Date: Sat, 05 Mar 2011 23:11:23 +0000
From: nifty.org@email.com
Subject: A Little Ditty 'bout Jack and Diane (MB, no-sex)

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 This story is from my head.
 Category is Gay Male, Adult/Youth. MB NS

 I am on the board of governors for my daughters school. Wildcroft
Elementary is a busy school serving the inner city. At capacity it was
designed to handle 1,200 students from kindergarten to Grade 6. As most
inner city schools go, Wildcroft is over populated; there are nearly 2,000
enrolled pupils with daily attendance around 1,850.

 My wife is part of the committe that helped set up the school dance last
week. It was to celebrate the 6th graders as they prepare to leave for
middle-school (junior high). Our Daughter, Diane, is one of the students
that will be moving schools at the end of this term. Diane is a nice, well
adjusted girl. Pretty, and polite. Definitely her mothers looks, not mine.

 Dont get me wrong, I'm no slob. I look after myself. Nothing to an
extreme, but I can still turn a few heads.

 The dance had a 'Futuristic' theme. Lots of laser lights and silver
paper. It was no Lucas Productions, but they sure did a great job for the
budget they had. Music was a mixture of a live band and a DJ. Not that I
knew much of the music they played. I'm just not that into music.

 My wife and I were sat at a table discussing the work that went into the
dance, a few people had come over to greet us and made comment. The kids,
mostly 11 & 12 year olds were having a great time. There were no fights or
comotions; no bad words or flared tempers. Everyone seemed to be
happy. Half way though the evening, the lights dimmed, glitter effects
twinkled on the wooden gym floor. Our daughter was stood beside me and
chatted with her mother and a class friend. I sipped my coke, sat back and
watched the kids take to the dance floor; a slow love song started. So few
couples I thought. Remembering how embarassed I was back at that age. I
don't think I ever asked a girl to dance.

 A very cute, well dressed young boy waked up to our table. I recognised
him as Jack, the son of a fellow board member. Jack was wearing a black
blazer over a stunning pink shirt and crisp, well ironed blue jeans. I also
noticed the super shiny black shoes as they tapped on the wooden floor with
every step he took towards our table.

 His approach was slow. There was a certain atrophy in his walk. Fear,
anticipation... I could see his eyes, glistening. Oh how difficult this was
going to be for him. I turned my gaze away, not wanting to put him off as
he asked my pretty daughter to dance, a slow dance at that.

 "May I have this dance, please?" I heard the words and waited to hear my
girls response. It seemed a long pause, I sipped more on my coke, desperate
for her to have the courage to say yes.

 "Tom" My wife called to me. I thought she wanted us to leave them in
peace. Looking over to acknowledge my loving wife; I was stunned to see
Jack's hand reached out to me. "Me, you want to dance with me?" I couldn't
believe he was asking me, there had to be a mistake and I looked to my
daughter for her to step in and take the boy to the dance floor. "Dad,
don't be rude, he is asking you nicely".

 His hand was still reaching out. His eyes saying, please this is hard
enough without being rejected. Some other me took over. In a trancelike
state, my coke went to the table and our hands joined as we walked to the
dance floor. I was slow dancing with a hot 11 year old boy. In front of my
wife, daughter, more than 100 kids and thier parents. My life was over but
I was feeling prouder that I can ever remember feeling.

 "Thanks". Jack whispered up to me. His head lay on my chest, our arms
wrapped around each other. I held my eyes closed, not wanting to look at
all the people that I knew would be watching us. Not thinking that eyes
closed usually signified utter contentment or love; during such close
dances. "This feels so good, I'm glad I asked you".

 "I am glad you asked me too, Jack. Can you tell me why you asked mt
though"? Our hushed words were barely audible over the soft music. I found
myself with one hand on Jacks lower back and he other was wandering up his
back, lightly caressing his neck. My fingers gently rolling his long hair,
I kissed the top of his head. Why did I do that? OMG, did anyone see that,
of course they did you fool. People are going to call you a pedo, I'm
ruined. STOP. Calm yourself, I thought. This is not about me, it's about
Jack, he asked me. And Jesus H Christ, Was I having a great time with this
kid in my arms. I kissed him again and held him tighter. Oops, something
just popped up.

 "Don't get me wrong, I like the kisses, but you probably should stop. I
haven't told my parents I'm gay yet. Actually, this is my coming out to
them. I know they are watching us". The tender boy started to shake in my
arms. His own words started to sink in. This was his way of telling the
world he was gay. Why was he using me to make the announcement?

 Some of the other kids, couples as they danced, grew braver and ventured
nearer. I knew this song and it didn't have much time left. A boy dancing
behind Jack spoke up 'Nice GAY, couple' There was no way I would stand by
and take that from a preteen, perhaps if he was a full grown adult
homophobic with a gun, but not a snot nosed punk. "Another word from you
kid and you will be dancing your way to the crematorium" Jack giggled as he
rubbed his cheek deeper into my chest. I could smell the boy, our bodies
were heating up.

 The music ended and the dance floor cleared. Except for us. Jack held
tight. "Dont let me go, I'm scared to face my parents". We continued to
dance, the music was only playing in our heads.

 Hope you liked it. This one isnt about sex, its about the love of a boy.