Rock and a Hard Place
Could I Have This Dance?
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Special thanks to my editors, Pablo, Flip, Smallfox, and Lisa for their valuable help and input.
I was awakened by the disturbing sound of my mother in the bathroom heaving. It worried me. I watched from my couch bed as she finally exited the bathroom, sagging, and made her way back to her bedroom. I hoped I didn't catch whatever she had. I also had a flash of panic that she would end up being too sick to go to the resort. If she stayed home, I'd have to stay home. I lay in bed worrying over that for a while, leaving me unable to get back to sleep. I heard my mom's voice from her bedroom and I crept over and listened at the door. She was talking to Reverend Rick and telling him about her illness. She assured him it would pass and they would still be able to go on the spa outing.
I smiled and went back to bed. It seemed like I had just barely drifted off when my phone started beeping its alarm at me. It was 6:45 and I needed to meet Justin in the parking area for part two of my plan.
I got dressed and grabbed my secret car key then headed out to meet Justin. He was there, dressed entirely in black, with a black stocking cap on his head even. It made me smile. He was really getting into our little secret operation. "Wow, you look like some sort of ninja or Special Forces guy."
"It's important that we don't get detected. Little details matter in these kinds of missions. You, on the other hand, stand out like a girl scout in a men's locker room selling cookies. Let's go get this done." Justin had a small toolbox with him. We went over to Mom's Audi and I found the latch to the hood and pulled it. The hood made a loud pop when it opened. Justin easily located the safety latch and raised the hood. He pulled out a socket and a wrench and started to loosen the positive battery terminal on my mom's car.
Justin pulled a small piece of clear plastic and a small thin cloth out of his pocket. The plastic appeared to be the corner of a freezer baggy. Justin positioned the plastic and the cloth over the battery terminal and then tightened the cable back onto it. "Go ahead and try to start it," he instructed.
I slid behind the wheel and turned the key in the ignition. Nothing happened. "Great! So I just remove that stuff and put the cable back on and I'm good to go again?"
"That's all there is to it." Justin trimmed the excess plastic and cloth away with an Exacto knife so it wouldn't be obvious and shut the hood.
"How did you learn this stuff?" I asked as he handed me the small toolbox.
"From my dad. He was a mechanic in the army. That's how he got wounded and messed up. He went to work on a Hummer that got stranded and it was rigged with a car bomb."
"Wow. I'm so sorry. I can't imagine how hard that is."
"Yeah, well it is what it is. So, good luck on the rest of your mission to get to the dance. I hope it's worth all this effort."
"It will be. Thanks for all your help. Hey, you know I got an extra ticket now that Gina's not going with me. Do you want to come and meet my friends from my old school? You'd like them." I took the toolbox and headed back to the apartment with Justin.
"No thanks. Adam's coming over later and we're doing some gaming and some other stuff we been planning for a while. He's sleeping over. Thanks for inviting me, though."
"Okay. Well, I guess I'll see you on Sunday then. Thanks for all your help." We bumped fists and parted ways and I headed to my apartment. I entered quietly, stashed the toolbox, and undressed. Then I slipped back into bed on the couch waiting for Mom to wake up.
She finally woke up around eight and I jumped up and pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt as soon as she saw I was lying in bed. I made some instant oatmeal for breakfast and poured us some OJ.
"Thank you sweetie." My mom said as she sat down to eat with me. "It looks like you're serious about turning over a new leaf."
"Umm, yeah. Trying. So did you find someone to go with you to the Spa?"
"Yes," she said. "Someone from the church is going to go with me. I woke up earlier this morning and called to arrange it. It is a very nice gesture on your part, Kyle. Thank you again."
"Sure. I'm glad you're going. It will be good for both of us if you can go and relax and we can start on some better ground. I heard you in the bathroom earlier. Are you okay?"
"Yes. It comes and goes. If it persists, I'll go see the doctor next week. Look at the time, I better get ready and go. Is this all the paperwork I need to check in?"
"Yeah, I got it all set for you. Just give them this confirmation number at the desk and they will hook you up." Mom gathered the papers and rushed off. I cleaned up the kitchen and pulled out my laptop. I was playing a word scramble game on it as Mom came out all dressed up with her overnight bag in hand. "Want me to carry it out to the car for you?" I asked.
"Sure. That's nice." I took her bag and we made small talk on the way to the car. It was nice to have a conversation with her that wasn't all strained and angry for a change. She hugged me and climbed in the car. When she put the key in the ignition and nothing happened, she became very frustrated. I offered for her to pop the hood and I pretended to check things.
"I don't see anything obviously wrong. Can your friend drive you maybe?" I suggested.
"Oh dear, oh dear. I'll have to see. She called the Reverend on the phone and closed the car door to prevent me from hearing his voice. I wandered off a ways to make it clear that I wasn't snooping on her conversation. She climbed out of the car and announced that everything was worked out and she was just going to walk over to her friend's house and they would leave from there.
"Great. Well have a nice time, okay?" I gave her another hug and she headed off toward the sidewalk. She turned and said, "Please talk to the maintenance man and see if he would be willing to look over my car for me."
"Will do." I gave her the thumbs up. "I bet he can fix it." When she was out of sight, I jumped up and clicked my heels. I headed back to the apartment and started making my own preparations for the big dance and the main event with Scotty afterwards. I was dancing around the apartment with my tunes playing off my iTunes on the laptop. Of course, I stripped naked and danced and wiggled as much as I could without hurting my balls. I inspected the incision and it looked pretty good. I really didn't need the pain pills anymore and thought about flushing them. It bothered me that my mom was using them. I wondered why. In the end, I didn't flush them and decided to take a couple with me to the dance. I broke into my mom's room and took some more cash. Since I was there, I decided to do a little backside prep work that had gotten interrupted earlier. I opened the closet door to get the toybox down, but then I decided I should hold off on that for a little bit.
I decided to go fix the car first, just in case I needed Justin's help with it. I pulled on some clothes and grabbed the toolbox. I popped the hood and loosened the cable on the battery. I removed the cloth and plastic and refastened the cable. I climbed behind the wheel and turned the key with excited anticipation. Nothing happened. I tried over and over until I became frustrated and angered. I checked and double checked the battery cable. It looked like it was fastened correctly and it was as tight as I could make it. There must be something else wrong. "Damn!" I swore. It was so unfair. I only wanted one thing for myself. I just wanted to go to the dance, be with my friends for one last time, and most of all collect on Scotty's promise to make love to me and take my virginity. "It's not fair!"
I pounded on the steering wheel and then headed to Justin's apartment. It was still fairly early and I wasn't surprised to find him sleeping. His mom was willing to go wake him up since she thought he needed to be getting out of bed anyway. He wandered to the door shirtless and barefoot. He wore a pair of blue running shorts. He was lean and had large brown nipples on his white chest. "What?" he grumbled peering at me through one eye.
"Dude, I'm sorry I woke you. I told your mom it could wait, but she said you needed to get up anyway. I can't get the car to start. I can't figure out why? I'm sure I put the cable back on right. Can you help me?" I begged.
"K." Then he waved me in. I followed him to his room and he pulled on some shoes and da t-shirt. "Let's go see what you did."
I followed him out and he inspected my work. "Looks fine. Let me try the key." I handed it to him and as soon as I did, he held it up and said, "Uh-oh."
"What do you mean 'Uh-oh'?" I asked.
"I didn't think about this but luxury cars like Audi's have special chips in the keys and they have to be programmed. A duplicate like this will only get you in the door. I'm afraid you're screwed. Only a professional locksmith can duplicate the key and program it and they wouldn't do it for a kid."
My heart sank. "Quick, let me borrow your phone again. Come on. Hurry up." I grabbed his arm and we ran back to his apartment. I pulled my phone out and got my mom's phone number off of it. Using Justin's phone, since Mom hadn't officially given me mine back yet, I called her.
"Mom, this is Kyle. Hey, have you gotten very far yet? I need your car keys to have the maintenance man try to fix your car." She told me to hold on for a bit. I was in turmoil and praying silently under my breath.
"Okay, I'll be back there in a little bit. We were just getting on the freeway." I started breathing again, looked heavenward and whispered a quick thank you.
I waited out in the courtyard. I didn't want her to be embarrassed by me seeing the Reverend with her. She rushed into the courtyard, pressed the keys into my hand, gave me a hug and thanked me for being so thoughtful and clever to think of that little detail. I hugged her back and assured her we'd get the car fixed while she was gone. I watched her disappear again while I clutched the key. I rushed to the car parking area and jumped in the Audi. I put the key in the ignition and turned it. The engine roared to life. I did a double fist pump and exclaimed, "Yes!" I pulled my phone out and sent Justin a text, "Cinderfella got his pumpkin carriage. Mission accomplished. Thanks."
"Cool. Hope u score 2 nite," came his reply.
I went back inside and I pulled the toy box out of the closet and was pleased to find that my mom had stashed the Thinsations and the lube that I had purchased in there. I carried it all out to the living room area and I spread a towel on the couch. I couldn't decide if I wanted to cum or if I wanted to be super horny for Scotty later that night. I decided, by the time I got around to doing it with him, I'd be more than ready again and doing it now might give me a little more control for later. Besides, I really wanted a good cum. I selected my slow song playlist on iTunes. I positioned myself on the couch and greased up the rubber pole. My own pole was already standing at full attention. I raised my knees and hooked my right foot over the top of the couch and reached around with the greased up dildo. "Oh, Scotty," I cooed. "I've been waiting for this for too long. This is our night. Take me. Ride me long and slow." I eased the rubber dick into my expecting asshole and gently slid it in past the first ring. I stopped and clenched down on it experiencing the sensations of being spread and filled. Slowly, I proceeded to slide it in while I gently tickled my thighs, balls, chest and nipples with my free hand. I imagined what Scotty's face might look like when he entered me for the first time. I was going to peek and watch his expression. Would he sigh deeply? Maybe, he might moan a bit or just smile that delicious, warm smile of his. Yeah, that's it. He'll smile in total satisfaction like you do when you enter a nice hot shower on a cold morning with his head tilted back and his eyes pressed shut.
I began the slow rhythmic motion of pumping the mock dick in and gradually back out, allowing the thick rubber dickhead to drag over my sensitive spot up inside me. I closed my eyes and lost complete track of time. Without even touching my dick, the sensations were building in the base between my asshole and the protruding shaft. As I tilted the base of the tool downward, pressing the tip upward inside of me, the next insertion at that angle milked a glob of creamy white semen from my dick. Along with it came a unique and powerful sensation. I pulled back and then pushed in again to extract another offering of my copious semen. I felt it pump from the little bag inside me up into my dick and all along the tube until it bubbled out as if I were squeezing it from a tube. Each emission was followed by another wave of erotic pleasure. I quivered and blew out my breath. "Oh, Scotty. Oh, dude I love it. I love you inside me. Kiss me." I so wished Scotty was really the one inside me, milking me, driving me to the edge of euphoria. I so wanted to engage in a ferocious kissing frenzy while he turned it loose in my ass and fucked my wildly like a couple of animals in heat.
I gritted my teeth and got a firm grasp on the fake balls and began an intense, rapid fucking. I pounded and pounded in and out until I cried out in sheer ecstasy as I crested over the edge and the waves of erotic pleasure shook me all over. My face contorted and my dick exploded with streams of cum splashing, hot and wet, on my flushed skin. Finally, it was over and I collapsed. I let go of the dildo and dropped my left knee down with my leg flat. The impaling rubber dick remained pressed deep inside my ass. I was sweating and panting heavily. "Fuck yes," I muttered. "Let it be even better tonight." It was an amazing, hands free cum.
Normally, my dick would have shrunk right after cumming but long after that amazing hands free experience, it remained hard and quivering, slick with goo that had oozed out at the beginning and end of the amazing event. I looked down at the large amount of cum on my chest and belly and scooped up a glob to taste. I savored the sweet flavor and gathered more and more of it until it turned watery and dripped off my torso onto the towel. The dildo remained clamped up inside of me and my dick was still hard, but no longer throbbing. I slowly traced circles around the slippery dickhead and savored the tingling sensations that coursed through it. Finally, the after party subsided and I carefully extracted the dildo. My sphincter fought the removal and I had to stop at several intervals and consciously relax. I lifted it to my nose and smelled it. It was an odd smell, not really definable.
I stood, and used the towel to wipe up what hadn't dried on my chest and belly and made my way to the bathroom. I started the shower and when it was warm, I stepped in. Before doing so, I stepped on the scales and was aghast that I'd gained five pounds. It didn't really matter since I didn't have to make weight anymore, but out of force of habit, I felt a moment of panic. Once under the warm spray, I thoroughly cleaned up the dildo, and washed myself thoroughly as well. I even soaped up inside my butt as far as my finger would go. I spread my ass cheeks and relaxed my ring to get as much water up my butthole as possible to wash it out good. I soaped up the rest of me, carefully caressing my balls. It felt nice to be in a real shower. It was my first one since the operation and I hoped it wasn't too soon. I just couldn't face another sponge bath. I was very careful washing and drying my incision area. The power of the body to heal amazed me. If only hearts and emotions healed as easily as skin.
I cleaned everything up and replaced it. I pulled my black suit out from under the couch and pressed my white shirt. I went into Mom's closet and tried on a pair of the Reverend's black Ferragamo dress shoes. They were a half size too large, but I just laced them up tightly and was pleased that they would work. I thought how amusing it was that I'd be taking the Reverend's shoes off to get fucked right around the same time he might be doing the same thing.
When everything was ready and laid out, I dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and went out and messed with the car again. I tested it first and it fired right up. Then, I loosened the cable one more time and pulled it off. I went looking for the maintenance man and he was more than happy to come check out the car for my mom. He was a really nice guy. I popped the hood and he immediately spied the loose cable. He went to his truck and came back with the tools to tighten it and naturally it started right up. "Gosh, thanks mister," I said like some goofy Disney kid. "My mom's gonna really appreciate your help."
"My pleasure. You tell your mom it was no trouble at all."
I took the tools back to Justin and he invited me in. I told him I only had two hours maybe and he said that was cool. We sat on his bed and played an RPG game called Ministry of War. I had to admit to myself that I could see how something like that could become addicting. He let me join in some of the decision making and of course, I mostly made errors, but he countered around them. Occasionally, if I was making a really bad decision, he would override me and explain why. I partly watched the game and I partly watched Justin. He was mostly naked again and sort of cute in his own way. He smiled easily and he was so intense at times when he played the game. As I often do, I wondered what he looked like naked. It had become a rather bad habit of mine to mentally undress guys since I'd gotten over the gay guilt thing. I pictured Justin with an average dick and nice round ball pouch and a fairly nice patch of jet black pubes. He had a slight mustache and dark hair on his legs from the knees on down to his sock line. I caught a few glimpses of his armpit hair and it was thick and jet black.
Starting to bone up, I said, "I better go. Thanks again for all your help."
"Yeah. Have fun tonight."
"Oh trst me, I will." I said it so dreamily and emphatically that he stopped his gaming and stared at me a minute. Then a smile crept across his face. "I bet you got a little after dance party planned, haven't you? But I thought that Gina chick dumped on you."
"Let's just say I'm a pretty versatile guy when it comes to getting what I want."
His grin widened and he said, "I haven't known you very long and I already know that about you for sure, dude. If I ever need to break into the Pentagon, I'll give you a call. Well, pin 'er to the mat and show 'er no mercy, wrestler boy. But, you have to give me the blow by blow details tomorrow after church. I am impossibly nosy, you know."
I punched him playfully on the shoulder and left.
I went back home and got dressed. I found the support underwear and put them on to take as good care of my balls as possible. When I was fully decked out, I checked myself in the bathroom mirror and thought, now that I was done with wrestling for a while; I might grow my hair out. I felt handsome and I wondered what Scotty would be wearing. I grabbed my phone and sent a text. I asked what he was wearing and he told me he had a shiny grey suit and a purple tie. I went in to my mom's closet and sorted through the Reverend's ties and was thrilled to find a purple one. I took my red one off and tied on the purple one. I rustled through his underwear drawer and found a matching pocket scarf. I tucked it in the pocket of my black suit and admired myself in the mirror. "Now that's some major swag," I said.
On my way out to the car, I passed Adam coming in. "Wow, dude, looking sharp!"
"Thanks. Justin told me you were spending the night. You guys have fun."
"We will. Probably more fun than you'll have since your date bombed on you. Why are you still going anyway?" Adam asked, honestly curious.
"I still want to hang with my old friends and I know others I can dance with and you never know, I may still get lucky with some of the other solos there." I smiled slyly.
"Good luck with that," Adam called as I headed into the parking area.
I climbed in Mom's Audi, turned the ignition and adjusted the mirrors. Backing out carefully, I took a deep breath and headed out onto the road. I followed the main drag past the church and the school and on to the freeway. I was a little nervous driving on the freeway, but fortunately it wasn't crowded. I loved driving. I couldn't wait until I could do so legally. I loved the freedom and the radio playing my favorite station. I sang along with the songs and kept thinking about the night.
I started singing to myself in a little happy chant, "I'm having sex with Scotty tonight, oh yeah. I'm having sex with Scotty tonight, oh yeah." I amused myself with that for several miles. Finally, I arrived at the school and pulled into the parking lot. I checked the time and it was nine. I wondered if Mom and the Reverend were involved in foreplay yet or still having a late dinner. I watched the couples making their way from the parking lot to the dance hand in hand and wished I was part of the group with Gina, but still glad I was at least going stag. It was mostly Scotty and William I wanted to see anyway. Of course it would be nice to see Dig and Bodie and my other friends too. I showed my ticket and student ID at the door and went in.
The gym was magically transformed into a forest meadow. The twinkling lights over the tulle fabric on the ceiling really did give the impression of stars. Someone had made a crescent moon that was backlit and hung in a corner. There were potted trees and plants all around the perimeter that had been donated by some father who owned a nursery. The branches of the trees hauled in from Bodie's property were secured against the wall on three sides. All around the walls were pictures of the various couples. I walked around and was finding the ones that I knew. To my surprise, I found one of Dig and Rochelle on the wall. There was William and Brenda's not far away. Happily, I didn't see one of Scotty and his lesbian date but there was one of Kirk and Cathy.
In one corner of the gym was a waterfall fountain and next to it, someone had brought in a couple of those white wire frame deer sculptures lit up in white lights like you see on front yards during Christmas time. It was a neat effect. I walked over and when I saw the sign on the wall above the rock fountain, I cracked up. It was a yellow caution sign that read, "Caution, Falling Rock." I went looking for Bodie. I knew he was the culprit.
I found him and his date over by the refreshment table. "ROCK!" he exclaimed when he spied me. He came over and gave me big, Bodie-style bear hug. "I didn't expect to see you here. How you doing, man?"
"Good. I'm good. How are you?" I asked.
"Me? I'm great. Life's good. So where you at now?"
"I'm living with my mother out of town. I can't really say exactly. It sucks." I answered.
"Dude, it's like you're in witness protection or something. So did you really kill a gang leader in Juvey?" Bodie asked.
"No, but I was involved in the gang fight when he died. Five of them ganged up on me. It was horrible."
"Wow," Bodie said. Then, lowering his voice he asked, "Did you really almost get your nuts cut off?"
"Yeah." Bodie's date cringed. "It's not really something I should talk about in mixed company. So where is everyone at?"
"Over here, come on." Bodie took his date's empty cup and tossed it. He took her by the hand and I followed them over to where the wrestler crowd was dancing and hanging out. "Look what I found lurking in the shadows," Bodie announced.
Everyone gave me a shout out over the loud music and all the guys in turn gave me giant hugs. I was pleased to see William was hanging with the group and Scotty was nearby him. William was next to last to hug me and it was brief and awkward which was typical for him. Then Scotty grabbed me and pulled me into one of his patented tight hugs where his left hand cupped my left shoulder blade and his right hand went to the small of my back and then he pressed his fingertips into my back in a wonderful massaging action. I hugged back and didn't want to let go, but I knew we had to keep it brief enough to appear like just a good friend's hug.
"I am ecstatic for your presence with us," William announced. "I had not anticipated your ability to attend."
"It's good to see you too, William." I turned to Brenda and asked, "So is he being a proper gentleman?"
She smiled and said demurely, "Always." She took William's hand and gave him a warm smile. "That's why I like him so much." William smiled in a mixture of joy and embarrassment.
"So are you two debate partners now?" I asked.
"Oh, yes. Brenda is a magnificent partner and the judges find her much more pleasant to look at than you. I think she adds a certain element to our appeal." Then in an unusual stroke of thoughtfulness he added, "But, I do miss being partners with you." I smiled.
"I miss you too, bud. I really do."
Dig and Goob grabbed my attention and wanted to know about my Juvey experience. They started relating a bunch of the crazy gossip they had heard and pressed me to know if any of it was true.
"I don't know if I should really talk about it in front of the ladies, it's not exactly PG material."
"Ladies, why don't you all go to the bathroom and discuss the size of our dicks or whatever the hell it is you all do in there while Kyle spills his guts to us," Goob said. His date hit him hard in the arm and he cried out, "Ouch. Date Abuse! Call the cops." He rubbed his arm.
"Yeah, more like CHILD abuse," She said, shaking her head. "I don't know about the other girls, but I'm not about to miss this story. What do you say ladies, are we in or out?"
"IN!" they all insisted.
"Okay, but I warned you." Everyone gathered in to a tight circle and I started with the party at my house and how it got out of hand. I went through the events at William's house after getting his permission to share that part. He agreed. I asked if he'd heard anything from his dad and he said that neither he nor his mother had heard anything at all. He said that home was more peaceful without him, but they were worried for his welfare. When they prodded me to continue, I went through the chase scene and when I got to the part about the train tracks, Scotty took over and told it in much more detail and with a great deal of emotional fervor. I was glad he left the part out about me peeing my pants. He was still shaken up over it. You could hear it in his voice as he talked about it. Then I took them through the Juvey experience and meeting up with Bull and Pablo.
I handled the drugs hidden in their assholes as delicately as possible, but several of the girls groaned over it anyway. Goob on the other hand started walking all stiff legged and said, "No officer, I always walk like this." Then he added, "I always knew those gang guys were 'dipshits,' I just didn't know they were 'dope-shits'." We all laughed at that one.
I told them about the showers and Renaldo coming on to me and wanting to buttfuck me. I told them about the fight in the cafeteria and then getting set up in the shower room. I took them blow by blow through the fight and how I disabled three of the thugs before Bull got me in the sleeper hold. Since the ladies didn't want to excuse themselves, I went ahead and described Renaldo's attempted rape against me and his attempt to cut my balls off with the sharpened glass shard. Everyone's eyes were wide and mouths hung ajar all around the circle.
"Holy shit! Goob said and grabbed his balls. The other guys except for William did the same and groaned. What was funniest was that Scotty's lesbian date grabbed her crotch too.
"What?" She said. "I can imagine it. You don't need a set to know you wouldn't want to lose them." We all laughed.
William piped up and said, "I had one of my testicles surgically removed and can attest to the fact that it is a very unpleasant experience. The physician did not slice into my scrotum like the gang guy, Renaldo, did to Kyle's. His incision is very large and mine is very small and it is up here above my genitals. They just maneuver the testicle up and out of the slot right here." He pointed to the spot on his trousers where the incision would be located. Girls started to giggle, but he continued, "I was highly surprised to see the extensive damage to Kyle's scrotum when I visited him in the hospital earlier this week and am much surprised he has sufficiently healed …" Brenda took his face in her hands and shushed him. I was glad for her taking charge of him. It was more than a little embarrassing to have everyone picturing William inspecting my scrotum.
In an odd sort of way, it was therapeutic to be able to tell the story in such detail to a group of my peers. I ended the story with the gang trashing my house and threw in the bit about the dead dog being put in my bed.
Bodie asked the obvious question that I hadn't really thought of, "Do you think the gang and the guys at William's house are connected somehow?"
"Shit. I never really put that together for some reason, but maybe. That's too big of a coincidence otherwise. But how?" I decided to call Officer Milsap in the morning and mention that to him.
I finished my tale with an explanation that I had to go live with my mom out of town for a while to let the gang thing settle down. I told them how much I was going to miss all of them and how sad I was that my new school didn't have a wrestling team. I got emotional all of a sudden and said in a choked voice, "I'm really going to miss you guys." I dabbed my eyes on my sleeve. William put his long arm around me and pulled me into a hug. Scotty grabbed me from the other side and pretty soon the whole group was in on it.
"Oh, isn't this precious?" Tyler said. "The wrestling fags are all having a group hug with the gay little Juvenile delinquent in the middle. I was glad to hear you got gang raped in there. It couldn't have happened to a nicer gay."
The group broke up and Dig stood up to Tyler and his baseball buddies who were backing him up. "Fuck off Tyler."
"Or what, Dig-head?"
"Or I'll rearrange your ugly face. I might improve it for you. Lord knows it couldn't get any uglier."
"What's the faggot delinquent doing here? I thought he was banned from campus. When my dad hears about this, shit's gonna hit the fan. I'm gonna go find Mrs. Matthews and get your sorry ass thrown out of here."
"Hey, Tyler, instead of tattling, why don't we take it outside and I'll finish what I started."
"Yeah, right. Like I'm gonna kick your ass while I'm wearing a rented tuxedo. I don't think so. But any other time and place. You name it and I'll be there to kick your gay ass. I'll kill you in a fair fight."
"I'm ready when you are asshole. Now why don't you run along and pretend you have a life," I said. He flipped me off and they disappeared. An awesome dance song, Makes Me Wonder by Maroon 5, came on and to break the tension, we all started to dance. No one danced with anyone in particular and so I didn't feel uncomfortable being in the group.
After several dances, a slow song came on and that was awkward. I desperately wanted to grab Scotty and pull him tight to me and sway to the melody, pressing boner to boner. Instead, I wandered over to the refreshment table and found Gina sitting alone at a table. "This taken?" I asked.
Her first look was surprise and then guilt, but it quickly melted into a warm smile. "Nope. Sit down."
"Would you like another drink?"
"Sure. Thanks. It'll be nice to get waited on for a change." I got us both a drink of juice and some cookies. I sat down across from her.
"How are you doing? You don't look too happy."
"It hasn't exactly been a thrilling evening," she confessed. "My cousin, Daniel, dumped me here early on and has been flirting and dancing with Candace ever since." She nodded in their direction.
"I'm sorry. That sucks. Want me to go punch him for you?"
She chuckled, "Yes, but no. Wait, I changed my mind. Yes." We laughed.
"I'm sorry I messed this all up for you. I didn't mean for all this to happen."
"I know you didn't. Don't be sorry for me. It's just a dumb dance. I'm sorry for you. Are you all right? I've been worried about you. You're a nice person and you don't deserve this. Are you really innocent like you said?"
"Yes." I gave her a very condensed and cleaned up version of what had gone down in the past week. At the end, she put her hand on mine and said simply that she was sorry for me and wished me better luck.
"Hey, I know I can't take you home, but while I'm here, do you want to come over and join the wrestling group and dance?" I asked.
She looked over at Danny, who at the moment had both hands pressed against the gym wall on either side of Candace's head, swaying his body to the music in front of her. He would steal an occasional peck on the lips. "Yeah, I'd like that. Thanks." I took her by the hand and led her over to the group. We spent the next hour dancing and socializing as if nothing had happened. I was in heaven. Tomorrow, my life would be back to my living hell, but for one glorious, shining night, I had a hall pass to heaven.
We all chilled and danced, joking and laughing together. Goob was his normal entertaining self going all crazy on the dance floor and drawing as much attention to himself as he could. William and Brenda made a really cute couple and she helped him fit in by directing him away from annoying diatribes. When he was hell bent on talking about something like the technical aspects of how acoustics and sound waves worked, she would ask him a few questions so he would finish his lecture only directed toward her, and the rest of the crowd could move on.
We danced nearly every dance, and I enjoyed having Gina to dance with. It was funny to watch Scotty and his date, Jennie, try and dance the slow ones. They looked pretty awkward together. She was an obvious lesbian with two left feet and had accepted Scotty's invitation as a convenient solution to get to the formal. It was a mutual convenience for both of them. Later on, they skipped most of the slow dances. When he and I would make eye contact a little sparkle passed between us that expressed our loving feelings toward each other. I took it careful on the fast dances so as not to mess with my sore balls. A couple of times, Scotty and I ground against each other, acting like we were being funny once Goob kind of started it, but I knew Scotty was loving it as much as I was. I got a semi every time we did it. We did it a little with a couple of the other guys so it didn't become an obvious thing just between us.
The DJ announced that he was playing another faculty request. The dance committee had the fun idea to get favorite oldies from the faculty's era and have the DJ bring that music with him to play intermittently during the night. This one was from Mr. Williams, one of the science teachers. It was Rock Lobster by the B-52's. The rule was that the teacher whose song it was had to go up front on the stage and dance to it. It was hilarious watching him dance old school. We all got into mimicking him and scrunched down toward the floor when it said, "Down, down, down" Then we jumped up and rocked out all crazy when the beat picked back up again. It was way fun.
After that crazy song, I saw Mrs. Matthews approaching with Tyler in tow pointing in my direction. Once she spotted me, she turned Tyler around and gave him a little push in the opposite direction. "Kyle, I need to speak with you privately for a minute."
"Okay, sure." I followed her to a corner of the gymnasium.
"You really aren't supposed to be here. Tyler informed me you had come."
"I thought it was Tyler who wasn't supposed to be at school functions. What's up with him being here?" I asked.
"Well, when that ordeal with you and the gang took place in Juvenile Hall, Tyler's father went to the school board and used your unfortunate circumstance to show that you were the problem and painted Tyler as the victim. The gang connection scared the board and they voted 4 to 1 to reinstate Tyler and ban you. You are not allowed on campus. I thought your mother would have communicated that to you. I need to ask you to leave."
My heart sank. "For how long am I banned from campus?"
"For good. You may not attend here ever again. You should not ever be on campus again. I'm sorry. I hope you will respect my request and leave without an incident. We don't want to spoil everyone's evening with a big scene."
"This is so unfair. It sucks. I try to do something good and every time it blows up in my face. I'm not hurting anyone here. I'm just having fun with my friends. I won't cause any trouble, I promise. Please just let me stay to the end of the dance and I promise I won't ever come back."
"Kyle," she said empathetically, "I know it's unfair. But Tyler's father will make a lot of trouble if I let you stay. Now that Tyler has pointed you out to me and I know you're here, I have to insist that you leave. Besides, he is claiming you tried to pick another fight."
My lip started quivering and tears stung at my eyes. "Okay. I don't want you to get in any trouble because of me. Can you do me one little favor? Can you unlock the wrestling room and let me and Scotty go in there to talk privately for a little bit before I leave. No one will know I haven't left. He's my best friend and I want to say goodbye. Please."
"Follow me. I'll send Scotty in after I let you in. Just go out the side door when you're finished and don't be too long. You need to be gone before the crowd starts leaving. Thank you for being understanding. I'm truly sorry this worked out like it did. You are a nice young man and I'm sure you will get through this and do fine in life. I wish you the best." I followed Mrs. Matthews out the gym doors and we walked around to the side. She used her master key to let me into the side gym where the wrestling mats were. The room was dimly lit by the emergency exit signs. "Do you mind leaving the lights off so that no one will wonder about someone being in here?" She requested.
"No it's fine. Thanks for doing this. It means a lot."
"I think I understand. Goodbye, Kyle."
"Bye. And Mrs. Matthews, I want you to know that I think you are a great principal." She smiled appreciatively and walked out. I sat on a chair and waited about fifteen minutes. I was about to give up and just leave. I imagined that she changed her mind in letting us be in here together or that maybe Scotty didn't want to meet with me alone. I stood up and glanced around at the familiar surroundings I had spent so much time with. I remembered the excitement of my first practice as a freshman. I thought about all the times I'd spent practicing and working out with Dig and the team. I remembered how much shit I'd given Scotty before I really knew him and I felt bad over that. Some of the matches replayed in my mind and the teammates cheering me on. I remembered most of all, the many times I looked up into the stands before or after a match and searched for one of my parents. They were never there. If I'd won my match, Dig's father would give me thumbs up when I made eye contact with him.
The sound of the door between the gym and the wrestling training room startled me out of my daydream. I smiled as Scotty made his way across the room. I walked to him and we met in the middle of the mats. I smiled and squatted into a wrestler's crouch and Scotty chuckled and did the same. We circled and darted in and out a couple times as if we were looking for an opening for a takedown. Then, I lunged toward him and we wrapped up. Instead of throwing him down, I pulled him into a hug and we stood up. He put his arms around me in his special way and massaged his fingers into my back. We held each other for the longest time. I drank in his wonderful scent. "What is that cologne you wear? I love it," I asked.
"It's called Boss Soul by Hugo Boss."
"Mmm, it's so seductive. When I dream about you, I imagine that smell. I wish we could just be together every day. I miss you when we're apart. Scotty, Mrs. Matthews just told me I can never come back to this school. I'm scared you're gonna forget about me. I don't want us to drift apart just because we won't see each other all the time."
"We won't Kyle. I love you, man. I really do. I think about you all the time. We have to find ways to see each other often and now that you have a phone again, we can text every day. Is there any chance you can still go to Pastor Morgan's youth group on Wednesdays? We could see each other there."
"I don't know. With Mom's fascination with Reverend Rick, I doubt it. I'll try."
I could just make out what the DJ was saying as he announced that the next song was provided by Mrs. Matthews. It was an old time mellow song called, Could I Have This Dance by Anne Murray. The music bled through the walls and doors. I started swaying in time to the music with Scotty and soon I had my face pressed into the crook of his neck and he put both arms over my shoulders while I wrapped my hands around his back. The words repeated several times and I whispered into his ear along with Anne Murray, "Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?"
He whispered back in mine, "Would you be my partner every night?"
Together we sung along in perfect harmony, "When we're together, it feels so right. Could I have this dance for the rest … of … my life?"
Then we held each other close, feeling each other's hearts beating. I felt his growing erection pressing against my leg and mine pressing into his. Together we danced to the last verse as Anne Murray sang,
I'll always remember that magic moment
When I held you close to me
As we moved together, I knew forever
You're all I'll ever need.
As the music faded, we pulled apart ever so slightly and pressed our lips into a sensual kiss. I slid my hand over his bulge and stroked his boner through the fabric of his shimmering grey slacks. Each kiss was followed by another longer one and I closed my eyes and concentrated on the erotic touch of our lips brushing and pressing together. Soon, we were engaged in an energetic exchange. We were grabbing and stroking each other's rock hard erections. My dick was throbbing and leaking a bit. I broke our kiss and we pressed our foreheads together. "Scotty," I said softly, "how are we going to work out our time together tonight since I have to leave early?"
He tensed up.
"What?" I asked.
"About tonight …"
"Shut-up. Just shut the hell up." I pressed a finger to his lips. "Don't even think about telling me we can't be together tonight."
"Kyle, don't make this any harder to say. We can't do what we originally planned. We'll have to put it off for another time." I pushed away and grabbed his face in my hands. I stared directly in his eyes to make sure he wasn't messing with me.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"When that thing happened with you and the gang and all, and we figured you couldn't be here, and since we obviously couldn't use your house like we planned, we all went ahead and bought tickets to the all night after party at Great America. We're all taking the bus there when the dance breaks up."
"No. Cancel it. We have to be together tonight. I've had it all planned out. It's all I've thought about since you mentioned it. I brought lube and these super thin condoms called Thinsations. Please, we have to find a way. This was supposed to be our special night. It's all I've thought about and dreamed about since you suggested it."
"Kyle, we'll do it together. I promise. It's just not possible tonight."
"You promise! Promises, promises, promises. My mom promised to always be there for our family. My dad promised he'd come to my meets, and always be there to support me, no matter what then sent me off to Juvey. The officers in Juvey promised to protect me. Promises are just bullshit. When are we gonna do it? We may not see each other for a long, long time. Please, Scotty, there has to be a way."
"There just isn't. I better get back inside before they come looking for us. Don't worry, Kyle, it'll be all right. We'll find a way to get together and share our love. I want to do it with you just as bad as you want to. Our time will come. I really mean it when I say I promise." Scotty began to pull away and I gripped his head in my hands tightly and pulled him into one last kiss. He touched a finger to my lips and trotted back toward the gymnasium.
"Scotty, wait. Don't leave me hanging like this. If we can't do what we talked about, at least let's suck each other off quick. Give me something a little bit special to remember the night by."
He glanced nervously toward the door. Death Cab for Cutie's song, Soul Meets Body, started playing and he shook his head and smiled. He came back to me and pulled me in tight. "You're impossible, you know that. I'll take care of you, but it has to be quick and I don't want it back. Not tonight. Next time we hook up, you owe me double." He pressed his lips into mine and then lead me to the corner of the wrestling room and sat me down on the bench press. He gently pushed me back until I was lying backwards on it. Scotty unzipped my fly and tried to fish my raging boner out. The support style boxer briefs was too confining so in a bit of exasperation, he undid my belt and clasp and pulled my pants and underwear down my thighs. "God if someone walks in …"
"Honestly, I don't even care. I just want to share this with you so bad."
"That's a little selfish don't you think? You're leaving, but I'm stuck here. Do you know the living hell I'd go through if the wrong person walks in here?" He was right and I was so blinded by my desperate need to do something sexual with him, I was putting him at risk. Again. Just like I'd put him at risk that night chasing the thugs at William's trailer. I reached down and grasped my boxers and pants and started to pull them up.
"You're right, this is stupid and selfish of me. I'm sorry. You don't have to do this. I can wait."
"Are you sure? Because I will do it for you if you really need it," he said convincingly.
"Yeah, I mean it. Go. Really, go." I pushed him away and he stood slowly, turned, and walked briskly toward the doors. "Hey, tell everyone else goodbye for me, okay?"
Before entering back into the dance, he turned and gave me one last distraught look, full of longing and uncertainty, and then he disappeared. I dropped onto the bench, awash in massive disappointment. I grabbed the bars and began pressing the weights. I benched the weight maybe fifteen or twenty times until my arms were quivering. I lay there for some ten minutes feeling sorry for myself. I gripped my disappointed dick and jerked it until I spilled my juices all over my nice black suit and the Reverend's purple tie. In the aftermath of unloading my balls, I finally had a more rational thought. I thought about how much fun the evening had been up until Tyler ratted me out, and decided I should be appreciative for that. I realized Scotty wasn't like my mom, my dad or those scumbag guards at Juvey. He was Scotty and he stood firm and strong in doing what he said and what he committed to. I remembered how he refused to go do the jiggle with me and Kirk on the day of his big meet. I could trust him. I hoped so anyway. I regretted that I didn't get my time with Scotty, but I had the dance together with him and I'd remember that magic moment forever.
I grabbed a towel off the rack meant to wipe sweat off the weights when we worked out on them and cleaned myself up a bit. I wiped the floor and bench off well and tossed the towel in the used bin. I walked out of the wrestling gym slowly, but before closing the door, I turned and took one last look. I realized that when I closed the door, I would be closing a chapter on my life. It was truly the fall of my boyhood and I would be entering a long, cold winter. I hesitated, holding on for just one more minute. Then, I let the door slip from my grasp and watched it latch. I turned and headed for the car, resolved to bravely face whatever lay ahead.
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