Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2005 16:17:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: William Cordova <wcordova98@yahoo.com>
Subject: William Cordova - Chapter Eight...

Disclaimer

This story contains acts of the sexual nature between underage boys.  If
you do not like this type of story, or it is illegal in the area in which
you live, do not read any further.

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Chapter Eight:  Late Night Dance Fever
October 29th 1991...

Eighth grade dance isn't a big deal.  These are mostly 13 year olds getting
their first taste of relationship-type events.  Before this dance, most
kids have never dated, gone out on a date, kissed, danced with a person of
the opposite sex, or been to anything even remotely like this.  It was only
semi-formal -- high quality school wear.  Formal jeans, slacks, dresses,
formal shirts and ties, or bow ties, nothing too shabby or too formal like
suits is allowed.

Anthony and Kathryn showed up together at Matt's house around 5p.m.  Matt
and I were there already -- dressed and awaiting the arrival of our dates.
Matt got Emily and I had Amanda, friends who were in a mutual situation as
us.  We needed dates, they needed dates, and we agreed to just solve each
other's problems.  They were informal dates to the point that we weren't
there to be with each other, but rather to be there with a date.  Our dates
would be arriving shortly.  One of their parents is bringing them over.  It
is unimportant to me really.

Mr. and Mrs. Ducker had snacks and pre-dance activities planned.  They
wanted pictures for the memory of Matt's first official date and dance.  My
parents and Ms. Nichols wanted pictures too; everyone had to have their
pictures taken, in the formal stance for picture -- holding hand slightly
facing each other.

Matt and I were up in his room tidying ourselves up when we heard the
doorbell ring.  We could hear the greetings from all the way up here.

"Hello Emily.  Hello Amanda." Mrs. Ducker said.

"Hello Mrs. Ducker" they said almost in unison.

"Come on in.  Matt and Will are upstairs still getting ready.

I was standing in Matt's doorway listening in on their brief conversation
before I shut the door and went back in.  Matt was standing looking at
himself in the mirror fixing his hair, still shirtless.  He spilled some
coke on it earlier and his mom was washing it up real quick.  "They're
here" I said.

"Crap!" Matt exclaimed.  "Where's my shirt already!"  He really seemed
nervous.  He had taken a shower not but an hour ago and already looked like
he needed another.  I could see the glistening of light reflecting from a
light layer of sweat on his shoulders and forehead.

"Your hair is fine, just relax and stop touching it."

"But it looks like crap."  I don't know how he can think that.  His hair
can never look like crap.  It could be smeared with dirt and mud and still
look dazzling. "Can you fix it for me?" he asked.

I agreed just so he'd stop worrying about it.  I grabbed the hairspray and
brush from him.  I stood behind him, looking at him in the eyes through the
mirror.  I completely messed his hair all up and started from scratch.
What I can't believe is that I'm here fixing another boys hair.  I thought
only girls cared about their hair.  I was brushing and spraying his hair,
getting it just right all the while, Matt didn't take his eyes off mine.
"See, you just need to relax and everything will be fine."

"I'm just so nervous.  I've never done anything like this before."

"Neither have I.  Just relax and be yourself and everything will be ok."  I
grabbed his shoulders and started to massage them, attempting to relax him
a bit further.  He closed his eyes and rolled his neck a bit. "Just relax."

"That feels good Will."

I raised an eyebrow, noticing his motions and closed eyes in the mirror.
Then a knock on the door and we heard Mrs. Nichols from the other side say
"Matt, your shirt is ready."  I walked over to the door, cracked it open,
and she handed me the shirt.  I walked back to Matt, grabbed the towel off
the desk and wiped his forehead.

"Just relax and be yourself Matthew Ducker" and his eyes immediately popped
into focus with mine in the mirror.  "Here, put your shirt on" and I handed
it to him.  He slipped it on.

He turned around and looked at me in the face with his soft gentle eyes.
"Thanks" he almost whispered, and reached forward and hugged me around the
chest real quick.  He only stayed there a moment and then ran out the door.
I stood there, with a smile on my face, then heard him back at the door.
"You coming?"

"Of course" and I was out the door with him.

We walked down the stairs and greeted our dates, giving each of them some
nice compliments about their looks.  I was genuinely surprised at how
Amanda looked.  She definitely cleaned up a lot.  She looked ok at school,
but she got some nice perm or something with her hair, was wearing a nice
long sparkling dress.  Then I pictured Matt in that same dress, standing in
front of me.  I giggled.

"What are you laughing at?" Amanda spoke up.

"Oh nothing.  I was just remembering something Matt told me.  It's not
important.  Shall we hit the snack bar?" I asked.

"Sure ok" she replied.

The four of us walked back into the kitchen nook where the snacks were.
Anthony and Kathryn were already there making small talk and nibbling on
some stuff.  Anthony and Kathryn did their rounds of compliments to us and
the girls -- very nice.  We talked and nibbled on goodies for another half
hour or so before it was time to leave.

We arrived at the school around seven.  We got out of the car and Mr. and
Mrs. Nichols said they'd be here waiting on us at eleven when the dance was
scheduled to be over and to call if we needed anything.  We walked into the
cafeteria.  It was quite surprising how much different it looked.  It was
all dimly lit, with some tables strung around the outside where different
ornaments were stationed.  The punch bar was near the far end, where
normally the snack bars are located.  The DJ was running some soft elevator
type music while students filed in.

I immediately noticed several people.  After all, it's not that big of a
school and this dance is for eighth graders only.  Seventh graders are only
allowed if they are accompanying an eighth grader as a date.  I was
surprised by some of the dresses people were wearing.  I thought this was a
formal-but-not-so-formal dance.  I saw many elaborate dresses and even a
tux or two.  Mostly just dress shirts and some ties.

We made small talk for a bit since the dance hadn't officially started.  I
was a bit nervous now, but not just an hour ago I was telling Matt to relax
and be himself.  Seems I need to heed my own advice here.  I was nervous
because I can't dance.  I am not even sure if Amanda wants to dance.  We're
only a couple of 13 year olds, escorting each other to the dance, not
actually dating.  But as a good and formal male at a dance, I should be
obligated to ask her to dance sometime.

The lights dimmed a bit more and the DJ said some things and soon after, he
had some real music going.  The dance started with upbeat music.  Lots of
fast paced popular songs.  The only one I really knew was Metallica's
`Enter Sandman.'  That got the head banger's group all up in a roar.  I saw
lots of the weird group out on the dance floor doing their head bobbing and
stuff.  I can't do that, I give myself a headache after a few bangs.

It seemed to me that a majority of the students were off on the sides on
the tables or just standing around.  I figured most of those were just like
me, embarrassed to attempt to dance.  Our girls excused themselves to the
bathroom; Anthony, Matt and I sat on a table with punch in hand.  "Having a
good time yet?" Anthony asked us.

"It's alright I suppose."

"Sure" Matt said.

"You ever going to dance with Amanda?" Anthony asked me.

I laughed.  "I can't even dance, but I'll give her a dance later when the
slow music comes on.  That stuff is easier to move to."

"Matt?" Anthony had turned his attention to him now.

"What?"

"Same question."

"Oh sure.  Of course.  What kind of date would I be if I didn't dance with
her?"

We laughed at that.  "You see anyone else you might want to dance with?" I
asked Anthony.

"Oh there are some hot girls out there for sure, but the few I have my eye
on seem to be attached."

"Trying to cheat on Kat already?"  Matt joked.  "She goes off to the
bathroom and you're talking about other girls behind her back."

"Oh please!"  We mingled for a bit longer and then Anthony got up.  "I'm
going to request some songs -- be right back."

"Ok."

Matt and I watched him as he walked away toward the stage, weaving through
the crowd.  Some of our other school friends came over and we talked about
different things.  Some of them really seemed interested in their dates.
Anthony showed up joined in on the talks, bragging about Kathryn.  There
seemed to be a `whose-date-is-hotter' contest going on for awhile, but that
ended when our dates came back from whatever it was they were doing.  It
was more then just a bathroom break, they had been gone like half an hour.
About this time, the DJ put on some slow dance music.  I guess this was my
chance to get some dancing in.

I stood up, held out my hand like a gentleman, and asked "Would you like to
dance?"

She shied up some "Sure" and took my hand.  We walked out to the edge of
the dance floor, moved in a bit so we weren't on the outside.  I didn't
want to be the object of the attention to anyone not dancing.  We started
to dance, our heads next to each other, looking over each other's
shoulders.  We were moving in a slow circular motion, rotating in a circle.
I held my eyes closed for a few minutes.  I was not really enjoying myself.
I felt more obligated to dance with her then anything, else I wouldn't be
dancing at all.  I opened my eyes hoping this song would end soon.  First
thing I noticed was Matt, dancing with Emily.  I couldn't help but giggle a
little.  Matt looked cute, dancing with a girl a good three inches taller
then him.

His eyes caught mine.  We just looked at each other; a smile broke across
my face as did one across his.  His dancing was moving closer to me until
finally we were no more then five feet from each other.  Each circular
rotation, our eyes would meet, smiling at each other.  His soft eyes
connecting with mine in a moment of purity and peace.  The song faded, but
another one, just as slow started almost immediately.  I never broke stride
with Amanda, and neither did Matt.  Our little mind game continued for the
next song.  Each successful connection increasing in intensity; I was soon
almost speaking to him in unspoken telepathy.  I wanted to dance with him,
and I could hear him, through is eyes, that he wanted to dance with me.
Our dates were dulling us.  I could dance in harmony with him.  His eyes
told me he was feeling the same way.

The song ended, finally ended, all freaking twenty minutes of it.  It
wasn't actually twenty minutes, but it felt that way.  As we were walking
back to our spot on the side tables, I said "That was nice."

"Yes it was William" Amanda replied as we sat down.  "Emily, come get some
punch with me." They walked off leaving just me and Matt at the table.

"I'm sweating" Matt said as he put his hand on my arm to show me how sweaty
his palms where.

"How'd you manage that while dancing with Emily?"

"Horribly.  She knew I was sweating."

"That's bad."

"No shit."

"Just calm down and wipe your palms on your pants or something."  I looked
around for the girls.  "The girls sure are taking their time getting that
punch."

"That's because they are talking about how bad I dance and my sweat
problem."  He laughed at himself, but I didn't.

"No they aren't.  You aren't any worse then most the other kids out there.
I bet at least half of them are sweating just as much as you.  And most of
them can't dance either."

"Sure whatever" was his only comeback.

I started scanning the dance area.  "See, look there."  I pointed at this
couple.  "They can't dance either.  The boy is completely off rhythm and is
making a fool of himself."

Matt perked up, eyeballing the kid I was pointing at.  He laughed.  "Man
that kid sucks worse then I do!"  We laughed even harder.

"And there's another one" pointing over at this fat kid wobbling around
like the Pillsbury Dough Boy.  That really got Matt laughing.

"Why do they even bother dancing if they suck that bad?"

"Beats me, just shows you that your dancing isn't that bad after all."

"Ok, so I don't dance that bad.  I still feel like I suck though."

"Well you do, just not as bad as some others."

"Gee thanks!"  And he grew silent.  A moment was broken was he asked me a
question catching me completely off guard.  He looked me directly in the
eyes, with those soft gentle blue eyes of his and said in almost a whisper
"do you know who I'd like to dance with?"  He looked at me intently,
smiling.

I kept my eyes connected with his, thinking for a moment, I couldn't think
of anyone in particular.  "No."

He just kept looking at me in that way again.  That way that makes me
tingle.  I couldn't break eye contact with him, our connection was too
strong.  It's like trying to break free of electricity.

"Who Matt?" I repeated.

He glanced down real quick then back up to me and said "Gabriella
Martinez."

"Gabriella?"  I was unfamiliar with who she was.

"Yeah.  She's hot and pretty."

I was stunned a bit.  "Then go ask her for a dance."

"No way man!"

"Why not?  If you want to dance with her, go ask.  What's the worst that
can happen?  She can say `no' then that's it.  No harm no foul."

"She's got a huge boyfriend that would stomp me into the ground if I even
looked at her."

I laughed.  About this time, the girls returned with some punch with
Anthony and Kathryn.  They handed us some cups to sip on.  It couldn't have
been past ten, another hour of the dance was left.  But it seemed as though
we all came into agreement we were tired of the dance.  We had our few
dances, our social necessities and what-not, so Matt called home.  We were
heading back to Matt's house within twenty minutes.

When we arrived, Mrs. Ducker had some cake for use to eat if we wanted.  I
think each of us took a small slice.  We sat around eating and talking --
Mr. and Mrs. Ducker inquiring about the dance.  A little later, it was time
for the girls to depart.  Mr. Ducker took them back to their homes while
the boys retired for the night up to Matt's room.  By this time, it was
well past eleven-thirty.  We were tired, but too wired to just crash.  As
soon as we got up there Matt spoke up.

"Man, I need to shower; I'm a fountain."  He took his shirt off and it
looked damp.  He had really sweated up a storm throughout the night.  "I'll
be back in a few minutes."  He went out and to the bathroom.

Anthony was the next to shock me.  "I think I'm going to dump Kathryn."

What did he say?  "You want to dump Kat?  You just came home from the dance
with her and you're thinking about dumping her?"

"I dunno.  I think I'm doing it just because I'm supposed to or something.
I mean I like her and all, but it's confusing to me.  I can't explain it."

"Ok."  I didn't really know what to say.  I tried to leave it at that.  I
took my shoes and socks off and unbuttoned my dress shirt.  The carpet
under my feet felt cool and comforting.  After being on my feet for four
plus hours and wearing uncomfortable dress shoes, it was a big relief to
get those off.

"I mean.  I can't explain it.  Don't you get that feeling with girls, which
you just can't explain?  And then you just don't want to be around them."

I wasn't sure what he meant either.  I really haven't felt much for any
girl at all.  "I am not sure what you're talking about."

"Ok.  It's like I think I like her.  She is good on the eyes.  But when I'm
with her in person, alone, up close, I get an entirely different feeling
then when I just think about her."

I still don't get it.  Still didn't know what to say.  There were a few
moments of stillness when Matt walked back into his room wearing boxers
only.  Now I understood it.  I think I had that feeling with Matt once or
twice.  He's gorgeous in the buff like he is right now.  He sat down next
to Anthony on the bed.  Anthony had a sad gloom hanging over him, his hands
just sitting in his lap.

Matt was still drying his hair and noticed the unnatural murkiness in the
room.  "What's going on?"  We were both silent.  "What's going on guys?  I
stepped out to take a shower and I come back and it's like someone has died
or something."

"Anthony's having some doubts about Kathryn."

"Doubts?"

"You want to step in here Anthony and explain it."  I asked.

"I like her, but I just feel weird being with her."

"I don't get it" Matt said.

Anthony tried to explain it to Matt now, but he didn't seem to get it
still.  How would either me or Matt get it.  We have even less experience
then he does with girls.

Matt scooted closer to Anthony and put an arm around his shoulder.  "It's
ok Anthony.  Why don't you sleep on it and give it a few days.  There's no
rush to dump her.  Maybe you'll feel differently later or something.  Give
it another date maybe even."

This is why I admire Matt so much.  He can go from being a nervous wreck
all night long and in an instance, be as gentle as a kitten.  The best
friend someone could possibly have.  He was here comforting Anthony in his
time of...whatever it was.  Sometimes Matt can be wise beyond what his
years should allow, and then the next, as dumb as a doorknob.  I just don't
get this boy.  He looks at you intently and then the next moment, talking
about wanting to dance with Gabriella.

I can't help but stare at him -- half naked holding Anthony in a half hug,
comforting him, and Anthony doesn't seem to care one bit.  Anthony returned
the half hug and placed his hand on Matt's shoulder.  I thought I heard a
whimper.

My hormones got the best of me and I gazed at his body -- his smooth silky
legs, his soft bald pits, his tender chest and diminutive feet.

"I think Matt is right here Anthony.  You should at least sleep on it.  You
never know how you'll feel in the morning."  Anthony just whimpered.

I got up grabbed the sleeping bags and spread the across the ground.
"Common Anthony, get into bed.  We're all tired.  Let's go."

Anthony slid down onto the sleeping bag, removed his shoes, socks and
shirt, leaving his pants, and laid down, covering himself up.

"You can sleep up in my bed" Matt said.  I stepped over Anthony and sat on
the edge of the bed.  I took my shirt and pants off and slid right into
bed.  Matt turned the lights out and slid next to me.  I think Matt kept
his hands to himself this time.  I dosed off pretty quickly.

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