Date: Fri, 25 May 2018 08:54:19 +0000 From: D.K. Daniels Subject: A Case Of Jitters - Part 4 I have a selection of stories on Nifty, GayAuthors, Iomfats and CornerCafe. If you would like to read more of my content. Check out my authors tag on Nifty or visit my website to find everything you need. My Website - www.dk-daniels.com As always, don't steal. Consider charity for Nifty, or if you want to join the community I'm building, pick up your hammers and nails and support me on Patreon if you can. (Links are on my website.) Lastly, feedback is crucial, I love hearing from your guys so don't be afraid to drop an email. I have not received the feedback I was hoping for. Lastly, the future of A Case Of Jitters is undecided. Well that if I should continue to make it a full pledged novel. There is an anonymous poll on my website involving the story. All you have to do is vote yes or no if you would like to continue to read the story. Like it up or comment below. You can find me at danny2017writing@outlook.com Check out my Patreon for early access to chapters. A special thanks to my patrons: Samuel Roe (Cynus), Thomas Tallis, A Case Of Jitters - Part 4 By D.K. Daniels As I assumed; the dance would be slightly awkward and unconventional, to say the least. Don't get me wrong, Sofia attempted her best to make it look like we were official, however, I didn't want to cramp her style. I mean what if she ached to dance with a boy on her own. A real boy who would treat her kindly, buy her sweet chocolates and be her glorified shoe holder and wardrobe while she'd go shopping. I grasp that it's wrong to play with her, but it's Sofia come on... this was her plan and all. Back at Christmas, I have no idea what possed me to tell her my deep dark secret, save I wish I had never told her. Not because she has done wrong with the knowledge of my possible confusion; merely because she has been an awesome friend to me since day one... furthermore, I don't want to see her get hurt. While I danced with her earlier, I couldn't bring myself to let her know that I was conflicted about what she was doing. Did she not want to find a boyfriend of her own? Not that we officially mentioned we were dating. People know us as a duo. If Jacob comes along, Sofia is bound to be trailing behind or vice versa. Although using Sophia as an act makes me feel guilty on some level. I mean the fact that I'm using a natural barrier with Sofia makes me feel like a coward. I understand something is not right with me, besides using Sofia as the excuse makes it all wrong. I tried dancing with her; she was stunning tonight. At the back of my mind, nevertheless, it was all a show, and that made me feel rotten. Not because I had had a date with Andrew, but because sheltering between two people is an awful allurement. Except I can't tell dad anything about this. If I did he'd freak out; I believe mom would be okay, however. So far Sophia is the only person who knows who I am and how twisted my brain is at the moment. When I placed both my hands on her waist, the wholeness that I had gotten from Andrew had dissipated, and I didn't feel as whole anymore. Throughout the last hour or so of the reception, I could feel everybody's eyes on me. Not because of my abysmal cryptic mystery but because I had been dancing Sofia. I know I'm sending mixed messages in both directions, but all I can do is throttle along and look straight. Before I left the gathering, I had escaped to the bathroom. For a full five minutes, I sat on the lid of the toilet and glanced at the text Andrew had sent. It made me feel all fuzzy inside, plus I knew that this was what I wanted, but the question remained as to how do I get there. Once dad picked me up, and that I said goodbye to Sofia, I popped into the car and reverted to a straight Jacob. *** When I wake up, I tucked into bed. A warm prism of light floods through the violent disruptor shades. Alone, like always and figuring since it was still early, I might as well indulge in some ritual activities. Letting a sigh of relief go I began to bulldoze the covers down as far as my groin. Hooking my thumb under the waistband of my underwear, I shimmy them down. Enveloping my small hand around my flaccid member, I fondle myself gently and tenderly. As time passes, silence and erratic breathing fill the warm morning air until a rush of euphoria spills into the atmosphere. Concluding my habitable process, plucking up a sock from last night's attire, I proceed to wipe away the remnants of my masturbatory practice. Carefully avoiding getting any mess on my fingers. Ditching the sock to the side of the bed and reaching out for my phone, though not before pulling my underwear back up, along with the blankets over my nakedness. I swipe at my iPhone, navigating through various apps, YouTube, Snapchat, then finally WhatsApp, I broke a smile, at a new message. 1 Unread Message: From: Andrew Feb 10th 8:45 AM "Good morning cutie. Have a nice day xoxo." Reflecting back on last night I feel tempted to send a message; last night was wonderful, and Andrew is totally hot. Except I'm scared. Though nonetheless, tapping on the text box at the bottom of the message I began typing. To: Andrew Feb 10th 9:02 AM "Morning... What's up?" Unsure if I should keep it casual, I voted yes in the long-run. I don't want to frighten Andrew off; though he seems to be confident in calling me cute. When I look at myself in the mirror, I don't think I'm all that cute. If anything, anytime I do see me in the mirror I witness a bundle of nerves, a face smothered in acne and I think my eyes are too far apart. I'm not concluding that I'm gross, only if I had the option to fix certain things I would. Lying in bed, glancing up at the ceiling, unsure what I'm going to do for the rest of the day, I concluded that going to the park to shoot a couple of hoops might be in order. Would it be weird if I asked Andrew if he aspired to come along? Perhaps... yeah, I don't even know if he likes sports. I'm only assuming this because our school is a fanatic about the physical aspect. Dropping my phone on the bedside locker, I believe it is time to get up. Tearing away the blankets, sitting upright, I slid my legs off the edge of the bed and plopped them to the floor. Presently a brooding sensation is taking place in my stomach. It feel's weird because it tingles and I like it. Propping out of bed, and strolling to the door, unhitching it and sauntering to the bathroom I took my place in front of the toilet bowl. Letting along nights buildup flow down the toilet, I assumed the idea of inviting Andrew out again would be too soon. Then again if I did ask him out what would I do with him; it was quite refreshing to be able to sit with him in a booth and be me. Sigh... Perhaps I should meet up with August, or Sofia. They could pass a couple of hours until this hormonal weirdness is gone and I can recollect adequately again. Skinning my underwear off, also dropping them on the bathroom floor, I start for the shower. Catching a glimpse of my side profile in the mirror on the back of the door, I decided to stop and observe. Studying my slenderness, I concluded that I wasn't all that fat. If anything, I can probably put on a bit of weight. That begs to differ duly to how skinny I look, more importantly when I'm naked. It's funny how I didn't notice it last night, how thin I am. Was I too preoccupied worrying about whether my face didn't resemble the surface of the moon, or am I too anxious to even see that I'm not as macho as I thought I was? Does that even matter? Would Andrew dislike me because I'm a little skinnier, or little fatter? I hope he doesn't because I like him the way he is built. Andrew's slim and athletic and stature, I still fancy him the way he looks. Although that is not the full story, I don't just adore him because he seems perfect, or hot... He's drool-worthy. But sigh... It would feel weird talking to someone else about this. Hell, it felt strange talking to another gay kid. Let alone running the thoughts through my psyche. I can understand why there is a bubbly feeling in my chest, you know like those times when you drink too much soda, and it gives you gas. Then when you force yourself to belch; it feels like bubbles are popping inside your throat. It's Andrew who makes me react this way. Placing my hand on my stomach, I study more intently into the mirror; letting my hand wander down onto my pubic mound. Which for the last couple of months has come to fruition. Fondly with a hint of curiosity, I gently traced my fingertips across the circumference of the region, feeling the small wisps of fragile hair. Contentedly starting into the shower stall; turning the dial for water, I stand to the right as the cold-water billows down. Loosely letting a cupped hand expend. The cold-water cascading embeds my palm; each like little meteorites into my palm. Each explosion, mixes with the already pool of built-up aqua, before spilling the edges and sent plummeting to the shower basin. Confiding that I lingered enough, I decided to get on with the deed and wash. Once done, exiting, I dried and trailed onto getting dressed. *** Tying my shoelaces, for some unknown reason as to where I am going; my phone vibrated on the bedside locker. Sitting up from my slump position on my bedside, I stretched across and plucked it up. 2 Unread Messages: Unlocking the keypad, I swipe forwargetsd to the texts. A sensation of hopefulness brewed, and for the oddness, I assume, I want it to be Andrew. 1 Unread Message: From: August Feb 10th 9:31 AM "Jay; no joke, I have tickets for Trampoline World; Olivia bailed on me, fucking bitch... 'I don't mean that....' Anyway if you are not doing anything would you maybe wanna come with me." Grinning at the bluntness of August's SMS, I like the sound of jumping around on a trampoline for nearly 2 hours. Except there are trampolines everywhere, up the walls and everything. Trampoline World is a pretty cool place to be actually. On the contrary, I should check out the other message first just to make sure because I wouldn't want to let August down if the additional SMS is Andrew. If it is Andrew, does that mean I'm obliged to hang out with him just because he has my number? Then again, a day out with August seems pretty cool too. Maybe I should postpone, oh wait; he said he has tickets, you can't precisely put that off to a later date. Ouch, Olivia stood him up. I should've known better I could've told him about her; she is a little bit of a flighty girl. I wouldn't trust her, hell I wouldn't even believe me so I don't understand why I wouldn't trust her. Exiting out August text, I clicked on the other new message. 1 Unread Message From: Andrew Feb 10th 9:32 AM "Heyyy... Nothin much. Just wondering if you would like to hang out for a bit. I'm hanging out with a couple of friend's later if you want to stop by." Glaring at the phone, the black font against the white background hurt my eyes, I pondered. What if I did tagalong; wouldn't that be a little weird being with all these new kids that I never associate myself with. Sure, I know them from across the room, well I assume. If he is talking about those people that he hangs out with, then I might know one or two of them. On the other hand, what if they know about him and if I turn up wouldn't that look a bit weird. Kids at school would then start to question why the hell am I hanging out with the only known gay kid in my homeroom. Perhaps it's a safer option to hang out with August instead. Part of me does want to hang out with Andrew, but the repercussions are possibly too much to handle. Navigating back to August's message, I click on the chat. To: August Feb 10th 9:35 AM "Count me in... I'll be over in a bit." Feeling a little guilty I decided to navigate back to Andrew's message and, unsure of what to type I glance at it absently. I don't think I'm ready for people to find out and I don't want people to find out. I already feel sick and queasy due to the notion of such a thing. The sensation is like a storm is going on in the middle Pacific Ocean and it's rupturing around inside my stomach. To: Andrew Feb 10th 9:41 AM "Sorry I can't hang out today. I'm helping my dad, who's going to Lowe's to pick up some lumber to build a new fence in our backyard. But we should catch up soon. : )" Putting my phone down on the bedside locker I contemplate for a moment; Although I feel sorry for abandoning such an opportunity, I feel good too. I don't want to appear uncomfortable, and I will be if I meet people from my school. The only way I can guarantee that that won't happen is if I don't hang out with Andrew if he is what people. Meaning the only time, I should hang out with him is when it is solely only the two of us. Is there something wrong with that logical thinking because I think that makes everything so much easier for me to deal with. *** Presently after breakfast; I'm cycling over to August's in a determined manner. I zoom down one street, left at another, and down the laneway at Ridgewood, and out into the cul-de- sac, I have come to accept as a second home. When I was little, Sofia, August, and I would all have water fights out in the center of that circle, and occasionally cycling in zig-zags when board. Letting a leg down; my foot dragged at the concrete, and I hopped off my bike. Propping it against the perimeter fence, I fumbled at the wooden gate, that has a pathway leading up to the front door. Like always, the locking mechanism is given me trouble. Jarring the side of the bolt with a karate chop, I push open the gate and walk to the front door. Automatically glancing in the left swing window adjacent to the timber and glass door from habit, I press the bell, lingering until I see movement inside. A figure approaches, petite but fast, it's August. With the door currently being unlocked from the inside, August cleared the door. "Jesus will you take your hand off the bell... My mom will flip," August said pleadingly, in a somewhat stressed tone. Realizing that I still had my hand on the buzzer, I took it off. Blushing; turning to coy, I smirked. "Awh... Sorry; force of habit I guess." Rubbing my two hands together I smiled, August grinned back. "You ready then, " I asked. With a nod, August slid out from the foyer onto the doorstep. Reverting his attention inside he called out, "I'm going out mom..." and like that, he slammed the door behind him. Shuffling the length of the driveway, I remounted my bike and waited patiently for August. Glancing around the street, I couldn't help but notice that some things have changed since the last I'd been here. The old tree that we used to make a swing out of is gone. All that remains is a stump in the ground where it once used to stand. Saddening at the thought, I peered back to see if August was set. Gripping my handlebars, I noted how August is dressed today. Not that it's warm or anything, but Augie has always been one to embrace the great outdoors. Regardless if it is warm nor cold. I guess I could say that August is one of those people who would coincidently say for the sake of it that it's not cold outside when the rest of the general population is wearing hats, scarfs and parka jackets. I'll never understand how he nevermore gets cold in the dead of winter. But still February is still cold; given that August is wearing a pair of shorts with a blue hoodie, it makes me wonder if his sensory input for such things is even working. Naturally, as the two of us pulled out into the middle of the cul-de-sac, I can't help but notice that August is still riding a smaller bike than mine. Given that he is nearly a whole head, shorter than me, and his blonde hair only comes to my shoulder presently, I can't help but chuckle to myself while I ride. "It's good to see that some things haven't changed," I noted. The both of us pushed harder on the pedal, and we bypassed the tree stump, and out of the cul-de-sac. Grinning over August, he side glanced at me. "Why what has changed...?" He questioned. "Besides the swing tree gone, you haven't grown anymore." "Awha - fuck you too," he retorted before the two of us broke into laughter. As luck would have it; August told me the story on our journey to Trampoline World. His next-door neighbor had asked the City Council to cut it down because it was obstructing their view of the street; as well as blocking the natural daylight from coming into their dark house. Sadly, of all the things to cut it down it was for a bit of light, I wish they hadn't of touched it because I had a lot of fun times on that. *** Scuffling to a stop outside Trampoline World, I dismounted my bike and walked it into the building. Leaning my bike against the wall just inside the first door, August propped his bike against mine. Entering the second door, we went to the reception paid. With the anticipation strong in our hearts, well, mine anyway, I couldn't help but feel that August experienced the same. We made our way to the small seating area adjacent to the trampoline section. Pulling off my shoes, August also, and his hoodie, we slotted them into one cubby between both of us and padded socked feet for the zone. August had already begun his animated turn of events and like that he took off running for the entryway, deciding to take off after him I did. Breaking into a small jog, keeping after him a struggler from behind a cubby shelf came out and smacked into me. "Hey, dude watch are you going..." I immediately barked but held my tongue. With a little bit of shock on his face, and rubbing his arm from the harsh impact, I stood dumbfounded seeing Andrew. The End of Part 4 Please send me an email if you are enjoying the story; you can find everything you need on my website www.dk-daniels.com Check out my Patreon for early access to chapters. Stick around for more. A special thanks to my patrons: Samuel Roe (Cynus), Thomas Tallis,