Rupert called on Sunday morning to ask if I could visit him and stay for supper.
“Are you sure you feel up to it?” I asked.
He assured me that he did, and a few minutes later, Mrs. Gordon pulled the car up in front of our house. I climbed in the back seat with Rupert and took his hand while we drove to his home. He had a bit of a black eye, his nose was swollen, and the stitches in his cheek were evident, but otherwise he seemed to be back to his old self.
Mr. Gordon was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. He asked us to sit with him.
As he poured me a coffee, he again thanked me for helping Rupert. I told him I was glad to do it. Rupert told me about going to the police station to sign a complaint. He said that Louis had been arrested. He had been released to his father, but he would be arraigned on Monday.
Later, Rupert and I went up to his room. As soon as the door was closed, he turned, pulled me to him, and kissed me hard on the lips. I returned his kiss just as strongly before he did something we hadn’t ever done before. He pushed his tongue gently between my lips.
I wasn’t sure for a minute what was happening, but then he broke the kiss long enough to whisper, “Open your mouth.” I did, and I felt his tongue entering my mouth and wandering about inside. It made me shiver a little, but it was an amazing feeling. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and soon our tongues were moving together, almost dancing. I loved it.
I quickly grew hard and I began breathing faster. I could tell by his breathing that he was likely as hard as I was.
He broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, “Let’s be daring and get naked.”
“Oh, yes,” I whispered back. But then I asked, “Are you sure nobody will come in?”
“Yeah,” he said, “Once when I was just learning to jerk off, one of my sisters walked in. I was so angry everyone promised never to do it again.”
We moved to his bed, removing each other’s T-shirts as we stood beside the bed. As I pulled up his shirt, I was careful to avoid the stitches in his cheek and his swollen nose. Our shorts were next, followed by our shoes, socks, and finally our underpants.
For a moment we stood just looking at each other. Of course, our things were hard and saluting each other, bobbing up and down a bit. His was the only boy’s thing I had seen other than mine up close, and I was fascinated. I thought it was beautiful. In fact, I thought all of him was beautiful.
He took my hand and pulled me down onto the bed so that we lay facing each other . We embraced and kissed and our breathing grew faster, stronger. “Garreth,” he panted, “lie back.”
I did, and he quickly moved on top of me. I could feel his thing on my tummy. Then he began to move his hips forward and back. I moved with him, and before long I started to feel the tingle.
“Oh, yeah!” he said. “Do you feel anything?”
“Yeah. It’s great!” I whispered.
We continued to grind against each other, moving faster. Neither of us could have stopped if we’d wanted to, and we certainly didn’t want to.
Harder and harder we moved, and my tingle grew.
Then, I felt Rupert throbbing against my tummy as he cried out, “Ahhhh!”
At the same time, I felt my thing’s tingling increase, and I raised my hips against his as my own thing throbbed and I too cried out, “Ahhhh!”
We lay, bodies together, as our feelings eased.
“I do love you, Garreth,” Rupert whispered in my ear. I froze and rolled off him.
“Love?” I asked. “Love? Can boys love each other?”
“I thought I told you that,” he said, puzzled.
“No, you told me that two men could have sex together but you never mentioned love. And for that matter, you never told me how they could do that. Was that what we just did?”
“Yeah. That’s one way. But I should have told you that gay men can love each other too.”
“So you’re gay?”
“Yeah. Aren’t you?”
“I don’t know. How can you tell?”
We lay, facing each other, our bodies touching in every imaginable way, and he said, “I’ve always known I was different from most boys. I never looked at girls, I never enjoyed rough-and-tumble play, I’ve always liked to look at boys, especially cute ones like you. When I told my parents I was gay, Mom said it might be a phase that I would grow out of, but it’s not. She said that if I was gay, the family would all be okay with it.”
“I just don’t know. I suppose I might be gay, but I think I’m too young to decide that. I know girls don’t interest me now, but they might as I get older. I do like that rough play you talked about, because it almost always involves boys’ bodies touching each other. I just don’t know what to think.”
He was quiet for a moment, and then he said, “That’s okay. You don’t have to rush. As long as you enjoyed what we just did and are willing to do it again, there’s no problem. Take your time, but do understand that I love you, and I don’t think I’m gonna grow out of it.”
Then he asked, “Did you shoot anything?”
“I don’t know. If I did, it’s all mixed in with yours.” I giggled, looking at his tummy. “But it was certainly the most intense feeling I’ve ever had.” He got a tissue and wiped us both off. He tossed it in the trash, and then we lay, cuddling and naked. In time we dozed off, still wrapped around each other.
When I awoke, I could see that the sun was beginning to set. Rupert felt me moving and he too woke up.
He looked at his clock and, sounding hopeful, he said, “We have time to do it again if you want to.”
This time, I lay on top of him, our hard things beside each other. We began to move slowly together, taking our time. I pulled his head to me and kissed him, tonguing him again. I began to kiss him in other places, his ears, his neck, under his jaw.
“Oh, Garreth,” he murmured.
Soon we were grinding harder and faster. Our breathing grew ragged and I could feel his warm breath on my face.
Again, I felt the tingle, and it grew more intense as we moved.
Rupert arched his back and I could feel his thing throb again and again. It wasn’t long before mine too throbbed. It was wonderful although not as strong as the first time.
I rolled off him, and we once again lay embracing until he looked at his clock and said, “It’s almost dinner time. We’d better get dressed.” Just as we finished pulling our shorts up, we heard his mother call us to the table. We quickly put on our socks and sneakers and trotted downstairs.
I felt a little dizzy as we went, but I held onto the banister and made it down without mishap.
Supper was relaxed and delicious as usual. I’m sure others observed that Rupert and I kept gazing at each other.
We were able to have a quiet hug and kiss before I had to leave.
That night I read Rupert’s other sex book under my covers. I think Nigel might have guessed I was reading, but he certainly didn’t know what.
I was still on cloud nine when school began on Monday, and I’m afraid I didn’t pay as much attention to the teachers as I usually did. I kept thinking about Rupert and replaying in my mind what we had done. Compared to that, school lessons certainly took second place.
Later in the week, the rumor circulated that Louis had been expelled and was having to attend special classes for delinquents. He had not been sentenced to jail, but he was on probation and was strictly prohibited from coming anywhere near us.
Thanksgiving came. We had Wednesday afternoon as well as all of Thursday and Friday off from school. Grandpa had purchased a turkey which Ashley roasted. It took longer to cook than she had figured on, so we ate very late, but nobody complained. It was a pleasant meal, and everyone, including Nigel and Grandpa, was on their best behavior.
The day after Thanksgiving, it snowed for the first time since the previous March. The snow only accumulated an inch or so. Rupert and I enjoyed scuffing through it to our stream, where we brushed off a couple of large stones and sat, talking of course. I had just returned Rupert’s books, and he asked what I thought of them.
“They were okay,” I said. “I learned some new vocabulary, but I wish they had been a little more forthcoming about being gay and about gay sex.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I expect that soon books like that will be clearer on the subject, but you have to remember that it’s only been since 1969 when gay sex could even be openly talked about.”
“What happened in 1969?” I asked.
“The Stonewall riots.”
“What are they?”
“I’ll loan you a book about them, but the short version is that the police raided a gay tavern in New York City and tried to arrest a lot of gay patrons. But for once the customers fought back, and there was a riot for a few days. Many of the people who fought were trans.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means in this case that they were born as biological men but felt in their hearts more like women. So they dressed as women. Several of them were African Americans and performers, so they made a big uproar. In 1970, on the anniversary of the riot, gay people in New York held the first Gay Pride parade in the nation, right in the middle of the city.”
“Wow!” I said.
“The sad thing is that most gay kids today don’t know any of that history. And they sure don’t teach about it in schools.”
“I guess that’s why I never heard of it,” I said.
“Maybe next summer we could take a trip to Provincetown. The town is really a Mecca for gays in New England.”
I wondered if I would even be on the Cape the next summer.
The day after Thanksgiving, Ashley, Nigel, and I all had our physicals. The doctor was not Grandpa’s. It was a woman, and I guess she was okay, but I’d never had a woman handle my thing and my balls before, and I was thoroughly embarrassed. Anyway, we all passed and took the completed forms we would need to provide to the school on Monday.
As the calendar moved towards Christmas, Rupert asked me one day what I wanted for Christmas. I hadn’t even thought about it, but my reaction was that I didn’t want anything from him because there was no way I could reciprocate. I simply didn’t have enough money. I told him that and, while he acknowledged what I’d said, he told me he’d think of something.
“Please don’t get me anything,” I said. “I would feel badly if you gave me something and I couldn’t do the same for you.”
I was afraid he might just ignore my request, and I became more anxious as we neared the holiday. He couldn’t resist telling me to expect a surprise.
Copyright © 2025 Alan Dwight
Posted 10 May 2025