I was glad when Monday was over, I never did like the first day of the school week and today was no exception. Walking slowly out of school and up the street to the bus stop I had to run when I saw the bus arriving. I just made it, last to get on. I showed the driver my pass as he closed the doors and the bus pulled away.
Making my way down the aisle towards the back I noticed Ryan, who called out, "Alex, you just made it!"
"Yeah...had to run."
Squeezing into the empty seat next to him, he turned to me and asked, "How was your weekend?"
"Oh, it was okay. We had my uncle and his family visit."
"Yes, I know." He said, which kind of puzzled me, because how could he know that?
"How did you know, I never said?" The bus pulled in at the next stop, the doors opened and more people got on, it was filling up.
"Ah!" Exclaimed Ryan. "We have our sources." He grinned, without saying more.
"Yeah well, whatever." I wasn’t in the mood to quiz him to find out how he knew what I'd been doing Sunday.
The doors clanked shut and the bus carried on. Couple more stops and I'd be home.
"So, what about you?"
"What about me?" That was his reply.
"Your weekend?" I was rapidly losing interest in the conversation and just thinking about getting off the bus and being home.
Someone rang the bell for the next stop.
"It was okay." Ryan replied, without adding anything or saying more about what he did over the weekend.
I let the conversation drop. Ryan looked away gazing out the window and I was happy to continue the journey in silence, lost in my own thoughts.
I replayed events in my head; the screwed up paper note with the message from Jake, seeing him kissing someone else in the shopping mall on Saturday. Then I started thinking about Matty. I hadn't seen much of him or talked much, I should call him.
A nudge in the side from Ryan jolted me out of this revelry. "Your stop, you dreaming?"
"Oh yeah, see ya." I grabbed my bag and rushed down the bus, scooting off through the open doors as they closed behind me. I stared as the bus pulled away and had the image of Ryan gazing out the window in my head. He never said much. I started up the hill to home, but he'd always been like that as long as I'd known him, kind of enigmatic, but beautiful. I suppose he was someone to look at and admire for his good looks, not someone to ever have a deep conversation with.
Arriving at the front door, I fumbled for the key in my pocket. Took it out, inserted it in the round metal lock, turned it and pushed open the door.
Mum was home, she called out from the kitchen, "That you Alex?"
"Yeah mum. I'm going up to my room to change."
I heard talking and then music from the kitchen, so whatever she was doing she must have had the radio on. I went straight to my bedroom, threw my bag into the corner of the room, took off my school jacket and sat down on the bed. Kicking off my shoes and at the same time I took my phone, deciding to call Matty, but just then it rang.
"Hi Jake," I answered seeing his name appear.
"Hello Alex, everything okay with you?"
I'm sure he wanted to know if I believed him about Jonathan. That I wasn't going to dump him and have nothing more to do with him, but then I thought, in that case I wouldn't even have answered.
"Alex," Jake said again. "Are you talking to me?" I suppose the silence was a bit long.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm talking to you."
"You're not saying much."
"I was just... thinking, that's all."
"About what... about me?"
Of course it had to be about him, what else. What did he want me to tell him?
"Of course about you."
"Oh..." He said that kind of innocently. His 'oh' was the sort of 'oh' that said, I hope you've forgiven me because it wasn't my fault and you know I'm a really nice person. Yes it was all of that in one tiny word.
"Are we good?" He continued probing.
I thought about what to say, but yes of course we were good. Despite everything that's happened he was still a real sexy guy and I was very attracted to him.
"Look Alex it would be great if we could meet... maybe one day this week. What do you think?" I knew he was going to ask to meet up. That I guess was what he wanted from day one and I have to admit so did I.
"Wednesday," I suggested. It was a good day for me because I had the last period free so could get home a bit early. "Where?" I asked.
"Well... if you want to you could come to my place. It's not far from you... what do you think?"
I didn't really need to think about it, it was the best possible solution. If I was going to meet with Jake then in private, alone, suited me just as much as it probably did him.
"Yes okay. Send me a text with your address."
"Will do... what time?"
"Has to be after school. Around 5, 5:30?"
"Yeah, that's great. I'll send the address"
"OK, see you Wednesday."
"Bye," I ended the call, now it was done, no going back. Well I suppose I could always just not turn up, but I knew I wouldn't do that. I think I'd made my choice the very first time I called him.
The phone sounded the little beeps for an SMS. I looked at the message, Jake's address. I knew where it was, and he was right, it wasn't far from me. I undid my tie and finished changing out of my school clothes. Putting on jeans and a sweat. Then flopping back on the bed I picked up the phone again. I decided to check out Clash, the game, I was just getting started on farming for my town hall upgrade. Then the phone rang again and this time it was Matty.
"Hi Matty, I was about to call you, but I got side tracked in Clash."
"You in it now?"
"No. I was. I closed it when you called."
"I'm seriously thinking of joining another clan. I found this level five gay clan. It's international. I thought it might be nice to be in a clan with other gay players."
"If I leave and join it, will you come too?"
"Yes, of course Matty. Where you go I go." I smiled to myself as I said this.
"Okay, well I'm going to check them out. It's invite only. So I'll let you know. If it's good I'll text you."
"What's the clan called?"
"GAYOK," he answered. Then added, "I'm going there now, talk later."
"OK, later." The call ended.
It was always so easy with Matty, you could chat like that, not see him for days and just pick up the conversation like it was five minutes ago. Maybe it's because we've known each other so long. Maybe just because we fit well together. I don't know, but whatever the reason it's nice to be like that with someone.
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Wednesday at school it was hard to pay attention during lessons because all I could think about was meeting up with Jake that evening. Until the actual day arrived I had managed not to think about it much and carry on life normally, but now I was becoming more and more anxious. It was a strange mixture of emotions, apprehension mixed with excitement, I didn't know what would happen although I had played the scene of arriving at Jake's place over and over in my head.
When the bell sounded for the last period I packed my stuff into my bag and I was out of the school gates and on my way to the bus stop in record time. I waited ages for the bus to arrive, which was frustrating. It's always like that when you have something important to do or somewhere you need to be.
By the time I arrived home it was not really much earlier than usual. Mum was there and as I closed the front door I called out to her. "Mum, I'm going out to meet up with some friends, OK?" I asked, knowing she wouldn't object.
"Just make sure you're back by seven and don't neglect your school work."
"All in hand mum and back by seven."
I went straight upstairs to my room, threw the bag in the corner and got out of my school clothes. I never usually bothered with a shower, but this evening was different. Before getting dressed I showered and sprayed on some deodorant, I wanted to smell nice. Putting on my jeans and picking up my sweat shirt which I had discarded the night before, I smelt it before putting it on and decided it would be better to take a clean one.
I was back downstairs and about to leave the house, it was five minutes to five. Okay for time I thought, no need to rush, calm down. I called out to mum, "See you later, mum." Without waiting for her reply I was on my way to Jake's.
He lived in this little courtyard of small apartment blocks, three stories high, with footpaths leading to each block and the car park. They were fairly new and the grounds backed onto the park. Jake was in the second block on the ground floor. I rang the front door bell. Now I was feeling nervous. The door opened and Jake was standing there, a big grin on his face. He stepped back to let me enter, he lightly took hold of my upper arm guided me along the hall, pushing the front door shut behind us.
"I'm so pleased you're here. I thought maybe you might not show up."
An open door at the end of the little hall led into a small room with a sofa against the wall on my left. Two windows gave a view to the front over a small lawn and hedge bordering the path I had arrived by.
"Sit down," he indicated the sofa.
I sat down and continued looking around. Through an arch on the right was a kitchen and in front of me, against the other wall, a little black rectangular table and wooden chair. What particularly caught my attention was the picture on that wall. It was a modern graphic painting in bright primary colours, mostly blue, yellow and red. It showed a boy leaning over another boy, his head turned towards the boy he was leaning over and he had his tongue sticking out. His tongue was of course bright red. I liked it, it was a great painting. It was also quite gay, no very gay.
"You're not saying much. You okay?"
"Yes... yes... sorry. I... I'm a bit kind of nervous. I don't know, sort of don't know what to say." It was exactly true. Now I was in Jake's apartment and we were alone, I was flooded with emotions that I didn't know how to deal with, because this had never happened to me before.
I guess Jake understood something of what I was going through. He sat down on the sofa next to me. Turned to me and moved his hand through my hair and gently kissed me on the cheek.
"It's all fine, Alex. No pressure, just chill. Maybe you'd like a beer?"
Jake's manner and voice was having it's effect. I was starting to feel my old self and more at ease.
"Yes. A beer would be great. Thanks." I smiled.
He stood up and went into the kitchen, coming back with two beers. I took off my jacket and left it on the floor next to my side of the sofa.
"Space is a bit limited here," he said. "Take the beers, I'll hang your jacket in the hall."
When he returned he put some music on, quietly, sat down again next to me and I handed him one of the beers. We touched the bottles.
"Cheers, Jake" I replied and for some reason I just couldn't help but smile.
We sat there for a while just sipping our beers in silence.
"Where's the bed Jake?"
He laughed. Suddenly I realised what I had just said and how that sounded.
"You don't waste much time," he joked.
"No Jake, don't make fun of me. You know what I meant."
His laughter turned to a smile. "You're sitting on it. It's a sofa bed, but don't bother about that."
Then he leaned towards me and placed his hand on my thigh. It felt electric, I got an instant hard on.
"Let's get rid of these beers for now," he smiled, standing up.
I handed him my beer and he went into the kitchen and left the half finished beers on the counter top. He sat back down next to me, put his arm over my shoulder and resting the palm of his hand on the back of my head he turned his head towards me and kissed me.
I kissed him back and his tongue was inside my mouth. I'd never kissed like this before. My cock responded by pushing against my jeans. Jake's free hand once again was on the inside of my thigh. We broke off the kissing and his hand moved from my thigh to cover the huge bulge in my jeans. This time I kissed him, a long deep lingering kiss.
I was starting to relax. But it was good he'd got rid of the beers, I was afraid my hand would shake so much I'd spill beer all over myself, or all over his place.
Looking in his eyes, feeling his body close to mine, this was amazing. He led the way, I followed. We touched, we kissed. His touches were gently and firm at the same time. My body sort of melted into his. He licked my ear lobe, moved his hand under my t-shirt and touched my skin.
We embraced and we made love. It was... fantastic!
At some point we ended up on the floor. It was a chaotic scene of cushions, clothes and two naked bodies. Then we both started laughing, I rolled off him onto my side and he pulled me close into his wonderfully strong, warm body. Oh God I thought, that was real sex!