. So, tell me about him.” Frank prompted.
That set James off. In his own hyper way, he related everything (almost) that had happened since he met Garrett. Sometimes I wonder where he gets his energy, but then I remember the sheer quantity of sugar he eats and it all makes sense. During the trip to the Wilkins' Richie kept staring at the bracelet, running his finger over the design.
We got to Richie's house and we all went inside. Richie and I showed Frank and Mrs. Wilkins the bracelets I'd bought. Mrs. Wilkins looked at them and complimented me on my choice. She said they looked really good on the two of us, and that the designs was a good and discreet way to show that we were together.
Mrs. Wilkins then told me that my mom was out doing some grocery shopping since certain young men had decimated (her word) her supply of food in the house. She would be back in about an hour then she'd come over for dinner. So, that gave us about 90 minutes of 'free' time.
We went up to James' and Richie's room and James closed the door. He turned to us and said, “You wanted a way to make it up to me, Richie? Welllll...”
Richie looked at me and I just grinned. I knew what was going to happen.
“Well... hearing what we did in the bathroom at the mall got me kinda horny. Can we like maybe do that? You know, suck each other?”
Richie looked at me and I simply shrugged my shoulders indicating it was his call. Richie then turned to James and said, “I guess that would be okay.”
James shot his fist into the air and said an emphatic, “YES!” It didn't take him long to get naked.
We joined him moments later and Richie asked, “How do you want to work this?”
James blushed, “Can we do it at the same time, like in a circle?”
“Sure, but who does who?” Richie asked.
“Wellll... I've wanted to do stuff with Trevor for a while so, if it's okay, he can suck me, I will suck you, Richie, and you can suck your boyfriend. Then we can reverse it, that way I can be sucked and suck on Trevor.”
“Twice?” Richie asked.
“Why not, Babe? I know that you recharge pretty quickly, and so do I. James isn't cumming yet so I'd imagine he'd be ready to go almost immediately.”
“Okay then.” Richie said.
We positioned ourselves appropriately on the floor in a sorta triangle. I took James already fully hardened tool into my mouth and began sucking gently. I then felt my small head at home in my boyfriend's mouth. To make it better for James, I reached up and started fondling his balls while I sucked him. I could hear him moaning around Richie's meat. This went on for a few minutes when I felt the telltale signs that James was near the edge. His balls started to pull up closer to his body and I felt his dick start to expand slightly. Moments later I felt it pulse, trying to expel his cum. On the third pulse I got a surprise. A faint taste. I got it stronger on the fourth and fifth pulses. It wasn't much, but James had cum for the first time. The flavor was totally different than Richie's, it was sweet as sugar whereas Richie's was more nutty. It made me wonder what mine tasted like directly from the tap, so to speak.
I guess the idea that I'd brought James to his first wet climax pushed me over the edge and I had a very strong orgasm, pumping my as yet immature seminal fluids into the waiting mouth of my lover, my dream boy. I could hear James gagging slightly and when I looked up I saw a dribble of cum leaking out of his mouth and his cheeks were puffed out.
We broke apart and I looked at James. “How was that, bro? Did it meet with your hopes?”
“Dude! That was awesome! It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had! Richie cums way more now than he did a year ago, I thought I was gonna drown!” James gushed.
“Well, I believe it was the most intense orgasm you ever had and I liked the taste of it.” I said.
“Huh? What do you mean?” James asked puzzled.
“What do you think? You eat so much sugar, your cum is bound to be really sweet.” I said obliquely.
James got an excited look on his face, “You mean? I... I... I actually squirted? Like in your mouth?”
“Yup. Thanks for letting me be the first to taste you. That made it as special for me as it was for you. It's something we can always have as a memory of our being 'best friends'.” I then hugged him.
Richie high-fived his cousin, “Way to go Cuz!”
When we broke the hug I looked at James and he actually had a tear falling down his cheek. “Don't worry, it's a happy tear. I've been waiting for this day for a long time.” James said.
We sat around naked and talked for a bit about the mall since now even James would need time to recharge. “It really surprised me when it was Darryl.” I said.
“I don't understand though, if he's gay, then why did he try to beat me up?” James asked.
“Well, sometimes people want to make sure others won't think certain things about them, so they act opposite. It's kind of stupid, but sometimes people don't think straight when they're scared.”
About that time we heard Frank yell upstairs that dinner would be ready in about 10 minutes and we should get washed up. We dressed, went to the bathroom where I peed. We all washed our hands and before we left the bathroom, I said to James, “Thanks for the appetizer, Bro.” He literally beamed.
We went downstairs. Mom was helping Mrs. Wilkins in the kitchen and Frank was in the living room watching the news. James went over, sat next to his dad and was almost glowing. Frank looked at him with a questioning expression. James leaned to his dad's ear and whispered (loud enough for us to hear) “Dad, I came. I actually came! Ain't that like totally cool?!”
Frank looked over at us, then back to his son, “Well great!” Somehow, due to the tone of his reply, I don't think he was really happy about it on all levels, but he made a good show for his son. I wish my dad was still alive sometimes. He and Frank would really get along.
We sat down to dinner. I showed mom the bracelets I bought for Richie and me. She smiled and hugged us both telling me that they were perfect. Frank told us that he'd drive us to school in the morning so he could get Richie registered. He asked me to join them and show Richie around the school so he could find his classes. He even said he would make sure I didn't get in any trouble if I was late to a class or two because I needed to show Richie to his before going to mine.
After dinner, mom and I had to go home. Richie would sleep in his own bed, and I would sleep in mine. For some reason it would no longer be the same sleeping in my bed alone. It would feel like part of me was missing.
Richie and I excused ourselves to the kitchen so we could kiss and hug without making the adults uncomfortable. We hugged, kissed, hugged again, kissed again, then just held each other. “I'm going to miss you, Babe.” I said sullenly.
“It's only until the morning. But I'm gonna miss you too. I love you Trevor.” Richie said solemnly.
“I love you more!” I said. We hugged and kissed yet again when mom called out to me that we had to leave.
Reluctantly, Richie and I parted and I walked with mom to our house. I guess she sensed my mood, because she put her arm around my shoulder and hugged me close to her as we walked silently. It's really cool having such a great mom, I'm really lucky, I guess.
When we got home, I asked mom if we could talk. We sat in the living room and I told her about what happened in the bathroom with Darryl. She explained that I was probably right about the fact that he was acting out to hide his own orientation. She suggested that maybe Darryl really needed a friend.
I thought about that and had an idea. I hugged mom. “Thanks mom, I love you. Can we watch a movie before bed? It's only 8:15.”
Mom then went to the TV and turned it on, but, instead of turning on the cable she put in a DVD. She'd gone out and rented a DVD that was called “Coming Out Stories”. It was a bunch of guys, some older, some young, like 14, telling about their experiences coming out and telling others that they were gay. It was kinda cool hearing how others handled it. It was scary too cuz some of them really had problems. Either with their friends or their parents. Some parents even threw their kids out of the house when they came out. I guess I am luckier than I thought. When the movie was over, I hugged mom and said, “You know. I am really happy I have you for a mom. You really are cool. I love you mom.”
“I love you too Trevor. Now you should get a shower and head to bed. You probably need to catch up on your rest.” She grinned and winked at me again. This openness is definitely going to take some getting used to. If the lights on the stairs were off, I would probably have been able to still see my way up by the glow from my embarrassed face.
I showered (no, I didn't jack off in the shower, I know you are all wondering). Once I was dry I walked naked across the hall to my room, closed the door, made sure I had everything I needed ready for school the next morning, crawled into bed and tried to get to sleep.
I felt alone. More than that, I was lonely. I could still smell Richie's scent on the pillow and wondered if he was lying in bed thinking of me like I was thinking of him. It was then I realized I hadn't changed the sheets, but the ones on the bed were clean. OH. MY. GOD! That means that mom changed them. And if she changed my sheets after last night, she had to have noticed that they were full of cum. If I had been using a nightlight I wouldn't have needed one that night. The glow of embarrassment would have provided all the light I needed.
Eventually, I fell asleep and I had a dream. In my dream Richie and I were older. Like 20 or something, you know.. really old. We were naked and walking hand-in-hand down the same beach we'd shared in our previous dreams. We just walked together, enjoying each others company. We were talking but I couldn't hear what we were saying. I woke up the next morning feeling great. I was well rested and couldn't wait to see Richie and tell him about my dream.
I peed, took a quick shower, dried myself, and got dressed for school. I went downstairs to the kitchen. As soon as I entered mom turned around and was startled to see me there. “I was just about to yell up for you to get ready and come down for breakfast. You scared me, I wasn't expecting you to be standing there.”
“Sorry Mom.” I said.
About that time, James, Richie, and Frank came into the kitchen. James said, “What's for breakfast Aunt Linda?”
I looked at him as he said, “Your mom and my folks figured that since our families are now kinda joined we should not have to be so formal, so Richie gets to call your mom, mom too, and I get to call her Aunt Linda. You can call my mom and dad Uncle Frank and Aunt Gladys.”
I thought and said, “Hey, that's pretty cool. Oh, Uncle Frank... gee, I like the sound of that... but, Uncle Frank, thanks again for taking us to the mall yesterday.”
“Not a problem, Trevor. And I will say I am happy to have a new nephew who is as great a person as you seem to be. Richie is a lucky boy.”
“No, Sir. I'm the lucky one. Not only did I get the best boy in the world as my mate, but I got a cool new cousin and a new Aunt and Uncle who I really love, honest!” I then went and hugged Uncle Frank, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
He actually looked flustered! Amazing. “Now, enough of that, you wouldn't want to make Richie jealous.”
OH MY GOD! I hadn't even hugged my boy good morning! I am such a shit! I corrected that instantly. As we hugged I said, “Good Morning, my Angel. How did you sleep last night?”
“Good Morning, Dream Boy. I had a great dream last night.” He said as we broke the hug. No, we didn't kiss. No reason to rub it in the adult's faces.
Before Richie could tell about his dream I said, “I know what you dreamed. I had one too, and if I am right, you saw us like older walking down a beach holding hands.”
Richie looked at me with a surprised look. “Yeah. You mean we had the same dream?”
“It seems so. I guess that way even when we're not together we are in a way; at least while we're sleeping.”
“That is sooo weird! But it's like totally cool too!” Richie said.
We sat down to breakfast. Mom made her famous western omelets. We scarfed them down then Uncle Frank took us all to school. Richie and I followed him to the office. While we were there, he was filling out the forms for Richie when Mr. Hastings walked in. I introduced him to Richie. I told him we were registering Richie for school since he moved here over the weekend.
He greeted Richie kindly. It was time for me to put my plan into motion. “Mr. Hastings, while they're doing paperwork, can I talk to you for a second? In private?”
He appraised me and realized it was important. He asked the secretary if we could use the conference room for a few minutes. Having gotten her approval we went in and he closed the door. I briefly told him about the relationship that Richie and I had and he told me he was happy for me (I'd just come out to the first person who wasn't in our family). I then told him about Darryl. I asked if there was a way to get his suspension reduced so he could come back to school.
“Why would you want to do that, Trevor?” He asked.
“Well, now that I think I know why he acted like he did, I'm convinced that the whole 10 days isn't fair. Plus, for some reason I think he might need a friend, so I want to see if we can get it reduced and I want him to be told I had something to do with it. It might change his attitude.”
“You never cease to amaze me, Trevor. I will see what I can do. He did break school rules, but a request from the 'victim' must be considered, at least.”
We left the conference room and he went to the secretary. He said something to her after looking at the computer terminal. She hit a few keys then printed out Richie's schedule and handed it to him. Mr. Hastings then said that he would like an appointment to speak to the Principal during his free period that day and was assured it would be arranged.
When I looked at Richie's schedule I was amazed. He and I shared each and every class! We'd spend all day together! But, it made me wonder. I looked up from the schedule and at Mr. Hastings. With a grin, he winked at me.
We thanked the secretary and Mr. Hastings, said goodbye to Uncle Frank, and I took Richie to show him to his locker. When I saw the number I shook my head. He was assigned the locker right next to mine, between mine and Hector's.
We got to our lockers and Hector and Katie were there. We greeted each other, I bumped fists with Hector and gave Katie a little hug. She looked at me kinda funny when I did that. I then said, “This is James' cousin, Richie. He starts school here today and I'm showing him around.”
He said, “Hi” and gave a timid wave.
It was time for class to start so we (Hector, Richie, and I) made our way to Mr. Hastings' class. When we got there he told Hector and Richie that they should not sit right away. Once the whole class had arrived and the bell rang, Mr. Hastings said, “Okay everyone; I want you all to stand, move one seat back and be seated. Those at the end of the row come to the front seat in the next row.”
There was some commotion as people changed seats. That left the seat behind me where Hector had previously sat vacant. That was Richie's seat since his last name fell between mine and Hector's in the alphabet. I made sure that Hector knew that I would still help him with understanding his math if he needed help.
He simply looked at me and said, “Hey. It's all good.”
Mr. Hastings had Richie introduce himself. You all know about him so I won't waste your time here. Then Mr. Hastings, after welcoming Richie to the school and to his class, started his lecture. He was talking about radical numbers. This is a more confusing concept to some and indeed I was able to help Hector understand it pretty easily. He smiled when he actually understood and was able to complete the assignment with minimal help from me.
The bell rang and Richie and I headed to our next class.
When the end of 4th period finally arrived I was kinda excited. I was going to be able to introduce Richie to our lunch group. On the way to the cafeteria, Richie had to pee. He went into the boy's room and I waited outside in the hall. While I was waiting, Katie came up to me.
“Uhm, Trevor? This is kind of weird but, are you and Richie like 'together'?”
I guess I answered with my blush. I tried to stammer out something when she interrupted me. “Don't worry, I am happy for you, and you don't have to worry, it wouldn't be so obvious to anyone else except that I know you pretty well. I won't tell anyone until you do.”
I hugged her briefly and said, “Thanks Katie. You know I really do still care about you, but I know now that I am meant to travel a different road. Hector is a great guy and you are both lucky to have each other.”
She kissed me on the cheek and said, “I'll see you in the cafeteria!” Then she was off.
Richie came out of the bathroom and I guess he saw my expression. I briefly told him about what happened with Katie. He smiled.
We went into the cafeteria, got our food (if you can call the mystery meat food) and went to our table to sit. Everyone was there. Nate, Julio, Hector, Katie, Mike, Eric, and James. Eric and Mike looked like they were a little upset. I figured they'd tell me if they needed to talk about it. I introduced them all to Richie. Once we were all seated, I kind of gathered everyone together and whispered, “You guys are my closest friends so I wanted you to know the whole truth. Richie and I are together.”
Everyone was cool about it. Nate said, “Hey, it seems that Hector, Julio, and I are the only straight guys at the table, but it's cool. It feels good to know we can be open with each other without any pressure. If anything happens we got your back, Trevor. You too Richie. And that goes for you other guys also.”
Julio and Hector indicated their agreement. Katie then said in a low voice, “Nobody better mess with Trevor or any of you guys, or I'll make sure they pay! Hang on... do you guys have girlfriends?” That last was said to Julio and Nate.
“Uhm, no, not yet.” Nate answered for the two of them, a slight flush showing on his cheeks.
“Well, if you want I can introduce you to a couple of girls.”
Both of my friends blushed, but they agreed that it might be cool.
The rest of lunch was lively. We talked about stuff like nothing was different, and nothing really was.
When the bell rang, Eric and Mike came to me and asked if they could come to my place after school to talk. I invited them and asked if it was okay if Richie was there. They assured me it wouldn't be a problem.
I gave them my address then Richie, Hector, James, and I went to PE.
I introduced Richie to Coach Butz. He had all his gear, so Coach assigned him a locker and gave him his uniforms. Unfortunately, his locker was on the other side of the locker room over by where James' was. We separated to get changed and met back up on the way to the gym. Richie looked HOT in his gym gear.
We had fun that day playing dodge ball again and at the appointed time, Coach blew his whistle and yelled out, “It was a great class today, guys. Now, everybody hit the showers!”
We ran back to the locker room, stripped and headed into the showers. Richie was there with James. We purposely didn't stand near each other. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to keep my hands to myself. Afterward, we got our towels, went back to our lockers and got dressed.
I expected Richie to meet me at my locker and when he didn't come I went to look for him. Everyone else had already left the locker room and I thought maybe I'd missed him and I'd have to meet him outside. It was in the back of the locker room in a corner where I saw him. He obviously had taken a wrong turn and had a kind of embarrassed look on his face. I couldn't help myself. I grabbed him, hugged him, and we kissed.
In the middle of the kiss I heard behind me, “What the HELL is going on here?”
End – Chapter 7 – Coming Soon Chapter 8
Author's Note: Yes, I am a stinker. A cliffhanger. I shall make the appropriate confession to the cliffhanger police. I don't use them often, but every now and then it's good to get the old adrenaline going. I wanted to thank all of those who have written email. When I started this story I had been in a deep slump with my writing. It really feels good to be writing again. The responses you all give me make all the effort worth it. I hope you continue to enjoy the story. For those of you reading this on Nifty, you might want to check out my Wordpress site. On it you will find more of my stories, and as a bonus, I post chapters in new stories to the wordpress site usually a few days before you can find them on Nifty. The address of the site is: http://hermesauthor.wordpress.com
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