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18 Weeks of Twoey - 6. Week One Saturday, September 6, 2014: First Kiss

My friend could not believe I walked away. Gary called me an idiot for not making a move on Kathy. “No wonder you never have a girlfriend! Call her and go to the movies tonight or something.”

“I don't even have her number!”

He just snorted. “Have Liz get it from Greg, dummy! No wait ...Kathy is one of Mel's friends, I'll get it from her.” And that was it. Within two minutes I had Kathy's number. Mel's friend ...Hmmm. Another connection between me and Kathy. Too many coincidences!!

Gary was simply a Google of information today. He also linked up Twoey with some wrestler dude who wanted his number.

Later this morning I did call Kathy and she seemed really interested in going to the movies with me, but not tonight because she and her family were going to visit some relatives in Rochester. We set a movie date for a next Saturday! Maybe Gary was right, although I didn’t want to lead Kathy on. Gary doesn’t know I have my eyes on Lanni. Anyway, by next Saturday, I was certain Kathy would be back to normal and the movie would be our happy finale. We’ll stay friends, of course. Then I could turn my attention to Lanni. I wondered what Deena would think if Lanni and I went on a date. I almost feared what she might do. I knew, for some reason, she didn’t like me. But then, I wasn't sure she liked anybody ...hehe.

Just to make sure I had things straight in my mind, I put the weeks into compartments. This coming week would be Kathy week, the following week would be Lanni week. Maybe I should do some checking and find the classes she was in, then I could meet her and ask her to go to the rink, or something. I knew there was a whole week to work out the details of that plan. I always did this because I needed to be in control of my life.

Then, a surprise. At a little after noon, I got a call from Sam to stop by, pick him up and head down to the lake. Sam was always good to be with. Gary was my best friend because ...well I can't really remember, but we just were. We must have gone back to being in diapers together or something, and while we were not alike in so many ways, we were just so close in so many ways. Sam's was a different kind of friendship.

Being friends with Sam was like being friends with an alien. Wait ...that didn't sound right ...it's not what I meant at all. Scratch that! Let's just say he seemed to have a different life, apart from the gang, and it was a life I knew nothing about. It actually made Sam sort of mysterious in a way ...in a way that I liked. It was just how he sorta seemed to know things about things that nobody else did ...or even had a clue about.

I might not have said this exactly right, but Sam tried to connect with me on all these different levels. Every time I was alone with him, he seemed to open up a new facet of his life to me. I never knew what I was going to encounter. Sometimes it seemed like he was teaching me stuff. Sometimes it seemed he was testing me with stuff. And sometimes it seemed he was showing me stuff he didn't think our other friends would get, if you know what I mean. Whenever he had these one-on-one alone times with me, I always went home a little smarter. More importantly, I always went home a little changed.

It was Sam who introduced me to meditation. That actually changed my life! I remembered every sight and smell from that afternoon in his bedroom, with incense burning and Sam showing me how to relax my body and lower my biorhythms to a place where my mind could peacefully ignore the pressures of the conscious world and sink deeply inside myself.

Sam did that for me.

Then when I told him I could never burn incense in my room, he chuckled and explained what was really going on, and that I could use anything to calm me. At first I suspected he might be hypnotizing me, but no ...I was able to replicate everything back in my room at home. I even did lots of further research on this stuff, and I’ve been meditating ever since.

Whenever I seemed to be agitated, Gary knew and usually backed off to let me come around on my own ...I did the same thing for him. That was how our friendship worked. But Sam was different. First, he seemed to know the difference between my types of agitation. That is, between normal pissed-off shit that isn't really important and the other stuff. The stuff that might seriously have been bothering me. He simply knew. I didn't pretend to understand how, but he knew when to let himself in! It was when I had those issues that I would get a call from Sam for some one-on-one. Sometimes he just played me music from a new group he was into. He'd find a song whose lyrics suddenly made sense to me in my current situation. I don't have any idea how he did it. I didn't even like the music he was into ...but it had happened so often that it didn't even surprise me anymore.

Today was one of those days.

I got to his house and he took me up to his room first, to listen to something before we left for the lake. Well he tried to do that, but I could never just go from the front door to his room without being intercepted somehow by his mother. She was one of the few adults I got along with--wait, that wasn't clear enough. I was always comfortable around her--that's better. She's tall and thin and wears flowery straight dresses and shit and always has flamboyant jewelry on that doesn't look very expensive. Like she was some kind of gypsy or artist or something--but Sam said she wasn't. It would usually end up with her shoving a plate of cookies or brownies or sandwiches with milk--always milk--at me before we went up to his room. Sam just grinned. Today it was sandwiches, and when we got upstairs he told me she only did that for me ...hehe. She must have thought I was too thin or something!

Anyways, he played me some metal stuff that was supposed to get me in the mood. Jeez, come on Sam! That could only get me in the mood for an axe murder or something! But I patiently listen to 10 minutes of sheer hell. Then he told me that it was a new band from Syracuse. OK, a band from Syracuse was supposed to get me in the mood?

Then we left for the lake.

In the park, almost on the beach, he steered us to a bench, and we sat. I think he just wanted a quiet setting because only a few people were around today. This was surprising, being a Saturday and still with decent weather ...but I guess after Labor Day it had to be hot to get folks down here.

We sat silently for a long time. I could tell he was just getting into the mood ...we'd done this before. Then Sam began.

“What if Gary told his parents something that he did. Something that got them so upset with each other it ended in a big fight? What if the fight was SO big that their marriage got ripped apart? Actually ended in divorce.”

I got panicky. “Is there something going on with Gary that I don't know about?” I started to get up, but he pushed me back down.

“No nothing! This has nothing to do with Gary. I'm just using your best friend as an example so you can relate to something. Don't worry about Gary or his parents. Jesus, David, calm down. They’re fine.” He chuckled.

So I did calm down and let him continue. He paused again for dramatic effect.

“What if those things happened. What would you do?”

OK,...no problem. I tried to put myself into his hypothetical example. I didn't have to think about it very long though.

“I'd be there for him, of course! I'd be the one stable thing in his life so he could cope with all the other shit. I'd be his rock. Certainly ...Absolutely! Not even a doubt. What kind of stupid question is that anyway?”

He just chuckled. “Of course you would. I know that! But what if there were a parallel universe where that didn't happen. Suppose in that parallel universe you decided to drop Gary as a friend--not even talk to him anymore--at exactly the same time he was suffering through all that. How would it affect Gary?”

Well, I had to admit, it was lots more difficult to put myself into this illustration, cuz it was so improbable. But I actually was able to do it and let the feeling overtake me.

“Shit ...it would kill him!”

Then Sam put his hands on my shoulders and looked me right in the eyes. He started again, and then spoke--very deliberately, pausing between each word.

“That is exactly what happened to Twoey in Syracuse.”

I sat there not comprehending. Then it hit me! His mother said she was divorced and that’s why they moved. I couldn't help it. Starting to lose control, my eyes filled up! I got furious! I tried to jump up but Sam held me there, pushing down on my shoulders again.

“Hey Superman, where do you think you're going? Relax! This stuff happened last year, you can't do anything about it. Hehe ...you always try to fix things, David.”

“I can't believe it! And I've been treating him like shit!”

“I know, that's why we're here dumb-ass.”

Now that hit me like a sledgehammer! I think my eyes snapped open wide. Sam knew what I was doing! Well ...I guess I should never be surprised at what Sam knew, but crap, that was spooky.

Then he said, “Now that you know, maybe change your attitude a little? And you can't ever let him know that you know this! Not unless or until he actually tells you. Got it??? Seriously.”

I agreed. Certainly ...I was smart! I knew this wasn't common knowledge. I could keep my mouth shut. But then I started thinking a lot more about what Sam just said.

He left something out.

“Sam, was there a friend?”

“Yes.”

Fuck. Twoey needed a friend. I guess The Plan required some radical alteration--for sure!

Once again, I went home a changed person.

That was only figuratively speaking. Actually, I only stopped home to get my skates, and then Sam and I went to the rink for a little ice skating and met some of the gang and a couple other friends, including Mel. It turned out Mrs. Stozer’s sandwiches had to suffice for my food today. Naturally, I couldn’t eat the crap everybody was pigging out on at the rink. But at least they had bottled water in the machines!

Twoey

Well, Gary dropped a little bomb on me during the morning run.

“I got a call last night from a kid who wanted your number. I told him ‘no way’ ...he’s gotta get it from you.”

“Really? I don’t even know anybody here yet. What was his name?”

“Wayland.”

“Oh! That’s OK. You can give it to him. He’s my partner in gym. I think he wants to get me to join the wrestling team.”

I didn't believe for a minute that's what it was about.

Sure enough, about two hours later the guy called and asked me to meet him at the lakefront park. When I got there, I looked around and saw him walking over from the parking lot.

“You can drive?”

“Yeah, I'm 16. Actually, I'll be 17 in November. I was held back a year by my mom before I even started kindergarten. Sorta sucked always being so much older than my school friends. But now I get to drive her car every so often, so it's turned into a little advantage.”

Derrich is slightly taller than me, has a fantastic body, being a wrestler. Of course, I now know all that from my first hand observation right down to his skin ...hehe. Derrich is handsome. Not cute, handsome. Beautiful brown eyes, square chin, wavy brown hair that just covers his ears, and a perpetual smile. Yep, you never get tired of looking at Derrich. I also didn’t forget he was hitting on me in gym.

“Hey, I'm glad you could hang with me a little today.” He sat down next to me on the bench. So we talked a bit; sorta just got to know each other. After a little while he asked, “Have you seen any of the town?”

“I've only seen the swimming area with the neighborhood guys.”

“Yeah? Who are they?”

I described them--I couldn't remember most last names yet--but he seemed to know who they were when I mentioned David's name.

“Oh, David's gang! I know them. Nice guys. Danny's hot!” Then he stopped and looked at me sort of stunned-like.

I chuckled. “It's OK Derrich, I think he's sorta hot too.” I knew I had Derrick sized up pretty well. Was that what gaydar was? Was it just his behavior in gym? Doesn’t matter.

He blushed a little and said, “Please just call me Erik. That's what my friends call me and I think we're going to be friends. I hope we're going to be good friends. C'mon let's get in the car; I'm gonna show you around!” So we did, and as we were driving away, I would have sworn I saw David and Sam walking into the park.

The next hour or so found us driving around the town and then along the lake. We even saw a few of the wineries. Then Erik drove into a parking area that had a beautiful view of the lake. Ours was the only car there. He turned to me, leaned a little closer, over the center console. “How's the tour?”

I smiled, leaned even closer and whispered, “You're being a wonderful guide.”

Then he did it. He guided our lips together and we shared our first kiss. And it was my very first kiss with a boy. Ever!

I blushed and whispered, “I hope I did that right. I've never kissed a boy before.”

I think that little confession surprised him, because he said, “Twoey, really? But how’s that even possible?”

“Well, I only just realized I was gay and you’re actually the first guy who’s ever paid attention to me--in that way.”

“Twoey, you know you’re really super attractive. I don’t think you have to worry, you’re going to be a very popular guy, if you know what I mean. To me, you're perfect, and I like you. I like you a lot.”

“I sorta like you too Erik. But I'm really new to all this. I’m even a little scared.”

He smiled and said, “Would it be OK if we get in the back so we don't have this gearshift in our way?”

“Only if you promise not to take advantage of me.”

I was mostly joking, but he got real serious and told me that we would only ever do what I wanted to. About two seconds later we were in the back seat. At first we only sat there smiling and looking at each other. I was almost paralyzed, I didn’t know how to start. In fact, I was sorta trembling a bit.

“Twoey, is it OK if I kiss you?” I kissed him, to answer his question.

We kept kissing. OMG His kisses were a lot better than those middle school girls I used to date. In no time we were having tongue duels. I wasn’t too sure what I was supposed to be doing--I mean there weren’t any rules were there? I just tried to mirror Erik so the kisses would fit together.

Soon his hands were sliding under my shirt and all over my torso. I thought hey, that feels great, so I did it to him. Erik had lots of muscles, and over the next half hour or so I think in some way or another I massaged every one. I knew I was getting more and more aroused, and the kisses were certainly becoming steamy. If it were winter, the windows would have been totally fogged! That’s when he put his hand over the crotch of my jeans. Then it curled around my erection!

I pulled his hand away.

“No Twoey? Don't you want that?” He looked hungry.

“Yes, of course I do! But I don't want my pants full of cum, and I'm on the edge of exploding!”

“Oh. Well, do you mind if I take them off for you?” I smiled.

Within a few seconds I was only wearing my shirt and socks. That was when he began licking up the side of my rock-hard shaft, and his tongue was swirling around the edge of its head. I was way too close! My rear was coming up off the seat and he put both hands around my ass while pulling me into his mouth! I was short of breath--no, I wasn't breathing! This was SO not like my middle school girlfriend's blowjob! I was totally dizzy! I had my hands in his hair. I think I was fucking his mouth. I can't remember. I just remember the most powerful orgasm of my life as I shot whatever I had into his mouth. And then...

Erik was kissing me and I could taste myself on his tongue. I slowly opened my eyes and he was looking into mine. All I could say was, “Fuck! That was incredible.”

He smiled. “I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hope this means we'll see each other some more?”

Liked it? You gotta be shitting me. Now let me just catch my breath and I’ll return the favor!”

“No. It's late and I shoulda had the car back sooner. We have to leave now. But I want a rain-check!”

“Ummmm ...let me think ...YES!” And I lunged in for another kiss.

What a first week in my new home!

“Oh, Twoey, just one thing. I'm not out to my family or really anybody, except a few guys I've fooled around with. And they're not really out either, if you know what I mean.”

“Well, my Mom knows I’m gay and a couple of people in Syracuse. I don’t think I’d lie to anyone who asked, but it’s all sort of new to me and I probably won’t be out for some time here--if ever. Someday I’ll tell you my Syracuse story and the bad experience I had there.” So we agreed to be ‘quiet’ about our fooling around.

That is, quiet from everyone except Mom.

“Who is it? It's not Blondie, is it?” Those were her exact words about two minutes after I walked in the door! I told you: I can't keep anything from her.

“No Mom, it's a boy I met at school. I think you may be wrong about Blondie. I think he's straight. Anyway, whether he is or isn't, I can't let his issues screw up my life. He'll just be a friend for now, and probably forever.”

She smiled, with a look of--we'll see about that?

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Well, that moved quickly! Erik doesn't waste time does he? But at least Twoey got to have a taste. :P And that mom radar.....
i like Sam. He seems to be the friend the guys will confide in. It was nice that he clued David in on Twoey, but now, David has another plan to work on..hehe.
Till next time.

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On 08/22/2015 10:09 AM, Defiance19 said:

Well, that moved quickly! Erik doesn't waste time does he? But at least Twoey got to have a taste. :P And that mom radar.....

i like Sam. He seems to be the friend the guys will confide in. It was nice that he clued David in on Twoey, but now, David has another plan to work on..hehe.

Till next time.

Thanks Defiance ...mmm yes, probably should keep our eye on Erik, but as Twoey said ...you never get tired of looking at him

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Dang, beat to the punch by Defiance. :)
Still, Erik is moving fast; part of me wants to rationalize it and say that guys move faster than boy/girl pairings out of necessity, and that it's basically a purely physical attraction at first. For me, even when I had my first experiences in college, I wanted it to be more than that...sometimes I got that chance, but more often not.
For whatever reason, my longest relationships were with bisexual guys--possibly because they could appreciate a more in-depth aspect of a male/male relationship. From my experience only, it seemed that gay guys were more superficial, they couldn't picture much of interest beyond the gay culture, whereas I didn't grow up in it, and considered it only a part of my identity and not the whole. Perhaps bi guys had that broader (sorry!) outlook as well? My very longest relationship was with a guy I was warned was homophobic ex Army...and straight--until a year or so after meeting him he came onto me, and we had a pretty satisfying relationship for nearly ten years; he'd go off at times for a few days to probably try being with girls again, but he always came back to me.
Anyhow, back to the point: Erik coming on strong is okay, and even wanting to keep it quiet I can live with...and I hope I'm wrong, but I'm feeling bad vibes about him and Twoey. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that he doesn't get hurt again, even if it isn't as bad as his former best friend in Syracuse.
More please!

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On 08/22/2015 02:11 PM, ColumbusGuy said:

Dang, beat to the punch by Defiance. :)

Still, Erik is moving fast; part of me wants to rationalize it and say that guys move faster than boy/girl pairings out of necessity, and that it's basically a purely physical attraction at first. For me, even when I had my first experiences in college, I wanted it to be more than that...sometimes I got that chance, but more often not.

For whatever reason, my longest relationships were with bisexual guys--possibly because they could appreciate a more in-depth aspect of a male/male relationship. From my experience only, it seemed that gay guys were more superficial, they couldn't picture much of interest beyond the gay culture, whereas I didn't grow up in it, and considered it only a part of my identity and not the whole. Perhaps bi guys had that broader (sorry!) outlook as well? My very longest relationship was with a guy I was warned was homophobic ex Army...and straight--until a year or so after meeting him he came onto me, and we had a pretty satisfying relationship for nearly ten years; he'd go off at times for a few days to probably try being with girls again, but he always came back to me.

Anyhow, back to the point: Erik coming on strong is okay, and even wanting to keep it quiet I can live with...and I hope I'm wrong, but I'm feeling bad vibes about him and Twoey. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that he doesn't get hurt again, even if it isn't as bad as his former best friend in Syracuse.

More please!

Thanks for both reviews CG (and I can't wait for ch32 of J&M). I guess things are moving sort of fast for both boys. Maybe Sunday 9/7 will give them time to reflect and regroup :)

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I agree that Erik and Twoey are moving too fast.

 

I'm glad Sam told David about some of Twoey's past, and David owned up to the fact he was being a shit to Twoey. Twoey is going to be shocked when David actually TALKS to him now! lol Sam's a great friend. :)

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On 09/10/2015 03:04 AM, Lisa said:

I agree that Erik and Twoey are moving too fast.

 

I'm glad Sam told David about some of Twoey's past, and David owned up to the fact he was being a shit to Twoey. Twoey is going to be shocked when David actually TALKS to him now! lol Sam's a great friend. :)

Thanks Lisa. I agree about Sam and think I need to flesh him out a little more because ... well, I can't tell you ;)

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Thank you skinnydragon. I am enjoying the story thus far.

 

I like the numerous references to Tommy's mother, too funny!

 

How does Sam know anything about Mike1 and Mike2 in Syracuse? It struck me as odd that David did not ask him? David should want to know; I definitely want to know ;) .

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On 02/08/2016 11:41 PM, said:

Thank you skinnydragon. I am enjoying the story thus far.

 

I like the numerous references to Tommy's mother, too funny!

 

How does Sam know anything about Mike1 and Mike2 in Syracuse? It struck me as odd that David did not ask him? David should want to know; I definitely want to know ;) .

Thanks for your comments oxala! I'm glad you're enjoying the story.

 

As you'll discover, David doesn't ask how Sam knows stuff, just that he's well connected. We DO find out, eventually, how Sam knows about the Mikes. :)

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I'm re-reading 18 Weeks because, as awesome as it was one chapter at a time, I know it will be different the second time around. And it is - it's even better! So many details that make so much more sense now. And I had totally forgotten that Derrich == Erik, and that he was Twoey's first! This is going to be fun - thanks again, Skinny!

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On 11/28/2016 07:47 AM, jess30519 said:

I'm re-reading 18 Weeks because, as awesome as it was one chapter at a time, I know it will be different the second time around. And it is - it's even better! So many details that make so much more sense now. And I had totally forgotten that Derrich == Erik, and that he was Twoey's first! This is going to be fun - thanks again, Skinny!

Thank YOU, jess!

 

I was a little startled to see a review of '18 Weeks' in my notifications. Your comments remind me how I too like to re-read a story I've enjoyed after letting it "sit" for a bit. Suddenly I notice all kinds of little hints the author has dropped and usually end up kicking myself for ever being surprised the first time through when something happened.

 

Glad you're still enjoying David and the gang!

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Well, that was quick huh? Both Twoey and David are trying to distract themselves from one another, it's great how they're almost mirrored in that sense.

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