Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2008 16:35:52 -0700 From: David Courson Subject: Quarterback with the Emerald Eyes - Part 12 This story is fiction. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is merely a coincidence. If you are not allowed by law to view this material, please do not do so. If you are under 18 years of age, please leave now. This is a love story between two barely under the age of 18 year old boys in high school. If that offends you, I apologize and ask that you not read any further. Otherwise, enjoy. Check out the Quarterback Yahoo group. There are photos of guys who you might think Blake or Todd looks like. Submit a picture of how you see the boys or just post your own picture in the members section. There are polls and just general messages. Please check it out at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Quarterback_with_the_Emerald_Eyes/ I also want to thank Stephen and Vann for helping me with the story as my proofreaders. I realized I needed some help and they volunteered, so I eternally grateful. Thanks, guys. Quarterback with the Emerald Eyes -- Part 12 The following day, we arrived at school and found the graffiti gone. Todd was pleased, but I knew the damage had already been done. Whenever I walked down the halls, I could feel everyone staring at me. I wanted to shrivel up and die. At lunch, it didn't help much, being with Todd. Kelly and I were going to our usual table when Ari called for us to join them. After looking at Kelly, she gave a small nod and we joined Ari, Todd and the rest of the guys he introduced us to. Jason moved over one seat to let me sit next to Todd, and Kelly walked around the table to sit next to Howie. After we were seated, the guys went back to their conversation. Todd noticed I wasn't looking comfortable and leaned towards me and asked if I was alright. "I'm fine. It's just that I feel that everyone is staring at us. Everybody knows and it's just weird. I feel like any minute someone is going to start something." Todd looked around and I followed his gaze with my eyes. About eighty percent of the lunchroom was staring at our table, but quickly averted their eyes when we swept over them. Looking back at me, he said, "If you want to go to your usual table, I'll miss you but will understand. I know you want to keep this as quiet as possible." "No, it's alright, but I just wish they would stop staring. Everybody's gotta know now anyway, so there is no quiet as possible." Without thinking, Todd reached his hand up and started rubbing my back. "I know. They just don't understand." I instantly stiffened and raised my back upright to pull away from Todd. When he realized what he had done, he snatched his hand back down to his lap. "Sorry," he whispered to me. I looked at Kelly and I could see she had pity in her eyes. That's what I hate more than the staring, pity. I looked at my tray and recognized that I wasn't even hungry. I sat there for a few more minutes, and then excused myself from the table with my tray. I felt Todd watching me, but I didn't say anything. I dumped my tray and headed out to the senior porch. When I got to my bench, I heard someone call my name. When I looked up, I saw Paige. "Hey," I said, glumly, dropping my bag on the ground. Walking to me, she asked, "Why the long face?" She sat, waiting for me to answer. Sighing, I said, "I'm just so tired of all this. I mean, the kids here don't know anything about me and Todd, but they stare like we're celebrities or something. I just wish they'd leave us alone." Putting her hand on my knee, she said, "Blake, I hate to tell you this, but you are dating the quarterback. You don't find too many football players coming out as gay, especially not in high school. They're curious. They just want to know if the rumors are true." "So, what? Should I kiss him in the middle of the hall to let everyone know it's true?" She gave a small laugh and said, "I don't think you need to go that far. No matter what you do, they're gonna look." "I'm assuming you saw our lockers yesterday." "Yeah, it was probably some asshole fucking around. Don't let it get to you." "Did you hear about Todd's car?" "No, what happened?" "It got keyed from front to back." "Are you serious?" "Yeah. Don't know who did that either." "It was probably the same person who wrote on your locker." I sat there and slumped down farther. I felt like I was in a horror movie where the beginning is good but then the middle comes and soon, the ending, where something bad was going to happen. It always does in horror movies. Before Paige could say anything else, I looked up and saw Todd coming my way. When he arrived, he squatted down and put his hands on my knees. "Why'd you leave?" "I just didn't want to go through it anymore. I'm so tired of the stares." "Blake, don't let it get to you." "Easy for you to say, you're graduating in a couple weeks. I have to go through this hell for another year." "I told you, the guys will help look after you." "Todd, you just don't get it," I said, sweeping his hands off my knees and standing. "I'm not your girlfriend who needs protecting. I'm your boyfriend. I don't need them to look after me. All I want is for these people to mind their own business and leave us, or at least me, alone." Todd stood when I did and when I was done talking, he took the defensive. "Fine, I'm sorry. I was just trying to make you feel a little better about next year. I'll just keep my mouth shut from now on." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked past Paige to the street. Feeling guilty, I reached out and grabbed his shirt and started fiddling with it. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. I know you were just trying to help, but . . ." "But what?" he asked, looking back at me. "I don't know. I really don't know." I glanced past Todd and saw about fifteen kids watching us. It pissed me off so much I wanted to hit something, but all I could think to do was show them it was real. I reached up, grabbed Todd's shirt collar, and pulled him into a kiss. Todd's eyes flew open and his hands flew from his pockets and were trying to find a wall that wasn't there. I heard Paige say "oh, my" in a soft voice. There were a few snickers behind Todd, but I kept it up so they could get a good look. After about thirty seconds, I pulled away and Todd stared at me. "Wow," he said. Looking past him, I shouted, "Did everybody get a good look?" Then a second later, "Stop staring and fuck off." Todd and Paige both turned to look at the students as some were offended and left. Looking back at me, Todd asked, "What the hell was that?" "I wanted them to stop staring, so I figured if they actually had something to see, maybe they would." "You should've warned me. I just about lost my balance and wrapped my arms around you for support." "You should've. It probably would've made for a better show." I bent down and grabbed my bag. Standing back up, I said, "I'm gonna take off. I don't want to have to walk through the halls when the bell rings." "Where're you gonna go?" Todd asked, grabbing my hand in his. "I'm gonna stand next to my classroom and when the bell rings, I'm going to get in there as fast as I can. I'll see you after fifth." I said goodbye to Paige and walked away from Todd while letting his hand follow me as far as it could before it slipped away. Going to my locker, I saw were there was a fresh coat of paint hiding the word that was very visible only the day before. I changed out some books and went to my next class and waited for the bell. After school, Kelly followed us back home and we set up like the day before. After going over a few pages, Kelly suddenly jumped. "What?" I asked. "I forgot. I gotta pick up my prom dress today?" "You're going to the prom?" I asked. "Yeah," she said. "With Howie?" Todd said in a singsong voice and a big smile. "Of course," she said, batting her eyes. "I thought you said that the prom was stupid. That the only reason everyone goes is to dance, get drunk after and get laid after that. You said you wouldn't go to prom for anything," I challenged her. "Well, I changed my mind." "No, you just got asked." Looking at Todd, she pointed at me and asked, "Is he always a bitch to you?" Todd just laughed. I hit his chest with my open hand and looked at Kelly. "Bitch? I'm just stating the fact. Am I right?" "Yeah, okay. Fine, you're right. Howie asked and I said I would go. I still think it's stupid, but I'll be with Howie, so it could be great." "I can tell he really likes you," Todd said. "Oh yeah, how?" "He won't stop talking about you whenever there's someone around to talk to. I think he's smitten." Kelly smiled and blushed, slightly. "I really like him, too." Looking back at my book, Kelly asked if I was going to the prom. "Me, ah . . . no." "Why not? It could be fun." "Cause I don't know any girls other than you." "You and Todd can go together." "Oh, yeah, right. And have everyone stare at us there, too. I don't think so." Looking at Todd, she said, "Well, you're going aren't you?" "Nope. I'll be with Blake that night." "But, you were nominated for prom king. What if you win?" "With all that's going on, I don't know that I will." "But what if you do?" "Then I won't be there to accept the position." "But, the voting is Friday. What if, after everything that's happened so far, you do win and you aren't there?" Todd thought for a minute then looked at me. "What?" I asked. "Think about it. With all that's happened to us since we came out, what if I do win? That will show there's acceptance, right?" "Not really. You are still a popular guy in school." "Yeah, well, so is Jason. He was nominated, too." "Okay, so let's say you do win. What then?" "Well, maybe the kids aren't as close-minded as you think. What if they're just staring because they've never seen a gay couple before? Or maybe not even a gay person." "Todd, we live in Atlanta. There is Pride every year. The biggest Pride in the South, I think. They'd be pretty dumb not to have seen a gay person." "You know what I mean. Someone they know as gay. Atlanta's filled with gays and lesbians, but they might not know any. What if you and I are the first for most of the students?" "So what?" Cutting in to clarify, Kelly said, "If Todd wins, that would mean they aren't judging you. More like accepting you." "No, they'd be accepting Todd. Most of this country hates gays and lesbians. Just look at all the anti-discrimination bills that get thrown out or vetoed because they hate us. Massachusetts is the only state where we're fully accepted and then there are still hate crimes happening. I don't want to be a hate crime statistic. Remember last year? Out in California, a kid got killed in English class by a classmate with a gun. I don't want that happening to me." "Blake, calm down. If you don't want to go, we won't. Don't worry about it." Looking back at my book, I asked, "So if you do win and you aren't there because of me, will you hate me for it?" "Hell, no. It's just a stupid title. It doesn't mean anything." Leaning closer to me, he put his hand on my cheek and said, "You know I'd take it all back if I could. I don't want you to have to feel scared." I put my hand atop his and said, "I know. I just wish I could get more comfortable with things. I love you. You know that, but I guess I'm just worried." "I know, baby. Don't worry about anything. We'll have our own date night that night. We can go to dinner, maybe the Sundial, if you want. Then after, the Gregory," he said with a sly smile. I smiled and looked down. Looking back up I said, "You're wicked." Smiling that famous smile of his, he said, "I know." Kelly was utterly confused. "Excuse me, did I miss something here?" I said yes as Todd said no. She looked between us and I said, "I'll tell you later." I glanced back at Todd and he winked at me. On Friday, it was time to cast our vote for prom king and queen. It took about fifteen minutes of third period and when the ballots came around I scanned the names and immediately checked off Todd for the king. Even though we weren't going to be there, I still wanted him to win. Looking over the girl's names, I saw Paige listed and since she was the only one talking to me out of the list, I chose her. Besides, I have come to like her as a friend, so I had to give her my support. When lunch came, it was the same scenario as the last two days. Even though I got up and left on Wednesday, I stayed on Thursday because I needed to be near Todd. I guess with everything that's happened to us, I was starting to get a little depressed and only Todd could actually make me feel better. On this day, the depression seemed to get the better of me, and I didn't stay. I walked into the lunchroom with Kelly and saw the people immediately look my way and told her I didn't want to go through it again. I told her to have a good lunch and I walked out. Normally, I would have gone to the senior porch, but today, I went to the side lot and sat on the stairs to the parking lot. I got settled with my bag next to me and my knees up against my chest. I wrapped my arms around my legs and lowered my head to my knees for support. I scanned the lot, naming the kid's cars that I knew. My mind was going a thousand miles a minute. I did this to try and get the thoughts out of my head. Finally, I closed my eyes and let the sun beat down on my body as the cool breeze whipped through my hair. I sat like this for about ten minutes before I heard someone call my name. "Mr. Moore?" I looked up and saw a silhouette of someone with a soft voice. I covered my eyes from the sun and saw it was an old math teacher of mine, Mrs. Thompson. "Hey, Mrs. Thompson." "Are you okay, Blake?" "I guess so. I'm just not myself these days." Mrs. Thompson lowered her briefcase next to me and smoothed out her pants suit and sat down. I had looked at her and never really saw who she was. She had long, light brown hair up in a pony tail, hazel eyes, petite body. The beauty she radiated made me think of a model. `I bet she would look just as stunning without makeup,' I thought. "Does this have anything to do with what was written on your locker?" she asked, bringing me out of my noticing her features. I looked down, embarrassed and answered that it was. "Is it true?" she asked, concern in her voice. I looked at her, but said nothing. "You don't have anything to worry about. I'm not going to judge you. In fact, one of my sisters is a lesbian, so I can be trusted." Seeing how she had no reason to offer up that fact, I felt I could put my trust in her. "Yes, ma'am," I answered. After a short pause, she asked, "So, what's bothering you?" "There are just a lot of things that have happened, recently, and it's just so overwhelming." "Such as?" she prodded. "Well, first, I got kicked out of the house and . . ." "Wait. Hold on. You got kicked out?" "Yes, ma'am." "Where are you living now?" she asked, alarmed. "My boyfriend's parents took me in. You know who my boyfriend is, don't you?" I asked to see if the news spread to everyone. "Todd Blyth, right?" Glumly, I answered in the affirmative. "Anyway, we went through a rough time, but worked things out. He wanted to come out to his friends so they could get to know the real him, and one of them rejected him. Since that day, everyone has found out. Someone talked and now, they won't stop staring. And with the writing on the lockers and someone keying Todd's car, it's just more than I imagined." "I can see how that would be upsetting," she said, holding her pony tail to keep the breeze from whipping it in her face. "But there seems to be something more." "Yes ma'am. I'm scared that this is going to happen to me next year. Todd graduates this year and he won't have to deal with it, I will." "That's one thing that I worry about every day. I know there are more gay kids in this school and kids that get picked on, in general. It's not that I worry for their safety, but I worry that they're gonna have a hard time. Become isolated because someone's picking on them and they won't tell anyone. I've lost a couple students to suicide for that reason and it breaks my heart every time. Those kids didn't deserve that from life. They were good kids." "No matter how hard it gets, you won't have to worry about that from me. I think I found the love of my life, I have a new family who loves me, and I have some great friends." "That's wonderful, Blake. Just don't let the little things get to you. Yeah, the kids may stare, but so what? Let `em stare." I looked into her eyes and smiled. "Thanks, Mrs. Thompson." "No need to thank me. Just believe in yourself and you'll get through anything. But promise me one thing." I watched, waiting for her to continue. "If things get bad next year, you'll come and see me. Not as a tattle tale or anything, but more of a precaution. If you feel that something or someone has crossed a line or you feel you're in danger, you'll let me know, alright?" "Yes, ma'am, Thanks," I said, smiling, feeling better. Looking at her watch, she said, "Guess I better be going. I have a meeting with Principal Rudd. I definitely don't want to make her mad." "I'll agree to that one," I said, laughing. Standing, she said, "Just remember there are people out here who care for you, Blake. If you need someone to talk to, I'll be there." "Thanks, again, Mrs. Thompson. I might take you up on that," I said, smiling at her. I watched her walk away and when she entered the building, I looked back over the sea of cars and smiled. Her little talk made me feel better about the situation. I looked at my watch and saw that there were still fifteen minutes before lunch was over. I grabbed my books and headed back to the lunch room. When I arrived, Todd, Kelly, and the rest of the guys were still there. There was a seat next to Todd open so I walked over and sat down. "Hey," Todd said, surprised. "Hey," I said, nudging his arm with my shoulder. I looked at Kelly and smiled. She smiled back, happy to see my spirits lifted. "Thought I wasn't going to see you," Todd said to me. "Well, I had a talk with a former teacher and she made me realize it was silly to worry over something so insignificant." Lifting his arm, he draped it across my back and allowed his hand to squeeze my shoulder. "I'm glad someone could, even though I've been trying to tell you that for a week." "I know. I guess hearing it from a teacher made the difference. Thanks for trying, though." Leaning in, he said, "No problem, baby." We spent the rest of lunch talking with everyone else and Todd didn't remove his arm, nor did I ask him to. When the day was over, I asked Kelly if she was coming over. She said she was and followed us home. Like the days before, Kelly and I studied, and when Todd was done with his homework, he headed to the living room to watch some TV. When Kelly and I had had enough of school work, she packed up her books and stopped in the living room. I followed her in and sat next to Todd on the sofa. "Sit down for a few minutes before you go. Just relax," Todd offered. "Thanks," she said, putting her books near the door and sitting in Todd's usual chair. We talked for a few minutes then Todd turned the channel to some program which we all locked in on with interest. I couldn't tell you today what it was, but we got so caught up in it that when Todd's mom came in the house, she scared us. The front door opened and when it slammed shut, I thought we might just have to get a pry bar to get it back open again. "Damn, that woman," Mrs. Blyth said, going to the kitchen and practically throwing her briefcase on the island counter. "Mom, what's wrong?" Todd asked going to her. Kelly and I followed. Mrs. Blyth turned to see the three of us and looked hard at Kelly. I had never seen her in such a bad mood, so I figured I better do some quick introductions. "Mrs. Blyth, this is my best friend, Kelly. Kelly, this is Todd's mom, Mrs. Blyth." "Good to meet you, Kelly. I'm sorry guys. I didn't mean to come in with such a bad attitude, but I'm pissed." "Why?" Todd asked again. Looking at me, she heaved a sigh and opened her briefcase. "After work, I headed over to your parents' house." "My parents?" I asked, pointing at my chest. "Yeah. Carl, the family lawyer I told you about, got back with me and handed me two documents. One is for legal absolution to dissolve parental rights. I figured I would scare your parents a little. I told your mom that she and your dad needed to sign the document to terminate their rights as your parents. I thought they would put up a fight and I could talk some sense into them. Instead, your mom grabbed the paper went to your dad and came back and signed it in front of me. When she handed it back, she closed the door." Mrs. Blyth produced the document for me and I looked it over, not believing they would go as far as actually saying, according to the law, I was no longer their son. "Blake, I'm so sorry," Kelly said, putting her hand on my shoulder. I kept my eyes on the paper and my parents' signatures. "Did my dad hesitate before he signed?" I asked, not looking up. "I never saw him. Your mom took it inside and left me standing at the door. A few minutes later, she came back with his signature." "So, it's legal then. I'm no longer their son." "Well, not quite. To make it legal, you need to put your signature on it and then we have to file it." "Will I still have a brother or does he go away, too?" "No, this is only to terminate parental rights. They will still be your family. They just won't have any say in what you do." After staring at the paper for a few minutes, I sighed and said, "Well, then, let's make it legal." Looking up, I asked, "Do you have a pen?" Hesitating, Mrs. Blyth asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?" "I believe so." I looked at Todd then back at her. "I've got a new family now. There's no reason to hold on to the past." She reached into her briefcase and handed a pen over to me. In front of her, Kelly, and Todd, I signed my name next to my parents' and handed it back. "What was the other document you mentioned," Todd asked his mom. Placing the first document back in her case, she extracted another and said, "This document is for Don and me to take legal custody of you until you're eighteen. I know you only have a little over a month before your birthday, so if you don't want to sign it, you don't have to." "I don't want to make you and Don take responsibility for me. It wouldn't be fair. You two already have Todd." "Blake, there's nothing that would make us happier. Don't think of it as a responsibility, think of it as a welcome to the family." I looked at her and asked one final question. "Are you sure you don't mind?" "It would make us proud." I grabbed the document from her and looked over the words. I felt happy inside, but yet, I couldn't make out the English before me. I grabbed the pen and signed my name. I handed it back and she signed hers as well. Before she finished, Don walked in the door. "Ah, perfect timing. Honey, I need you to sign this," she said, walking over to him. "What is it?" he asked, taking it from her. "I'll explain after, just sign next to my name." Without any more questions, he took the pen from her and put his John Hancock on the form. Handing it back, he said, "I didn't just sign over our wealthy fortune to Todd, did I?" Todd jumped in and asked, "What wealthy fortune? Have you guys been holding out on me?" "No. Mr. and Mrs. Moore signed away their parental rights. We are now Blake's legal guardians. Or will be when this gets signed by a judge." "Cool. Does that mean I can boss him around now, too?" asked Don. Kelly laughed and I answered, "I guess so." "Nah, I wouldn't do that." Looking at Todd, he said, "That doesn't mean I still can't boss you around, young man." "Whatever, dad," Todd said and rolled his eyes. Walking over to me, Don said, "Welcome to the family, officially," then opened his arms for a hug. I walked into it and said, "Thanks, Don." Releasing me, I walked to Mrs. Blyth and hugged her. "You guys are the best." Pulling back, she said, "Believe me, it's our pleasure." I looked at Kelly and saw she had tears in her eyes. "What's wrong with you?" I asked. "It's just so . . . happy," she said, wiping her eyes. "Well, I couldn't ask for a better family," I said, putting my arm around her shoulder, looking back at the rest. "Well . . . ah, I guess I better get going," Kelly said. "It's almost dinner time." "I'll walk you out," I told her. I followed her to the door and held it open. When we were at her car, she said, "I'm sorry that your parents did that. I know it must hurt." "It doesn't hurt, per se, but . . ."; thinking for a moment, I said, "It's just a little depressing." "Well, it looks like you've got a great family now." "Yeah! They're amazing. Taking me in, caring for me, loving me, I couldn't ask for anything else." "Just remember, I'll always be your little sister, not just your friend." "I know. You'll always keep me in line," I said. "You bet your ass I will." We laughed for a bit, and then she hugged me. "I love you, Blake. I really hope things work out." "Hey, I got you, Todd, and his parents. Everything's perfect." "Have a good weekend," she said turning to open her car door, then looking at me again, she asked, "Does this mean when you and Todd have sex, you'll be committing incest?" "God, I hope not. Then we really will go to hell." She and I both laughed as she got in her car. "You have a good weekend, too. I love you, Kelly and thanks," I said, closing her door for her and watched her drive away. I walked back into the house and headed straight upstairs to Todd's room. I lay on the bed and turned my back to the door and started thinking. I wondered what my dad told my mom when she handed him the paper. I wondered what Mitch did or if he even knew, yet. So many thoughts and questions went through my head, but not one single answer came to me. I finally closed my eyes and tried to relax. A few minutes later, I felt the bed sink and Todd's chin on my side. "Whatcha feelin'?" he asked in a weird voice since he couldn't open his jaw completely. I turned so his chin was on my stomach, but he turned and put his cheek down and looked at me as I said, "Nothin'." Todd looked at me and repeated, "Nothing?" "Nope. Not hatred, not betrayal. Nothing." "Wow," he said. "I think I would feel something." "I did at first, but, not anymore. It still puzzles me, but it hurt more to lose you than my family. Why is that?" I asked, looking into his eyes and running my fingers through his bangs. "I don't know, baby. It just about killed me when I thought we were really done for. I'm just glad that's over. I wish your parents could have been more open about it." "Well, I knew from an early age that they wouldn't accept me. My parents and I were once at church and the sermon the preacher gave was about homosexuality, titled, `Sodom and Gomorrah'. I was about eleven, I think. Anyway, when the preacher said that homosexuals were going to hell, my mother said, `Amen.' I knew, then and there, they weren't going to accept me." After a few minutes silence, he asked "When did you realize you were gay?" "Honestly, I don't really know. I don't know if I knew anything was different when I was younger or until we met. In my house, sex was never spoken of and the TV had those parental rating thingys where the parents can set it up so you can't watch anything over a certain rating, so I never saw it on TV and the computer was password protected, so without their consent and constant watching me, I never got to explore that world." "What about school?" "I overheard some guys talking about sex and what they did to girls, but I never really thought about it much." "Weren't you horny? From the time I knew I could jerk off, I did, at least once a day, sometimes more, I was so horny." "Hell, yeah, I was horny, but I didn't start jerking off until I was fifteen. Dad told both my brother and I that if we did, we'd go blind, so I got scared, but I kept having wet dreams and finally, I asked Mitch about them. He told me what it was and that dad lied to us about jerking off, so when I figured out how to do it, I did it as much as I could." "Shit, I started jerking off at eleven or twelve. Maybe younger." "When was the first time you had sex?" I asked. "The first time we had sex was my first." "What? But you said you were a virgin up until April of two years ago." "I got my first blow job then. It was at the mall in the exact same place I met you. I saw the hole and got curious. A guy came in and tapped his finger on the hole and I leaned over to look at him. He told me to put my dick through it and after a few minutes I did and he blew me." "Did you blow him back?" I asked. "Nope. You were my first blow job, too." "Wait a minute. You had to show me how to open my throat. How can my dick be the first one you sucked, but you knew how to open your throat?" "Okay, this is an embarrassing story. After I got that blowjob, I went online and started looking around. I came across a pay per view gay movie site and I was looking through the categories and found one labeled instructional. I clicked on it and saw about ten to fifteen movies telling how to do everything from sucking dick to fucking. I paid for a little time and clicked on the instructional blow job. "The teacher was explaining how to suck a dick and what to do. He had a guy there with him and I had nothing. The only thing I could think that could work . . . this is the embarrassing part . . . was a hot dog." "A hot dog?" I asked, trying not to laugh. "Yeah, anyway, I grabbed one from the kitchen and watched what he did and mimicked him. When he got to the part of deep throating, he explained exactly what I told you. It worked. Yeah, a hot dog isn't thick, but the length still gagged me, so I learned how to open my throat and it didn't bother me anymore." "Well, okay, then. And here I thought you were some sort of sexual stud who's fucked all the girls in the school." "Nope. My first blow job was by a guy who I never saw again and you were my first fuck." "How many people have you been with?" I asked. "Just you. After that guy, I went back to the bathrooms, but it never felt right. I couldn't explain it, but something told me not to do anything. A few times, I went in and left a few minutes later and I would hear that there was a bust a few hours later, so after that, I listened to my conscience, I guess." "How come you did it with me, then?" "There was no one there. You looked young from what I could see. And that voice wasn't talking, so I took the chance." "I'm glad, but why did you want to meet me afterwards? I mean, isn't the reason for anonymous sex supposed to be so you don't get involved?" "Yeah, but since you told me you had never had sex before, I figured two things. First, I could experiment with you and next, I could take your virginity. I didn't expect to fall in love." "So, you were going to use me, then?" "That was the original plan, but when I realized I knew you, in a sense, I forgot my plan altogether." "Did you always know you were gay or were you questioning?" "I don't really know. I mean, I had girlfriends since I was in sixth grade. I didn't think about sex with them until ninth or tenth, but then, I never got the chance. When I met you, my old girlfriend had broken up with me because she moved to a different school, so when we met, it just clicked." "But what made you want to give me a blow job instead of me just blowing you?" "Again, two reasons. I was curious to see how giving a blow job would feel and because you were so new at it, I wanted you to feel how it was supposed to feel." "Well, from the way you sucked me off that first time, you seemed like a pro." "I went through a lot of hot dogs to get that good," he said, smiling. "Okay, now that I know how things got started with you, how did you know how to fuck so well?" "I think most of it was instinctual, but I did watch that video on how to fuck. If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't have known where the prostate was or how to hit it." "Thank God for the video," I said, smiling big. "Yeah. That first time we did it, I was concentrating so much on not cumming and I forgot all about it, but when I lifted my body up to give more speed and thrust, I hit it and you came. That's what reminded me about the prostate. So the next few times we did it, I experimented on your prostate and it seemed to do the trick. I know how crazy it makes you." "Yeah, it is an amazing feeling." "What does it feel like?" he asked. "I could show you," I said, giving him a wink. "Ah, no. Still don't think that's going to happen." "Pussy," I called him. "Meow," he said, giving his best impression. "Anyway, I don't know how to describe it, but I think this might give you some indication. We both know your balls are very sensitive." "Yeah, way sensitive." "It feels better when I suck them, instead of just handling them with my fingers, right?" "Yeah," he agreed. "Take that feeling and multiply it by about ten and that's what it's like when you hit my prostate every time." "Holy, shit. No wonder you exploded like you did that first time. If it feels that good, how do you not cum every time I hit your button?" "I think it's because my head knows that if I don't cum, I can get that feeling over and over. When ever you or I finish me off, I only have to give a couple strokes and it's done. Hell, sometimes, I don't even have to touch myself." We stopped talking for a few minutes and Todd kept his cheek on my stomach with his eyes closed as I continued to run my fingers through his hair. He opened his eyes and looked at me and said, "Guess what?" "What?" I asked. "I'm horny now." I laughed. "When are you not horny?" "Only in class. That's the only time I'm not with you." "Well, I can't much blame you. I'm horny now, too, after that little talk." He was just about to make a move to kiss me when he heard his father's voice coming from the hall. "Boys, come on. We're going out to dinner." "Why?" Todd asked, turning to look at his father. "We're celebrating a new member joining the family," he said with a smile. "We'll be down in a sec," he said. His father went to his room and Todd looked back at me. "Well, it looks as if the horniness will have to wait." "If you're good, maybe we can be real quiet after bedtime tonight," I said, smiling. "Don't tease me," he said. "Who's teasing?" I asked. "Oh, God, now I gotta wait a few more hours before I can get a hold of you?" "Yeah, sorry," I said, pushing his head off me and turning to sit on the bed. He stood and stuck out his hand for me to grab. "You know what Kelly asked me before she left?" "What?" he asked, pulling me up. "She asked that since your parents are my guardians, if when you and I have sex, would it be incest." "Oh, God, I hope not. Then we'll both go to hell." "That's exactly what I said!" "Come on; let's get this night over with. We got something to look forward to when we get back," he said, lifting his eye brows. "Yeah, maybe," I said. "Hey, no more teasing. It's not fair. You know you hold all the cards." "Yeah, that's why it's fun to tease you." "Damn, you drive me crazy sometimes." "Yeah, well, you love me anyway." "You sure are right about that," he said, leaning in for a kiss. "Come on. They're waiting," I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him down the stairs. A few minutes later, we headed out the door. After dinner, we came back home and relaxed while we watched TV. Well, most of us relaxed. Todd kept shifting and looking at me across the room in anticipation. When we finally went to bed, we made the quietest love we could. There were a couple of small, soft moans and a few creaks of the bed, but other than that, everything was good. Even our climaxes were stifled because our lips were practically glued together with passion. When we were done, we crawled into our usual positions and fell asleep. To be continued . . . Emails welcomed at dsc110875@hotmail.com Check out the Yahoo! group at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Quarterback_with_the_Emerals_Eyes/